No Stopping or Standing

I feel like everything is at a standstill.  Nothing is moving forward. Nothing is getting accomplished. I’m standing in a rut with a shovel and the hole is getting deeper. To make matters worse, there’s some drunk with his 4×4 tires in my rut. He’s slinging mud everywhere. The mud is splattering my face and I don’t have any kitty litter to put in front of him to give him traction.

If you asked me how things are going, I’d tell you they were fine. Same ‘ol stuff. Nothing exciting. Nothing worth mentioning.

But that’s not really how it is. Things are crazy hectic and I’m feeling like life is getting ready to spin out of control. I have no idea what makes me think this. I’ve never had life spinning out of control. I’ve always been very much IN control. But things have changed over the past few months.

In November, we added a new member to our family. 5 kids. 5 kids is a lot no matter what kind of crazy freak of a great mother you are. And me? I’m somewhere along the lines of “good mom”, at least in my opinion.

The biggest change is Luigi being sick. I can’t stand this. I can’t handle the fear of the unknown. And the fear of “what might be” makes me sick to my stomach.

His platelet count dropped again and his bruises are back. Are they going to be down more this next Wednesday? Am I going to have to take him for a bone marrow test? That’s the next step, ya know. A freakin bone marrow test. And they don’t put you to sleep for that. WHY??  Why don’t they put you to sleep? That’s one of the most ridiculous things I’ve ever heard. A procedure that would make a grown man cry and they don’t put a baby to sleep to do it. Grrrrrr

See. That’s how my thinking processes go. Things just spin and spin and the thoughts just fly in. I could literally sit here for hours and just type. Type everything that comes to mind. My thoughts just race through my head at exponential speeds.

But I won’t do that to you. Mainly because, when you finished reading, you’d be calling the looney bin and telling them where to pick me up.

“Hey??  Does this straight jacket come in black??”

Papa Johns Vs Pizza Hut

This is going to be a long rant but it may be beneficial to you pizza lovers. So … read on Wayne. Read on Garth.

Last night, The Ol’ Man decided that we’d have pizza for dinner. He’d seen an advertisement for a “Panormous” pizza offered by Pizza Hut. I was all “yeah.. okay.. whatever..” but on the inside I was like “woohoo! I don’t have to cook.”

So I got on the internet and headed over to PizzaHut.com I immediately saw the ads for this Panormous pizza. And I found out that….

Hang on. If you’re gonna read this, you have to do it right. You have to get all excited. You need a goofier look on your face. Your eyeballs have to pop out and your eyebrows need to be raised higher. And your mouth has to be ready for catching flies.

How about?? ….okay!!! …Pretend that your husband just gave you a 10 carat diamond ring for absolutely no reason except that he loves you.

RIGHT THERE!!! Freeze!!! Okay… read!!!

“Holy cow!! 40% bigger than a large and it’s only 10 bucks!!! And it’s actually 2 pizzas and we can have different topping? That’s awesome!! Let’s order 2 sets!!”

Okay… eyebrows down…

So I get all signed in and everything and start filling out my order. The only thing is, the order wouldn’t add up the right way. They were charging me extra for the topping for the 2nd pizza. Stupid newfangled technology.

So I call them up and start placing my order. I finish with the first half of my order and start to order a 2nd set of the Panormous pizzas. The chick on the phone says “Oh, you can only get one.” “Excuse me?” “Yeah. You can only order one. We only have enough dough for one pizza right now. We’re working on making more. It’ll take about an hour.”

Are you freakin kidding me??? Pizza Hut…. does not…. have dough… to make pizzas?!?!? WHA??

“Alright - Just give me the one set of pizzas I ordered and I also want some hot wings. 20 minutes? Okay, thanks.”

So I load up in the hearse (nothin’ like picking up pizza in a hearse) and drive to town. I get there and some snooty little girl rings me up and takes my money. As she’s counting out change slower than a 2nd grader, I decided that the total sounded off a little. So I leaned over a bit to try and read the receipt. She finished with the super hard task of finding 73 cents and handed it to me, ripped my receipt from the register, crumpled it up, threw it in the trash and walked off to get my food.

*puzzled look*

When she returned with my pizza & wings I asked for my receipt and she gave me this snotty look like she’d already given it to me. I very kindly informed her that she’d thrown it away. She printed up another, handed it to me, turned around and left again.

Let me back up for a minute. (Stop rollin’ your eyes. This is important.) I’ve NEVER had good service or good food from this Pizza Hut. I go back every 3 or 4 months hoping that they’ll get someone in there that can actually make a pizza that tastes right.

So, knowing that their food always sucks, I took my pizza to the 2nd counter to inspect it. I wanted to move over out of the way of the 2 elderly people who were standing behind me to pay their bill.

When I moved over and opened the box, I almost laughed out loud. What I had been handed were 2 slabs of dough with about 2 tablespoons of sauce on each and 1/4 cup of cheese. There were about 6 pieces of pepperoni and maybe 20 pieces of sausage. This was NOT what I had in mind when I ordered pizza!!

So… I stood there and waited patiently for the elderly couple to pay their bill. I was then asked what I WANTED. I informed the snob that I wanted my money back and they could keep their food. My reasons being that 1.) They over charged me B.) This was NOT CLOSE to being bigger than a large pizza.

So she goes and gets the manager and I can hear the snottiness in her voice when she tells the woman to come deal with me. The manager comes up, gets a little snarky and starts tinkering with the computer to give me a refund.

While this is going on, another employee is walking around looking for something. If I remember correctly, it was brown sauce or brown mustard. I can’t remember now…

Anyways, what I heard went something like this…
- Where is the brown mustard?
Snooty girl: I don’t know.
- Ugh. I can’t find it.
Snooty girl: What do you need it for?
- For this sandwich!!!
Snooty girl: I don’t know where it is. Just don’t put it on there.
- Okay.

*sigh* Somebody was VERY unhappy with their sandwich last night…

So… I got my refund. Told the manager thank you and headed off to Papa Johns to give dinner another try. I ended up with a 16 inch pizza for $13 and a second 16 inch pizza for $9.

For anyone who has no idea how big a pizza like that is… let me just tell you! My hearse… is a Cadillac. Cadillac’s are built for comfort. Seats are not made for skinny butts. They’re made for big ol’ fat butts like mine. Big butts and extra space on each side. And these pizzas… they barely had any room on each side when I put them in the passenger seat.

The pizzas were cut into either 8 slices or 10. Again, my memory fails me. But, when I put 2 pieces of pizza onto a single plate, they hung over the sides of the plate. Actually, the 3 year old only had ONE piece and hers was hanging over the edge, too.

And they had cheese….. and sauce… and meat….. and oh man were they good! And there are still lots of left overs.

See Pizza Hut. THAT is what you call Panormous!! Call up Papa Johns. Maybe they can give you some tips!

(Just FYI - This post was not endorsed by or paid for by anyone. I just felt the need to rant and to give some Kudos to a good company. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program.)

Blogger Blows

I just found out how bad blogger really does suck.  This is totally burning my butt!!

I love user communication.  It excites me when I comment somewhere and they reply in an email. It makes me all WooT WooT and stuff.

Well, since my little move over here to Text Imps (wordpress based instead of blogger) all of a sudden, no one is sending replies to my comments.  I started to get very sad.  =(  Did I anger a head honcho??  Did they hate finding out that I’d converted?

Guess what — Freakin blogger isn’t giving them my email address.  That irks the crap out of me!!  Now, of course, if I sign comments using the google/blogger option, it will give them my email address.  But it will also put the blogger.com/user2089409238409382049832048023480238402384038048230 address as my webpage.  I don’t want people to visit that stupid blogger profile.  I want them to come here.  Where I am !!!  In one click!!

Name/Url gives a crappy noreply@booger address.  OpenID gives the same crappy address.  The only way to give my email addy is to use the blogger/google thing.  What kinda crap is that?  I find that to be 100% selfish.

I wish I had a million dollars!  I would pay everyone $50 just to convert to wordpress.  Wordpress isn’t selfish!  I can’t believe that google would be selfish like that!  I mean seriously!  They’re suppose to be one of the top companies that you can rely on for getting your name/business/products out there in the world.  Grrr…. I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt and just pretend it was an oversight on their part.

If anyone wants to move to wordpress and needs help, use my contact page and get ahold of me!! I will help!!!  I can tell you that you can host on your own server for about $5 a month.  And you can register a domain for $7 for a full year.  Get ahold of me!! I will help!!  LOL

Also, is anyone interested in a Mommy community?  One that’s hosted on wordpress?  One that will allow you to import all of your stuff from blogger and be done with it??  Cuz I’m about 2 seconds from setting one up!!

AND… if I’m wrong about this whole email/blogger business, someone PLEASE tell me!!!  Please!!!  I’d hate to be wrong but at the same time, I’d love to be wrong. I’d love to find out there’s a way to give my address to the people whose blogs I’m commenting at.

I’m off to clean the house and stew in the anger. Bahahahaaa

Packing My Stuff And Moving

Well… I did it.  I finally decided I’d had enough of Blogger.  There were just too many things about blogging there that I couldn’t stand.  I have given up & bailed.  This, will be my new home.

There are so many more things that I can do using Wordpress.  There are thousands of different plugins I can download and implement.  I know how to work a template.  I don’t have to deal with the way the pictures turn out when they’re uploaded at Blogger.  I can make my own templates & I can write my own plugins if I need to.  I love Wordpress and I knew from the very beginning that I was royally screwing up by using Blogger.  I hate the limitations over there.

I can’t stand not being in total control of my sites.  That drives me nuts.  That’s one reason I’ve also bailed on myspace & the reason I never got into facebook.  I gotta have control & that’s all there is to it.

I spent the last 10 hours importing everything from Coke On My Keyboard over here.  What a mess that was!  It turned all of my tags into categories.  Messed up a couple CSS attributes.  And the biggest pain in the butt was downloading all of my pictures, uploading them & changing the links on each of them. It wasn’t really hard to fix the problems.  It was just time consuming.  It would’ve been a breeze if there weren’t already so many posts here & if I weren’t integrating them.

The worst part is the fact that the comment import didn’t link anyone’s name with their site.  That really upsets me.  But… I’m sure all of you will be commenting soon enough and guess what… I even have CommentLuv installed for you beautiful people.  =)  Easy as pie when it’s Wordpress instead of Blogger.  LOL

I’m going to try and get back into featuring a site & post each week.  That was my main goal for Text Imps when I first bought the domain.  But my main focus is going to stay with my personal blog.

So…. Here I am.

If you subscribe to Coke On My Keyboard, please update your subscriptions.  There’s a feed button up there in the top right corner.  I also put one of those google friend thing-a-ma-bobs over in the sidebar.  I THINK you can use that to follow, just like on Blogger… but I’m really not sure.

If ya’ll have anything suggestions about the layout here, anything that’ll make navigating easier, let me know.  =D  Thanks for jumping over here.  Grab a drink from my fridge.  I think there’s water, soda and a couple kinds of juice.  Put your feet up.  And….  I dunno.  LOL…  My brain has shut off.  Too many codes flying through my head right now.

Cleaning Out The Reader

I finally decided I was completely irritated with Google Reader. Every time I started following someone’s blog, not only did it put it in my “following” section but it also added the blog to my subscriptions. That meant that my “gotta read it” count was always double.

SOOOO….. I just spent the past hour UNfollowing all of the blogs I was following. No need to worry though, you’re all still on my subscriptions list. Well…. 90% of you anyways.

If I normally comment at your blog and you don’t see me for the next week, gimme a hollah! I may have accidentally deleted you from my subscriptions, too.

This reader has started to take over my life. LOL I still have 66 blogs in my subscriptions and am thinking of cutting it down to about 20. But it’s so hard to choose who I should remove. I’ve become glued to your windows and can’t stop peaking in.

Moving on to another type of reader…. I’d like to discuss my daughter, Princess. A couple of days ago, she said to me, “Mom, do you know what they use to call black people?”

Instead of calmly discussing the issue, I blurted out “Yes I do and if I ever hear you use that word you’ll be in more trouble than you’ve ever been in IN.YOUR.LIFE!!!”

I hate that word! I’ve used my fair share of filthy language but that’s one word that has NEVER crossed my lips and one that my fingertips have never typed. I hate that word!!!

Guess who taught her the word….. I’m waiting…. Guess…..

It was her teacher. They are reading a book (yes, continuing to read the book) and it has that word in it. It’s not an educational book that talks about the cruelty endured by slaves. No, it’s a “just for fun” book. A book they’re reading aloud in class.

She said that her teacher “didn’t realize the word was in the book.” Well, I suggest that from now on, that genius teacher of hers needs to read the book herself before she asks her students to read it. The nerve….

Holding Back The Anger

Sometimes I forget just how awesome you guys are. But after the comments I received last night and the ones you wrote this morning while my lazy butt was sleeping, I won’t forget again!! Thank you so much to all who commented. And thank you to those who read, but left no mark of having been here. It means more to me than any of you know.

Crying?? Who, me?? No. There’s something in my eye. Shut up. =P

I’ve tried over and over to write this post. I’ve written 3 different copies but as I went back and read them again, I realized how much hatred and anger I would be shoving in your faces. I’m not a hateful person and I don’t want anyone to think that about me. So…. Ctrl-A, Delete, All gone….

Let’s see if I can do this again and just give the facts of it all.

My cousin was the mother of 4 kids from ages 11yrs to 3yrs. She was in and out of their lives weekly. They stayed with their grandparents & their dads while she went out and did… whatever it was that she was doing. Now, don’t get me wrong. She loved her kids with her entire heart. She just wasn’t the full time mom that she could’ve been. Most of that, I attribute to her upbringing.

She ended up catching a virus that was going around our area. Some got over it in a week and others, like myself, were afflicted for more than a month.

She had been doing some really hard drugs and her immune system was basically shot. She ended up at the hospital one night because she said she could barely breathe.

The doctors did x-rays of her lungs and said they were clear. They said it was asthma, gave her an inhaler and sent her home. She didn’t have asthma so obviously their course of treatment did nothing to help.

The next day, she was back at the hospital. They gave her some meds and sent her home. Within hours, she started having an allergic reaction and headed back to the hospital. So what did the doctors do? The same thing any doctor would do. They gave her more of those same meds she was allergic to and sent her home. (Back off from the anger, Chris!!!)

Surprise!! She was back at the hospital within hours. They finally decided they weren’t smart enough to figure out what was wrong with her and they arranged for an ambulance to transfer her to a another hospital.

The details of what happened over the next day or so are confusing to me. I don’t know why they gave her meds to make her sleep, but they did. And they put a tube in her lungs so a machine could breathe for her. They diagnosed her with pneumonia and said her lungs were more than half filled with fluid. They didn’t understand how the first hospital could take x-rays and not see all of the fluid. We were informed later that had the first hospital seen the fluid… well.. I wouldn’t be writing this post.

They drained fluid from her lungs and gave her different combinations of medications to try and make her body stop killing itself. One of the meds seemed to be helping but her feet started turning purple and there was a risk of her losing one of her feet. They (not the doctors) decided to stop giving her that medication. (Just fyi, if you have to choose between my life or my foot… cut the foot off, mkay?)

All of a sudden, her temp started rising. She stayed in the 101 to 102 range for days. They tried different meds to try and bring the temp down but nothing worked. And apparently the hospital didn’t have an ice machine. I’m all for meds, but, I know that ice helps! I know this from personal experience and I still don’t understand why they didn’t at least try it.

I walked into her room on March 2nd and the heat in the room almost knocked me back out the door. It was at this point that I went crazy. Why wasn’t anything being done to stop her temperature from rising? Who decided to stop wiping her face with the wet cloth? It was helping! Her temp would drop. Why did you people stop? And who!!!!!!!! WHO!!! turned off the fan? Why? Why did you turn it off? Why did you people let her temperature get SO high? And so help me, if I ever find out who turned up the thermostat in her room because THEY were cold….. (Back off, Chris)

They decided to take her off of the meds that were making her sleep. They said it shouldn’t take long for her to wake up. After an hour, she didn’t wake up and the doctors started talking about turning off the machines that were breathing for her. They said that her body temp had probably killed some of her brain function, but of course, they couldn’t be sure.

This is the point where I will totally skip over the details that make the hate come out. And will just tell you that they, very quickly, decided to go ahead and end her “suffering”.

The doctors asked that we leave so that they could take out the breathing tube. I stayed by my aunt’s side and refused to leave. She told these 2 men from a church to tell all of the 20+ people that were in the hallway, that if they wanted to come into the room during my cousin’s final moments, they could. I found out later that neither of these guys did that for my family.

After the tube was out, my aunt & uncle and I went back into the room as well as the 2 men from the church & my cousin’s dad. We sat and watched her and talked to her, held her hand and cried because we knew she was about to be taken from us. My aunt had her face buried in my cousin’s chest and her husband held her tight. It was at that moment that my cousin opened her eyes, looked around the room and then found me. She stared at me. Tears welled up in her eyes… and then she was gone.

Does She Care

Excuse me for jumping off of the looney train for the day. Don’t unsubscribe because of tonight’s post. Don’t even subscribe because of it. This is not the norm & it won’t become the norm. I just have some serious thoughts running through my brain and feel the need to release them.

It’s been one year. One year since she died. One year since they killed her. One year since the world of so many people was flipped upside down. Does she care?

Their mother is gone. Do they know why?

She no longer has a sister. Why couldn’t they wait just one more day?

He was finally released from prison but only for a few hours. Only long enough to tell his sister’s body goodbye. A beautiful face that he hadn’t seen in years. Only her voice would comfort him but there was no more voice to be heard.

Her granddaughter’s body now rests in the ground. Does she know? Are they side by side, laughing and joking the same way they did when they both walked this earth? Have all mistakes been forgiven? Do they still butt heads and continue to fight?

Did she see her daughter lay at her grave and weep until she could no longer breathe? Does she know that her baby tried to climb into the casket? Did she see her little boy wander around aimlessly? Does she know that her daughter can barely live with herself because she was angry and wished her mother would just die? Does she even care?

Does she know that her lack of judgment has left so many people without someone they love? Would she go back and change it if she could? Does she even care?

Did she see the men? Did she see her uncles, her cousins, her dad and her father break down into fits of rage, anger, hatred, sorrow & mourning?

Why was it her mother’s choice? Of all these questions, the answer I want the most is, WHY was it her mother’s choice!!!

Does she know that I tried to make them give her time to get better? Does she hate me for not trying harder? Does she know how much I hate her for hurting so many people? Does she know that even though I feel this hatred, I love her more than she ever knew?

Did it hurt when they turned off the machine and she couldn’t breathe anymore? Is that why her eyes opened so quickly? Why did she look at me and cry? Were the tears for her family? For her children? For her mother? Were the tears for herself? Did she know they were killing her? Did she know she had killed herself?

Did she enjoy that last fix? Did she know how much it would cost?

Does she even care?

Long Rant About Ignorance

The whole thing started off yesterday, when Luigi, my 3rd grader, told me about a spelling game they play in class. The students line up, the teacher says a word and as a group, the students spell out the word, each taking their turn at the next letter. If you get the letter wrong, you sit down and you’re out of the game. The last person left standing is the winner & they get a prize. Cool beans! Makes sense & it’s a good incentive for learning.

Now, here’s the catch. If you’re the person who says the last letter of the word, you’re also out. How is that fair? How is that right? You correctly answer the question and you’re punished for it? Yeah… okay then…. And then Luigi informed me that they play this game 2 or 3 times a week and so far he’s been one of the “winners” a grand total of 3 times. There are only 6 kids in his class so this number is outrageous to me.

Apparently Luigi shares the same enthusiasm over losing and missing out on a prize. He was being stubborn about something and his teacher had the nerve to say “You’re just mad because you didn’t win the game.” Yeah… well I’d be mad, too. And actually… I am.

After that discussion, he handed me a note. It was a letter that he had written to me as part of his punishment for his atrocious behavior at school yesterday. In addition to having to write this letter (and have it signed) he wasn’t allowed to play at recess. Care to guess what he did? You’ll never in a million years guess.

Luigi…. was holding his breath. Yeah… that’s all. Just holding his breath. No apparent reason. Just sitting at his desk… minding his own business & holding his breath. Here’s how our conversation went:
Luigi: Are you mad?
Me: No. Just don’t do it again if she has such a problem with it. What exactly did she say to you?
Luigi: She said “do you think that’s funny?!?!?”
Me: What’d you say?
Luigi: *shrugs*
Me: You should’ve just been honest and said yes.
Luigi: *giggles* I did.
Me: Well good. She shouldn’t have asked such a stupid question.

Okay… so that’s all fine and good. Maybe something about what he was doing was disrupting the class. I don’t know. The recess thing kinda ticks me off, too. But what really makes me mad is this letter. It said something like “Dear Mom. I am writing to tell you that I got in trouble today for holding my breath. I should not do this. I could pass out and have to be taken to the hospital. I could also die. Now I know why I should not hold my breath and I will not do it again.”

It was at this point that I realized that he was lectured about how dangerous it is to hold his breath. It was also at this point that what I’ve been saying this entire school year was confirmed! His teacher, is an idiot!!

Hello!! McFly!!! You absolutely cannot die from holding your breath. Not unless you were to pass out and hit your head on something. And in that case, your death would be caused from a fall, not from holding your breath. If he were strangling himself, totally different scenario! But your body is equipped to say “Alright, you’re being an idiot. I’ll take over from here.” And at that point you will either gasp for air or you will, in fact, pass out. (I would bet $1,000 that 95% of the people in the world do not have the will power to hold their breath to this extent.)

Next up came his math homework. “The school has 14 books. There are 3 classrooms. Divide the books equally between the classrooms and give the left overs to the library.”

So, being the math whiz that he is…. He says “That’s 4 books per class and 2 for the library.” Good job. Problem solved. Move on.

No. No. No. First he has to draw a picture and separate the books into groups. When I see him drawing these pictures, I always imagine him being an accountant and drawing a thousand little pictures of dollar signs on his notepad, dividing them into groups and counting them. It’s just ridiculous!!

So, after he draws the picture, he has to write sentences to explain the steps he took to figure out the answer. THEN he has to explain WHY he took those steps. BTW, this caused a 5 minute discussion about why it’s not okay to simply write “Because it’s the right way to do it.” LOL

That simple little math problem, the one he answered in 10 seconds, took 45 minutes. Fifteen minutes were spent on him trying to explain to me how his teacher wanted him to do the problem. (Which was TOTALLY jacked up) Another fifteen were spent on me trying to explain that mathematics is the one and only universal thing on Earth with a couple “Your teacher is a moron”’s thrown in there for good measure. Five minutes explaining the polite way to tell his teacher that she can feel free to give me a call!!!!!!!! And the rest of the time trying to come up with a reason besides “Because it’s the right way to do it.”

This isn’t the first time that he’s come to me with math problems and explained the genius way his teacher wants him to solve the problem. My biggest issue is that the things he’s learning NOW are just the basics that will be needed in the future. It ticks me off to no end to know that she’s teaching him the incorrect way to figure out problems and he’ll have to relearn all of those skills, the right way.

Okay… Last part of this rant. There are MANY more examples that I’d love to share with you but at this point, my post is already way overdue for an ending.

This year, they’ve started learning cursive handwriting. Now, think back to when you were in school. Do you remember the big letters that they put above the chalkboard? The ones that demonstrated the correct way to write letters? The ones that, even though it’s been 20+ years since you stared at those letters for 7 hours a day, the image is still imprinted in your brain?

Okay… now… imagine that I told you that even though you see those letters all day, every day, you are NOT allowed to write the letters in the same manner that you’re seeing them. No. No. No. You must refer to the handwriting book that you’ve been given.

To me, that’s the equivalent of putting a huge poster on the wall that says 2+2=5 and then expecting the students to just remember that the answer is incorrect.

Why???? WHY would you do that????????

End Rant…

Oh hey — BTW — I put up the new Site of the Week & Post of the Week at Text Imps yesterday. Make sure you check it out. And pay VERY close attention to the Site of the Week. It’s important!

ETA: I should also point out that I love teachers! I think they’re under appreciated and under payed. I’m just saying….. this one….. Luh-who-zuh-her!

Pictures And Stuff

You know what I call this? A crying shame!!

Do you see it? Right there? In front of the dog?

Right there!!! The brown thing!! Yes!! That’s chocolate!! On the floor!!!

Someone wasted a perfectly good piece of chocolate and I am NOT happy about it.

And if you look closely, you can see that the rest of the chocolate is already gone from the heart-shaped box. *sigh* Such a tragedy.

LOL - Someone was apparently running around half naked during this picture. I just spotted a pair of pants, too.

I can’t wait for the dog’s molting too be done! The house is covered in hair. If you think the rug looks bad, you oughtta see my black bed spread. It’s gray now, from all of the hair.

And this picture? This one is a true testimate to a few of my many skills. That’s right. Skills I say.

First, we have the skill of being able to serve meals for days without the need for the dishes that are piled in the sink.

And, if you don’t count being able to stack 12 plastic bowls, 3 glass bowls, 3 saucers, 8 glass plates and 1 plastic plate in a single dish drainer as a skill… well… then I suggest you show me what passes for talent ’round these here parts.

And when you’re done with that, head over to Text Imps. I finally got the Post of the Week and Site of the Week added a couple of hours ago. Sorry about the delay.

Oh.. AND…. There’s a new post up at Christian’s Kingdom, too. He had his stuff ready for posting over a week ago and I … well… I kept forgetting to post it for him. I finally found a program to make his recordings quieter. I thought his last recording was going to make my ears bleed!!!! So I HAD TO find a way to fix that.

Make sure you come back tomorrow. I think I’ve come up with a new blogging game (or maybe you call it a carnival) that ya’ll might like.

Well look at me. I’m just little Ms. Bossy today aren’t I? Visit this, visit that, come back tomorrow.

Why are you still here??? Move It Mister!!!!!!!!

45 Minutes of Hell

Now that my panic attack has slightly subsided, let me tell you what just happened.

My son rides the bus home from school and generally arrives between 3:30 and 3:35. At 3:45 I started to wonder where he was.

3:50 - I started to worry. I called next door to see if he’d gone to my in-laws’. Thoughts of crazy students with guns & my son hiding under a desk in terror & overturned busses with dead children started flowing through my mind.

3:55 - I went outside in hopes of seeing the bus come over the hill. I was met in the yard by an in-law and was informed that there were tornadoes in The Ol’ Man’s path. This was in addition to the knowledge I received from The Stiletto Mom this morning about gale force winds and hail in his destination point of Texas, which already had me worried.

4:00 - I called the grade school 3 times with no answer and was apparently freaking out because, for the life of me, I couldn’t remember a single phone number out of the 4 I have.

4:05 - I tried to find the high school’s phone number with no luck. Tried to find the bus driver’s number with no luck. Tried to call my mom because I know she has his number… no luck.

4:10 - Called next door again. Called the grade school a few more times and recited the phone numbers that I had written down.

4:15 - I’m fully dressed and ready to go out the door when babysitter comes in.

4:17 - Luigi walks through the front door, we all let out a huge sigh of relief and begin the “Where Were You?!?!?” questioning as well as the ranting about the lack of contact from the school.

Apparently, the bus got stuck in deep mud in someone’s drive-way.

4:20 - I try to get hold of hubby. No answer. Try again. No answer. Great!!! A tornado has picked up his truck and slung him who knows where!! He’s probably dead. Or hurt and stuck under his truck in a field where no one will find him for days. ANSWER THE PHONE!!!!

4:25 - Hubby finally answers the phone. He says everything’s fine. The weather is beautiful. We chat for a minute and he’s instructed to call his dad.

4:30 - I remember that while I was outside, I checked the mail and received a package. I retrieve the package and don’t recognize the name on it. I open it in anticipation of some wonderful gift that one of my new found blogging friends has sent me. What will it be?? I’m so excited!!!

Parts for a saw?? Meh……. I totally forgot I had ordered chainsaw parts from eBay. Talk about disappointed.

4:45 - All is well in Over Active Imagination Land.