You know, I don't usually write about things that happened but today was just a strange day. I went to run errands. Go to the pharmacy and get my prescription, the post office to mail job applications and taxes.
Going to the pharmacy isn't all that convenient, it's on a corner where two pretty heavily traveled highways intersect. It involves lots of u-turns to get in and out of there in some reasonably safe way. So I go in and ask for my prescription which I had called to get refilled ahead. Lady goes away for a few minutes and then comes back to ask me for my id card. Lady goes away again, long time. I'm like ok, what. She comes back after five minutes and tells me I can't pick up my prescription because my insurance system is down. YAY I leave, on the way to the car, the sky opens up and down the rain comes. LOL
Then while I'm making u-turns to go back toward the post office, I see this suv with one of those Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes peeing on something stickers. You know the ones I'm talking about, usually on trucks, Calvin peeing on a Ford if the truck is a Chevy kind of thing. This one was Calvin peeing on:
Jose ______ (some last name)
Deadbeat Dad Since
1992
That's just harsh. Now I know about dead beat Dads. Nonetheless, I would never have put that on my car. Imagine how that must make the child feel!
Ok, so off I go up the road to the post office. I go in, do my thing, come back out, its still raining. There is a woman by my car doing something. I get closer and realize she's trying to figure out how to get her child in her car. Some asshat has parked like less than a foot from the side the child's car seat is on. I can't even figure out how the asshat has gotten out of the vehicle! Child is screaming, it's raining on him, I would scream too I bet. She's just upset, the little boy is not that little, probably 18 months or so, not that easy to wrangle into a car seat on the other side of the car, plus he's screaming. I just told her I would back out, block traffic and then she could back out far enough to get the little boy out of the stroller, into the seat and get the stroller put away. I said I would stay in the way until she was back in her car.
So I did that, blocked traffic in the parking lot and got out to watch the baby while she backed up til I told her to stop at the point she could open that car door, then I hopped back in my car while she got organized. Meanwhile pick up truck man is behind me and very annoyed at the whole thing. He's waving his arms and getting all red faced. I'm ignoring him completely. LA LA LA He's up high, he can SEE what is going on, it's RAINING. Please, just give the girl a BREAK, ok? I didn't yell at him, though the thought crossed my mind, I just decided to keep with the good karma I had going.
That led me to thinking about how we forget things. We forget labor, we forget sleeplessness, we forget not being able to take a shower that is more than five minutes and a long soaking bath? Not in your dreams. We forget how hard it is to just do a simple thing, like go to the post office, when you are alone and have a child. Yeah, pack up the stuff (for included with the title mother is also the title "pack mule"), load it, load the child into the car seat with the all buckles and stuff, make sure you have the stroller. Get to the post office, get the stroller set up, unbuckle all the buckles and stuff, get the kid in the stroller, rebuckle all those buckles. Go in to the post office. Now come out and do it all again. That's just ONE kid. Again, I don't know how you guys do it. I salute you and I'm proud of you and I hope no asshat ever parks so close to you that you have to depend on the kindness of strangers to get back into your car. *sigh*
While I was writing this the pharmacy called, system back up. Guess what, "patient not covered" Ummm what? Husband is still in the Army, we're still married, nothing has changed. God. YAY I get to play with Tri Care tomorrow. Ugh.
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Monday, April 6, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Civic Duty-part two
Thursday is day four and we start the trial. There are fourteen of us because there are two alternates. We don't know who the alternates are until after closing arguments, at that point two of us get dismissed so the twelve remaining can begin deliberation. Oh boy, ok here we go.
I am juror number one. We each have an envelope with our number on it at our chairs, chairs are assigned by number too so that's where you always sit. I had a column by me, I was happy about that, it meant only half of the courtroom was looking at me and the line of news people on one side of the courtroom were the other side of my column. News people aren't allowed to take pictures or video of jurors and they are watched carefully to see that they don't, thank goodness. In our envelope is our note pad, we take notes and our note pad stays in the courtroom until we have to deliberate and is locked up at night. The jurors aren't allowed to talk about the case with each other or anyone else. By now, I haven't read a paper or watched the news for four days.
Mostly this first day we are sitting in the jury room waiting. We start two hours after we arrive, hear opening arguments and see our first bits of real information--not evidence but the "story" as presented by prosecution and defense. We are dismissed from the courtroom for another hour after this and return to be dismissed for lunch. I brought my lunch, as planned with two other women on the jury, we have to wear jury tags everywhere we go and the idea of walking a couple blocks to a restaurant with a big X on me didn't appeal really. Since we are spending the majority of our time in a courtroom or in a windowless jury room we decided to eat outside at some picnic tables.
I need to add some things here. The courtroom is guarded. There are two guards for the defendant, two bailiffs at each of the doors and two bailiffs on the other side of my column. Then there is a bailiff that sits up in between the witness stand and us. He's our bailiff who helps us with whatever we need and comes and talks to us when there is a bench conference between attorneys and the judge (so we don't overhear.) So there are nine armed people in this courtroom in addition to it being pretty full of families and other interested folks. I'm really starting to wonder now about just who it is I'm dealing with here.
Beginning the first day of trial we park in a designated area and we are told to arrive in the morning at a specific 15 minute interval. When we arrive there are sheriffs deputy's outside watching for us. We enter through a locked employee door that takes a key card to unlock to come in AND go out. We are wanded, our belongings x-rayed (shoes too) and when we enter the jury room we go in a locked door, down a short hall, in another locked door to the jury room. I started wearing my plastic "its a belt" so I wouldn't have to take my belt off every time I entered the building--my pants kept falling down while I was trying to put my shoes on!
So yeah, this is my world for as long as this trial takes, 13 strangers, lots of guards, locked doors. K, back to lunch. We wait to be let out and tell them we are eating outside at the picnic tables across from our entrance door. Off we go. While we're eating our lunch and getting to know each other we realize there is a deputy outside, he's guarding us. My state of mind has been set to CYA (cover your ass) as it is--all this guarding only heightens that state of mind.
We stay outside as long as we can, with only short "comfort breaks" where I convinced non-smokers to go outside with smokers so we all could have sunshine and fresh air, and lunch time, we are inside a building so we take full advantage of the whole hour to be outside. That's pretty much how it goes for all the remaining days of the trial. A couple of times when we had much longer breaks we walked a block away for coffee, other than that we three stayed right there with our guards.
I think that's all the really wordy stuff so I'll make a part three about the trial part and try not to write a novel?
I am juror number one. We each have an envelope with our number on it at our chairs, chairs are assigned by number too so that's where you always sit. I had a column by me, I was happy about that, it meant only half of the courtroom was looking at me and the line of news people on one side of the courtroom were the other side of my column. News people aren't allowed to take pictures or video of jurors and they are watched carefully to see that they don't, thank goodness. In our envelope is our note pad, we take notes and our note pad stays in the courtroom until we have to deliberate and is locked up at night. The jurors aren't allowed to talk about the case with each other or anyone else. By now, I haven't read a paper or watched the news for four days.
Mostly this first day we are sitting in the jury room waiting. We start two hours after we arrive, hear opening arguments and see our first bits of real information--not evidence but the "story" as presented by prosecution and defense. We are dismissed from the courtroom for another hour after this and return to be dismissed for lunch. I brought my lunch, as planned with two other women on the jury, we have to wear jury tags everywhere we go and the idea of walking a couple blocks to a restaurant with a big X on me didn't appeal really. Since we are spending the majority of our time in a courtroom or in a windowless jury room we decided to eat outside at some picnic tables.
I need to add some things here. The courtroom is guarded. There are two guards for the defendant, two bailiffs at each of the doors and two bailiffs on the other side of my column. Then there is a bailiff that sits up in between the witness stand and us. He's our bailiff who helps us with whatever we need and comes and talks to us when there is a bench conference between attorneys and the judge (so we don't overhear.) So there are nine armed people in this courtroom in addition to it being pretty full of families and other interested folks. I'm really starting to wonder now about just who it is I'm dealing with here.
Beginning the first day of trial we park in a designated area and we are told to arrive in the morning at a specific 15 minute interval. When we arrive there are sheriffs deputy's outside watching for us. We enter through a locked employee door that takes a key card to unlock to come in AND go out. We are wanded, our belongings x-rayed (shoes too) and when we enter the jury room we go in a locked door, down a short hall, in another locked door to the jury room. I started wearing my plastic "its a belt" so I wouldn't have to take my belt off every time I entered the building--my pants kept falling down while I was trying to put my shoes on!
So yeah, this is my world for as long as this trial takes, 13 strangers, lots of guards, locked doors. K, back to lunch. We wait to be let out and tell them we are eating outside at the picnic tables across from our entrance door. Off we go. While we're eating our lunch and getting to know each other we realize there is a deputy outside, he's guarding us. My state of mind has been set to CYA (cover your ass) as it is--all this guarding only heightens that state of mind.
We stay outside as long as we can, with only short "comfort breaks" where I convinced non-smokers to go outside with smokers so we all could have sunshine and fresh air, and lunch time, we are inside a building so we take full advantage of the whole hour to be outside. That's pretty much how it goes for all the remaining days of the trial. A couple of times when we had much longer breaks we walked a block away for coffee, other than that we three stayed right there with our guards.
I think that's all the really wordy stuff so I'll make a part three about the trial part and try not to write a novel?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Civic Duty-part one
Monday, March 9th I had jury duty. I had postponed my civic duty when I was originally called because I was up at The Cave with LT Dan. Peachy. So I show up for jury duty at 8am. Of course it was dark because it's the first day of daylight savings time and of course I'm going to somewhere I have never been. YAY.
I'm totally unprepared for what happens to me...I sign in and get a juror tag, then I get a form. Something like you have been called for a capital murder case called "xxx" (I'm not putting a name-some asshat will find me and harass me), do you know this entire page of people's names. Oh boy. I know one name out of an entire page of names.
Go sit. Find coffee (which btw only exists because one of the judges pays for it). Sit some more. An hour and a half later I've been assigned to group one, and I'm filling out a nosy form. The nosy form asks about who you are, where you live, where you work, your marital status, your children, your criminal status, your victim status, where does your husband live and work...and on and on. It's a triplicate form so everybody gets one, the court, the prosecution and the defense.
They call group one, off we shuffle to the courtroom for voir dire. Voir dire is basically questioning potential jurors. What is lovely about this, is it is done with people present in the courtroom. People you don't know, people who are both family of the defendant and family of the victim. Great, so now, you are answering specific questions about where you live and work, who takes care of your children, where your family lives and works, what you and your family criminal status is, what you and your family victim status is. In detail. LOTS of detail. With your name. Your full name. In front of strangers who in one way or another are involved in murder, drugs, guns, gangs. I love it. Not so much.
Oh yeah, and the death penalty, how do you feel about the death penalty. Have you ever actually thought about how you feel about the death penalty? I mean seriously thought about it? I can't say I had in more than a philosophical way until then.
The one good thing for my voir dire was it was early on a Monday and the first day of daylight savings time, apparently not too many people wanted to get up and go to court quite yet. For later potential jurors the courtroom was full of people. I can't imagine the discomfort for them. Especially when they eventually got picked for this jury.
Husband meanwhile is concerned but not too much on day two of all day jury selection and I am still there. He says, tell me something I can Google. I tell him Google words. He disappears for a while and comes back with "Sweet Jesus" (this does NOT make me feel better and I CAN'T Google so I'm screwed, everybody else knows more than I do!) and then asks me if our neighbor who looks out for me is tracking on all this and I say no and he says "well tell him NOW" Great. Oke doke.
Neighbor goes away (apparently also to Google) and later comes out with his dog and says "I just need to know one thing, do I have your authorization to use lethal force inside your home." *blink* I look at him and say yes, you do. Peachy. Now I'm really not very happy.
Day three of all day jury selection. Yeah. So now I have heard probably better than 120 people answer the nosy questions. One guy basically had PTSD from doing a capital murder trial as a juror like 15 years ago. Oh.my.God. End of the day comes, and these days are long, get there at 8 ish leave at 7 ish. Jury names are called oh great its me. Husband says..."do they pay you?" I say yes, for what that's worth. He says, "oh honey, I knew you would get a job!" Can we say I will beat you now dear husband?
Note to self: Learn to lie. Learn to lie well. You suck at telling lies but you need to figure out how to do it. Never do this again this jury thing. Never. Yeah.
Part two sometime...
I'm totally unprepared for what happens to me...I sign in and get a juror tag, then I get a form. Something like you have been called for a capital murder case called "xxx" (I'm not putting a name-some asshat will find me and harass me), do you know this entire page of people's names. Oh boy. I know one name out of an entire page of names.
Go sit. Find coffee (which btw only exists because one of the judges pays for it). Sit some more. An hour and a half later I've been assigned to group one, and I'm filling out a nosy form. The nosy form asks about who you are, where you live, where you work, your marital status, your children, your criminal status, your victim status, where does your husband live and work...and on and on. It's a triplicate form so everybody gets one, the court, the prosecution and the defense.
They call group one, off we shuffle to the courtroom for voir dire. Voir dire is basically questioning potential jurors. What is lovely about this, is it is done with people present in the courtroom. People you don't know, people who are both family of the defendant and family of the victim. Great, so now, you are answering specific questions about where you live and work, who takes care of your children, where your family lives and works, what you and your family criminal status is, what you and your family victim status is. In detail. LOTS of detail. With your name. Your full name. In front of strangers who in one way or another are involved in murder, drugs, guns, gangs. I love it. Not so much.
Oh yeah, and the death penalty, how do you feel about the death penalty. Have you ever actually thought about how you feel about the death penalty? I mean seriously thought about it? I can't say I had in more than a philosophical way until then.
The one good thing for my voir dire was it was early on a Monday and the first day of daylight savings time, apparently not too many people wanted to get up and go to court quite yet. For later potential jurors the courtroom was full of people. I can't imagine the discomfort for them. Especially when they eventually got picked for this jury.
Husband meanwhile is concerned but not too much on day two of all day jury selection and I am still there. He says, tell me something I can Google. I tell him Google words. He disappears for a while and comes back with "Sweet Jesus" (this does NOT make me feel better and I CAN'T Google so I'm screwed, everybody else knows more than I do!) and then asks me if our neighbor who looks out for me is tracking on all this and I say no and he says "well tell him NOW" Great. Oke doke.
Neighbor goes away (apparently also to Google) and later comes out with his dog and says "I just need to know one thing, do I have your authorization to use lethal force inside your home." *blink* I look at him and say yes, you do. Peachy. Now I'm really not very happy.
Day three of all day jury selection. Yeah. So now I have heard probably better than 120 people answer the nosy questions. One guy basically had PTSD from doing a capital murder trial as a juror like 15 years ago. Oh.my.God. End of the day comes, and these days are long, get there at 8 ish leave at 7 ish. Jury names are called oh great its me. Husband says..."do they pay you?" I say yes, for what that's worth. He says, "oh honey, I knew you would get a job!" Can we say I will beat you now dear husband?
Note to self: Learn to lie. Learn to lie well. You suck at telling lies but you need to figure out how to do it. Never do this again this jury thing. Never. Yeah.
Part two sometime...
Saturday, December 20, 2008
I like this
“You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift.
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot help little men by tearing down big men.
You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot establish sound security on borrowed money.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than you earn.
You cannot build character and courage by destroying men’s initiative and independence.
And you cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they can and should do for themselves.”
————-William Boetcker (1873-1962)
You cannot strengthen the weak by weakening the strong.
You cannot help little men by tearing down big men.
You cannot lift the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer.
You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich.
You cannot establish sound security on borrowed money.
You cannot further the brotherhood of man by inciting class hatred.
You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than you earn.
You cannot build character and courage by destroying men’s initiative and independence.
And you cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they can and should do for themselves.”
————-William Boetcker (1873-1962)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
The thing that made me cry today (8/10/08)
I adore So You Think You Can Dance. Little known fact about Bon--in my first life I was a dancer for 20+ years. I wish I had had the opportunity to do the dancing they do these days...oh yeah gimme some of that. These two were just extraordinary, and that young man has had little if any formal training, that's all him, all natural raw self-taught talent under some direction. Amazing.
For my part, the story I saw in the dance was orders, separation. The shirt just pushed me over the edge, I have a shirt. It's got so much magic in it it can actually save the day when I am in the depths of sadness. It's the ugliest shirt you've ever seen, got paint all over it, acid holes, you name it. But it belonged to LT Dan for years and now, it's MY magic shirt.
I haven't seen my husband in over a month. Damn I miss him. One more month and I get to see him again. This has been a long stretch. Bless his heart he actually watched this whole video and another one too! Just for me. Dance would not be his biggest interest. ;)
The thing that made me laugh today
I'm outside fighting the good fight against the horrible grass that apparently came along with my palm trees for the ride...it's horrible, truly. This same grass has given me tendinitis twice now so I'm trying to carefully poison the bastard.
So the water meter guy walks by, I say good morning, he says nothing because he has his ipod on and doesn't hear me. Back to work. I hear him, he's coming down the street, singing at a pretty good volume Keith Sweat-Whatcha Like.
Lyrics:
I know what you want
I know what you need
Gonna give ya
What you like, what you like
You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like
Girl, I'll take you
Where you never been before
I'll go down girl
And give you so much more
Please come to me
I'll supply your every need
Satisfaction, baby, gauranteed
Yep, he was singin that...and I ran into the garage because I was laughing so hard I didn't want him to see me.
So the water meter guy walks by, I say good morning, he says nothing because he has his ipod on and doesn't hear me. Back to work. I hear him, he's coming down the street, singing at a pretty good volume Keith Sweat-Whatcha Like.
Lyrics:
I know what you want
I know what you need
Gonna give ya
What you like, what you like
You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like
Girl, I'll take you
Where you never been before
I'll go down girl
And give you so much more
Please come to me
I'll supply your every need
Satisfaction, baby, gauranteed
Yep, he was singin that...and I ran into the garage because I was laughing so hard I didn't want him to see me.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
Friday, June 6, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
Confessions
I love noisy powerful fast things. Yep. I took the weekend off and went to a Living Green Expo on Saturday and an Air Fest on Sunday.I love going to the air fest and watching/hearing /feeling really loud, really powerful, really fast jets and planes. There is also a certain thing about the smell of jet fuel. I don't know, don't ask.
My sister finally went with me, I've been trying to convince her for years. She had such a great time and since her passion is meteorology having all the NOAA planes and the Air Force Hurricane Hunter there for her viewing pleasure was quite the thrill for her. I was so surprised and proud of her normally shy self bombarding the crew of the Hurricane Hunter with questions. They were thrilled, apparently nobody even asked them what it is they do and how they do it. Weird here in hurricane land, at least I think so. Lisa knows a lot about what they do and how they do it but this gave her the opportunity to see the equipment and ask lots of informed questions. It was wonderful to watch her and to watch the crew light up when given the opportunity to talk about what they do.
I didn't take my camera so the picture I posted was taken with Lisa's little one. She took the picture, I was too busy crying like a dork. Something at the air show always gets me. This time it was the F-4/P-51/F-15 Heritage Fly-by. Between the music, a haunting Celtic song that reminded me of the one I chose to play at the end of Zach's memorial service, and the dedication, and seeing those generations flying by, together (which takes a huge amount of skill for them to do by the way) I was a suddenly a puddle. I've said before that my family is military, my father's side way back, my mother's side way back and my siblings and niece as well. So the fly-by brings back for me, my heritage also, and memory of those that are gone now. I really am proud of our country, with all it's youth and foibles and those in the military who serve on our behalf, are some of the very best in the world.
The living green expo was awesome. Lots and lots of ideas and things to do either to this home or the dream house. Technology is coming along nicely, if only we had easier access to it, either in terms of being able to afford it, or plan and have the option to include it in our houses when we build them. I could have a rant here but I won't. There wasn't much for me to learn about ways to recycle and make less of an impact than I already do, but it was still really an interesting day.I had great fun taking the weekend off, got a sunburn on my forehead in spite of my ginormous hat--I had to take it off sometimes to let wind blow and cool my head off, got my picture taken in some rediculous fingers-in-ears, mouth-open pose (I hope that doesn't show up in the paper really) and had a blast!
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Bloggy things (warning-- random thoughts)
I've been playing with my blog this morning. Bad Bon. I'm supposed to be *doing* things. Opening that ginormous pile of mail over there, doing laundry, buying groceries, paying bills, walking the dog, oh yeah, getting dressed would be good too. The President is having a press conference and I'm not really totally listening to that either. I'm avoiding responsibility and playing with my blog *grin*
About Lt Dan. That is his call sign because Forrest Gump is one of my all time favorite movies and I loved Lt Dan almost as much as I loved Forrest. Stubborn, willful, sometimes dumb, as kind as he was hard...I'll stop now because I could list my Lt Dan traits all day long probably. Now of course my Lt Dan says "but Lt Dan had no legs and I have at least one good one." LOL Yeah. My Lt Dan has a leg that got some major trauma in a training catastrophe. He's working on it, it's getting better, that's another post entirely. So, now you know why Lt Dan is Lt Dan. Actual rank isn't a part of that, rather it's about who he is and who I am and how things go.
We had a Hail and Farewell while I was up at The Cave. I'm a newb military wife so this was my first ever. I came away thinking "wow, I really AM a newb (newb: A term used to describe an inexperienced gamer/person/etc. A newb is someone who actually wants to get better.) military wife." I met a whole bunch of people, can remember like three names, got a rose and a battalion pin because we were one of the two couples being welcomed (I did notice the other wives had those on,) and felt totally like a newb. So many people there who have spent many years living this life and we are just at the beginning and I know so little. This too shall pass and still it was nice and interesting. By the way, the Urban Dictionary is sometimes a fun place to go--you can look up words like newb!
I think I'm going to have to get one of those little old lady pill holder things. Right now an ash tray is my tool of choice (nothing else to do with it). While I was up at The Cave I had my annual physical. It wasn't good, I have osteoporosis. So lots of pills, daily and once weekly. Weee so much for any sense of invincibility I may have had. I could go on a long rant about this since I already DO all the things you are supposed to do to avoid having this. Damn heredity is all I'm gonna say because you don't need a rant in addition to a zillion random thoughts.
Also while I was at The Cave I made a military wife friend who happens to live in our same Cave complex. Cool. We had lots of fun spending time together and going places and I enjoyed being around her two little girls immensely. So yay, a friend is a good thing and I'm kinda sorry I can't be there for her all the time. Her husband is in a school so she doesn't see him much right now and won't for another couple of months.
All right it's almost noon and I have done nothing I'm supposed to, I better get moving. Hope everyone has a great day.
About Lt Dan. That is his call sign because Forrest Gump is one of my all time favorite movies and I loved Lt Dan almost as much as I loved Forrest. Stubborn, willful, sometimes dumb, as kind as he was hard...I'll stop now because I could list my Lt Dan traits all day long probably. Now of course my Lt Dan says "but Lt Dan had no legs and I have at least one good one." LOL Yeah. My Lt Dan has a leg that got some major trauma in a training catastrophe. He's working on it, it's getting better, that's another post entirely. So, now you know why Lt Dan is Lt Dan. Actual rank isn't a part of that, rather it's about who he is and who I am and how things go.
We had a Hail and Farewell while I was up at The Cave. I'm a newb military wife so this was my first ever. I came away thinking "wow, I really AM a newb (newb: A term used to describe an inexperienced gamer/person/etc. A newb is someone who actually wants to get better.) military wife." I met a whole bunch of people, can remember like three names, got a rose and a battalion pin because we were one of the two couples being welcomed (I did notice the other wives had those on,) and felt totally like a newb. So many people there who have spent many years living this life and we are just at the beginning and I know so little. This too shall pass and still it was nice and interesting. By the way, the Urban Dictionary is sometimes a fun place to go--you can look up words like newb!
I think I'm going to have to get one of those little old lady pill holder things. Right now an ash tray is my tool of choice (nothing else to do with it). While I was up at The Cave I had my annual physical. It wasn't good, I have osteoporosis. So lots of pills, daily and once weekly. Weee so much for any sense of invincibility I may have had. I could go on a long rant about this since I already DO all the things you are supposed to do to avoid having this. Damn heredity is all I'm gonna say because you don't need a rant in addition to a zillion random thoughts.
Also while I was at The Cave I made a military wife friend who happens to live in our same Cave complex. Cool. We had lots of fun spending time together and going places and I enjoyed being around her two little girls immensely. So yay, a friend is a good thing and I'm kinda sorry I can't be there for her all the time. Her husband is in a school so she doesn't see him much right now and won't for another couple of months.
All right it's almost noon and I have done nothing I'm supposed to, I better get moving. Hope everyone has a great day.
Friday, August 24, 2007
then there was a blog
Because, you know, I might want to rant, or maybe not. Depends on the bottle of wine. This post was just for Lisa to show her how easy it is to have the whole freakin universe read anything at all. :D
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