Seems the "fan" rubbed a whole in the "radiator hose" which made it overheat. Beetly has to have a new fan, radiator hose, "short block," and "turbo charger." But the warranty is going to cover it. Even though I shouldn't have driven it once the light came on, it was still the car's fault. I can not even begin to describe how relieved I am. I really thought I was going to get real friendly with public transportation.
It put me in such a good mood that I agreed to go see "Soul Plane" with William and Abby tonight. Of course he's paying. I'll let yall know just how bad it is...
Monday, May 31, 2004
PopCap Games - AstroPop
This is my new useless pass time. I just found it today and already I'm addicted.
My AC is still crap ass. But I'm not paying for it to be worked on again on a holiday weekend. So we have to be hot til Tuesday. It's probably not unbearable to most...78-79 during the day...but it's damn hot for me.
Mandy's car got broken into last night and she just found it when she was on her way to get me for dinner and a movie tonight. The considerate burglars just busted out her small back window...you know, like the smoking window...rather than the big one. Then they unlocked it and dug all around only taking 15 CD's from her visor. She had 4 pairs of sunglasses in there. Also, if the considerate burglar had noticed...there is no CD player in the dash...where could it be? In the trunk with about a million more CD's. Dumb Asses. Anyway, she called the pokey to file a report and was told to leave a message and "someone will call you back between one minute and four hours from now." Thanks. It was four hours. We ended up going to Tia's and sat at the same table that we all sat at (Misti, Moe, Wendy, Tom, Laurie, Davis, & Me) so that we could see her car out of the window to make sure no one took the already broken window as a "window" of opportunity.
We also rented a movie. We got In America and came back to my house and watched it. It was a really sweet movie that I've wanted to see for some time. Though parts of it were hard to understand because of their Irish accents.
I've been on a movie roll lately. Nice to escape reality :)!
This is my new useless pass time. I just found it today and already I'm addicted.
My AC is still crap ass. But I'm not paying for it to be worked on again on a holiday weekend. So we have to be hot til Tuesday. It's probably not unbearable to most...78-79 during the day...but it's damn hot for me.
Mandy's car got broken into last night and she just found it when she was on her way to get me for dinner and a movie tonight. The considerate burglars just busted out her small back window...you know, like the smoking window...rather than the big one. Then they unlocked it and dug all around only taking 15 CD's from her visor. She had 4 pairs of sunglasses in there. Also, if the considerate burglar had noticed...there is no CD player in the dash...where could it be? In the trunk with about a million more CD's. Dumb Asses. Anyway, she called the pokey to file a report and was told to leave a message and "someone will call you back between one minute and four hours from now." Thanks. It was four hours. We ended up going to Tia's and sat at the same table that we all sat at (Misti, Moe, Wendy, Tom, Laurie, Davis, & Me) so that we could see her car out of the window to make sure no one took the already broken window as a "window" of opportunity.
We also rented a movie. We got In America and came back to my house and watched it. It was a really sweet movie that I've wanted to see for some time. Though parts of it were hard to understand because of their Irish accents.
I've been on a movie roll lately. Nice to escape reality :)!
Saturday, May 29, 2004
I forgot to re-add in yesterday's post that as I was blow drying my hair upsidedown (I like it as oneword, thanks)...I noticed that it didn't seem to be blowing very hard...then I noticed I was really hot and so was my hand (just thought it was the fact that the house was 2 million degrees) ...but when I smelt smoke I decided to get rightsideup. It was on fire. Not just sparks...they were there too. But the opposite end from where the air comes out had flames. And my dumb ass kept holding it, screaming for Vic, but I didn't want to drop it and it burn my rug. Vic unplugged it and the flame burnt out and neither of us were shocked, electrically that is.
THEN, this happened AFTER my last post...but last night about midnight I thought someone was bustin' my back fence down. I freaked and went outside with a flash light. Seems a giant tree decided to fall over into my yard from the forest behind us. It's propped up on my cute rot iron fence. The city won't come until Tuesday. My dogs eat wood then yack. But the city said "it the tree hit your house, that would be an emergency...but just in your yard can wait for business hours." Bastards.
But I've been out of bed for a good hour today and so far nothing I've touched has exploded.
THEN, this happened AFTER my last post...but last night about midnight I thought someone was bustin' my back fence down. I freaked and went outside with a flash light. Seems a giant tree decided to fall over into my yard from the forest behind us. It's propped up on my cute rot iron fence. The city won't come until Tuesday. My dogs eat wood then yack. But the city said "it the tree hit your house, that would be an emergency...but just in your yard can wait for business hours." Bastards.
But I've been out of bed for a good hour today and so far nothing I've touched has exploded.
Friday, May 28, 2004
I just typed this whole huge blog only to have the power flash at the end of it. Perfectly fitting in my last 36 hrs.
Overview of last blog:
I had to have a hysterosalpingogram yesterday at Vic's hospital. I had to hop up in the stirrups w/ his coworkers working "under the hood." Neat, thanks, see ya at the Christmas party!
Then as I was taking a nap after my test, I was damn hot. I woke up to discover the AC was broken. We had to sleep last night with it two million degrees in here. Well, if you can call that sleep...I didn't.
So Vic called them to come fix it at 7:30 this morning on his way to work at a temp job. They gave us the neat hours of "between 8 and 5." I waited till noon when Vic came home and I headed to Kim's house in Weatherford (she moved Tuesday!).
I got about 15 miles south of Denton on I35 (around TX motor speedway) and the temp gauge came on in the Beetle. I called Vic, he told me to pull over and turn it off. I did. He called the insurance co. and we were out of the free towing distance to get it to Lewisville VW or some shit. SO I sat for about 20 minutes and headed back to Denton. I drove 7 miles at 40 mph w/out AC, radio, etc while the temp gauge was flashing when the OIL light came on. About this time I was turning into the UNT campus and trying to get into the Exxon station when the car completely died in the street. I lost the power steering but was able to coast 1/2 way into the IHOP parking lot before the smoke started billowing out. Oh, but right before it died...when I would hit the gas, it sounded like a lawn mower. So I called Vic crying, people were honking at me, he called a tow truck and headed up there. He pushed it into a parking space, we went into IHOP and ate lunch while we waited an hour for the tow truck. It was the first time I'd been cool in over 24 hours. Seems I burnt the engine up, but that's not the final verdict...the "other guy that usually looks at um' is already off for the holiday" so maybe it's not completely dead. Because it if is, it's several thousand to fix, but I refuse to drive it ever again so at this minute he is going to sell it for parts and we will share a car until I get a job.
So then the AC guy finally shows up at 4:50. We were low on freon, he added some and I had to pay him $151. Bastards. He was here for 15 minutes.
So that was the overview of why it sucks to be Amanda today. And then my blog was erased.
Overview of last blog:
I had to have a hysterosalpingogram yesterday at Vic's hospital. I had to hop up in the stirrups w/ his coworkers working "under the hood." Neat, thanks, see ya at the Christmas party!
Then as I was taking a nap after my test, I was damn hot. I woke up to discover the AC was broken. We had to sleep last night with it two million degrees in here. Well, if you can call that sleep...I didn't.
So Vic called them to come fix it at 7:30 this morning on his way to work at a temp job. They gave us the neat hours of "between 8 and 5." I waited till noon when Vic came home and I headed to Kim's house in Weatherford (she moved Tuesday!).
I got about 15 miles south of Denton on I35 (around TX motor speedway) and the temp gauge came on in the Beetle. I called Vic, he told me to pull over and turn it off. I did. He called the insurance co. and we were out of the free towing distance to get it to Lewisville VW or some shit. SO I sat for about 20 minutes and headed back to Denton. I drove 7 miles at 40 mph w/out AC, radio, etc while the temp gauge was flashing when the OIL light came on. About this time I was turning into the UNT campus and trying to get into the Exxon station when the car completely died in the street. I lost the power steering but was able to coast 1/2 way into the IHOP parking lot before the smoke started billowing out. Oh, but right before it died...when I would hit the gas, it sounded like a lawn mower. So I called Vic crying, people were honking at me, he called a tow truck and headed up there. He pushed it into a parking space, we went into IHOP and ate lunch while we waited an hour for the tow truck. It was the first time I'd been cool in over 24 hours. Seems I burnt the engine up, but that's not the final verdict...the "other guy that usually looks at um' is already off for the holiday" so maybe it's not completely dead. Because it if is, it's several thousand to fix, but I refuse to drive it ever again so at this minute he is going to sell it for parts and we will share a car until I get a job.
So then the AC guy finally shows up at 4:50. We were low on freon, he added some and I had to pay him $151. Bastards. He was here for 15 minutes.
So that was the overview of why it sucks to be Amanda today. And then my blog was erased.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
I have been meaning to blog, but I've been busy being a bitch. I think I mentioned that William (19 yr old brother) was moving in. Well, he's here. And all I do is bitch at him. I totally don't mean to, but it just happens...you know, like he does stuff that we totally don't do...like use wrinkle release on everything...wasteful...get your clothes out when they beep! Duh. And leaving water glasses on the coffee table...poodle beak's knock those over as soon as they are left unattended. SO anyway, it's going reasonably well...but he's probably tired of me sounding like his mother. I have also been making him call me everyday on his way home from work. He's working at Brookhaven CC in Dallas and it's a good 30 mins to an hour to our house...I need to know when to start dinner. Again, duh. But again, annoying and motherly.
We had TWO snakes on our front porch last week. The one one tuesday William and I were walking up to the door and I stepped aside so he could unlock the door. He made this funny "ehhhhh" noise and I noticed he was running...I looked down and about 2 feet from my sandal covered feet was a 2 foot long black snake w/ yellow marks. I screamed so loud that our neighbors all hear inside their houses and Vic came running out side. We lost him and so he is still living. I say we like I was anywhere near where it MIGHT have been.
So then the next day, Vic was on the front porch and this guy rounded the corner...well, I think it was him...but Vic thinks it was a bull snake...but I know that it wasn't because that's one of the few snakes that I KNOW what they look like. He's now missing his head. The snake, not Vic.
I hate snakes and so does William. We were raised to be big chickens. I really hope two days in a row is not an indicator of how the summer is to go. Blah.
Other than that...I still need a job. I apply to an average of two jobs per day. I still don't have one. Everyone hates me. That's fine. But I am so not good at being a house wife.
Abby, William's gf of almost 3 years, is coming today for 8 DAYS. I knew she was coming...but he told me YESTERDAY that it was for 8 days. I don't think anyone has every stayed w/ me for that long...and I know that I've never stayed w/ someone that long...not even my parents. Anyway, I am not too much fun and he has to work EVERYDAY so it's going to be an interesting week.
We had TWO snakes on our front porch last week. The one one tuesday William and I were walking up to the door and I stepped aside so he could unlock the door. He made this funny "ehhhhh" noise and I noticed he was running...I looked down and about 2 feet from my sandal covered feet was a 2 foot long black snake w/ yellow marks. I screamed so loud that our neighbors all hear inside their houses and Vic came running out side. We lost him and so he is still living. I say we like I was anywhere near where it MIGHT have been.
So then the next day, Vic was on the front porch and this guy rounded the corner...well, I think it was him...but Vic thinks it was a bull snake...but I know that it wasn't because that's one of the few snakes that I KNOW what they look like. He's now missing his head. The snake, not Vic.
I hate snakes and so does William. We were raised to be big chickens. I really hope two days in a row is not an indicator of how the summer is to go. Blah.
Other than that...I still need a job. I apply to an average of two jobs per day. I still don't have one. Everyone hates me. That's fine. But I am so not good at being a house wife.
Abby, William's gf of almost 3 years, is coming today for 8 DAYS. I knew she was coming...but he told me YESTERDAY that it was for 8 days. I don't think anyone has every stayed w/ me for that long...and I know that I've never stayed w/ someone that long...not even my parents. Anyway, I am not too much fun and he has to work EVERYDAY so it's going to be an interesting week.
Friday, May 21, 2004
Ananova - Childless couple told to try sex
Now, I know some very religious people who could also be classified as very naive. But damn. Really? Is there still a place in the modern world that you can hide and not know that sex is required to make a baby?
Now, I know some very religious people who could also be classified as very naive. But damn. Really? Is there still a place in the modern world that you can hide and not know that sex is required to make a baby?
Monday, May 10, 2004
Did you know…
About 25 percent of the total ground area of Los Angeles (455 square miles) is said to be committed to usage by automobiles.
That's a lot. Anyway, just thought I'd share.
Today I went to put in an application with the county to work in the WIC office. It's to do intakes and "health and nutrition counseling." Um, I don't know if someone forgot to tell them...but those people SO don't want their counseling...they want their free shit and to get back on the bus. Anywho, I'm sure I won't get it. But I'll just keep applying until my frickin' hand falls off from filling about applications.
THEN, we went to meet Mandy and Shelly for dinner. We were supposed to meet at Big Bowl (chinese place owned by Brinker, Int....they own Chili's, OTB, Macaroni Grill, etc.) which I just ate at about 1 week ago with Sheri. It went out of business. At first we pulled up and I go "oh, they took down the giant bowl that used to be on the roof" and then we realized there were no cars. So we were there like 30 minutes early and we both forgot our cell phones. SO we went to the nearest convenience store. I walked in, looked all around, and finally asked the man at the counter where the pay phone was. He responded "Eveebody have cell phone, we no have pay phone." Yeah, not very convenient. So we go on to the next Exxon station/store. I went up to the phone out BEHIND the store and it wouldn't take my coins. So on to the next Racetrack store where there are TWO phones right next to each other. The first one didn't have a dial tone and the second one required 50 damn cents to make a local call and it let it ring once before it clicked and wouldn't give my money back. I threw the phone. I was so pissed. SO I hoped in the car and demanded that we just go to a restaurant and I would call Mandy from there. We went to Carino's. We requested a table for 4 and I went straight back to the door labeled "Restrooms/Telephone." There was NO PHONE. Not anywhere and I even went all the way into the bathroom. So I stomped up to the counter and pretty much demanded to use the phone. So I called Mandy and left a message. About 5 minutes later I was sitting at the table and I heard this waiter dude saying "Anyone know Mandy Goff?" to the other employees. I jumped up and said "I DO!" He had already gotten off the phone with her. But she called back and they came and found me. So they made it. But neither Vic or I had eaten all day, I was in dressy HOT clothes and I was bitchy. But what the hell do people do that don't have cell phones?
I know Misti has talked about how they don't have them. But they live in Midland. We were 30 minutes from home. It was rush hour. There was no way we could get anywhere. I understand why people in small towns don't have them, but there are a million other things like cable TV and a land line that I would get rid of before I got rid of my cell phone. Vic said that people that don't have cell phones know where pay phones are, but I don't think that is really possible here. Anyway, I'm thankful for my sweet little Sprint phone with the panda marching along. We did have a nice dinner though. And I ordered something labeled "NEW" on the menu and it was so good...baked cheese tortellini.
About 25 percent of the total ground area of Los Angeles (455 square miles) is said to be committed to usage by automobiles.
That's a lot. Anyway, just thought I'd share.
Today I went to put in an application with the county to work in the WIC office. It's to do intakes and "health and nutrition counseling." Um, I don't know if someone forgot to tell them...but those people SO don't want their counseling...they want their free shit and to get back on the bus. Anywho, I'm sure I won't get it. But I'll just keep applying until my frickin' hand falls off from filling about applications.
THEN, we went to meet Mandy and Shelly for dinner. We were supposed to meet at Big Bowl (chinese place owned by Brinker, Int....they own Chili's, OTB, Macaroni Grill, etc.) which I just ate at about 1 week ago with Sheri. It went out of business. At first we pulled up and I go "oh, they took down the giant bowl that used to be on the roof" and then we realized there were no cars. So we were there like 30 minutes early and we both forgot our cell phones. SO we went to the nearest convenience store. I walked in, looked all around, and finally asked the man at the counter where the pay phone was. He responded "Eveebody have cell phone, we no have pay phone." Yeah, not very convenient. So we go on to the next Exxon station/store. I went up to the phone out BEHIND the store and it wouldn't take my coins. So on to the next Racetrack store where there are TWO phones right next to each other. The first one didn't have a dial tone and the second one required 50 damn cents to make a local call and it let it ring once before it clicked and wouldn't give my money back. I threw the phone. I was so pissed. SO I hoped in the car and demanded that we just go to a restaurant and I would call Mandy from there. We went to Carino's. We requested a table for 4 and I went straight back to the door labeled "Restrooms/Telephone." There was NO PHONE. Not anywhere and I even went all the way into the bathroom. So I stomped up to the counter and pretty much demanded to use the phone. So I called Mandy and left a message. About 5 minutes later I was sitting at the table and I heard this waiter dude saying "Anyone know Mandy Goff?" to the other employees. I jumped up and said "I DO!" He had already gotten off the phone with her. But she called back and they came and found me. So they made it. But neither Vic or I had eaten all day, I was in dressy HOT clothes and I was bitchy. But what the hell do people do that don't have cell phones?
I know Misti has talked about how they don't have them. But they live in Midland. We were 30 minutes from home. It was rush hour. There was no way we could get anywhere. I understand why people in small towns don't have them, but there are a million other things like cable TV and a land line that I would get rid of before I got rid of my cell phone. Vic said that people that don't have cell phones know where pay phones are, but I don't think that is really possible here. Anyway, I'm thankful for my sweet little Sprint phone with the panda marching along. We did have a nice dinner though. And I ordered something labeled "NEW" on the menu and it was so good...baked cheese tortellini.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Conflict Map
This site's world map is SO awesome. It shows all the world's wars for a period of like a 100 years or so. You can scroll on this time line and it shows what kind of conflict and you can read about each one. Very interesting.
This is totally a different matter, but Moe, Andra, and Misti...we all know someone that got a UIA last week. For those, like myself, who do not know what that stands for...it is Urinating in Public. Yes, that's right. A very sweet girl from ANDREWS has to pay 200 something $$$ to settle this with the city of Denton. The cop walked up on her and she said "Officer, I know I'm in trouble...but could you please turn your head, it's already started and I can't stop." He wouldn't. Just stood there and stared. So sick. She was a tad intoxicated and going to her car out behind the bar she was just leaving. When she was telling me last night I couldn't help but laugh. She laughed too. But apparently they told her that if a person gets 3 UIA's they are considered a sex offender...which I think is stupid. They could have just been trying to scare her though.
This same person hadn't heard about the approaching nuptials. I sort of invited her. Sorry, it was my beer talking. If she decides to come, can I just call her my date? She was very excited and wanted to come to the Friday night at Greaud's House party also.
If you can't figure out who I'm talking about...just ask. I just don't want to include her name on here. Kinda incriminating.
This site's world map is SO awesome. It shows all the world's wars for a period of like a 100 years or so. You can scroll on this time line and it shows what kind of conflict and you can read about each one. Very interesting.
This is totally a different matter, but Moe, Andra, and Misti...we all know someone that got a UIA last week. For those, like myself, who do not know what that stands for...it is Urinating in Public. Yes, that's right. A very sweet girl from ANDREWS has to pay 200 something $$$ to settle this with the city of Denton. The cop walked up on her and she said "Officer, I know I'm in trouble...but could you please turn your head, it's already started and I can't stop." He wouldn't. Just stood there and stared. So sick. She was a tad intoxicated and going to her car out behind the bar she was just leaving. When she was telling me last night I couldn't help but laugh. She laughed too. But apparently they told her that if a person gets 3 UIA's they are considered a sex offender...which I think is stupid. They could have just been trying to scare her though.
This same person hadn't heard about the approaching nuptials. I sort of invited her. Sorry, it was my beer talking. If she decides to come, can I just call her my date? She was very excited and wanted to come to the Friday night at Greaud's House party also.
If you can't figure out who I'm talking about...just ask. I just don't want to include her name on here. Kinda incriminating.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
Fatshadow :: This blog makes my ass look fair and balanced.
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL NO DIET DAY!
I was going to talk about INDD, but then I read Tish's blog (as I do everyday) and I just thought I would link it. I really like what she said about today someone is hunched over a toilet, being bullied for being fat, not seeking medical attention, job, etc. due to being fat...that is so true.
Actually, everything she said is pretty much what I would have said. I too have seen the look of shock when I tell my "normal" sized friends that people have taken things out of my grocery cart or some of the things that Dr's have said to me ("that sinus infection is made worse by you being so fat..."). I also sometimes look down at what I'm eating and think "people who are obsessed with their weight eat this same thing as they are trying to be thin..." My preferences for food are pretty vast (with the exception of meat, member, I used to be a vegetarian but then I married a carnivore!) I really love the things that God put on this earth to eat...veggies, fruits, grains. I'm really thankful that I didn't waist (hee hee) so many years trying to be something that I'm not. This fat girl is meant to be a fat girl...and I like being fat. That are so many good things about it.
In my first psychology class in college I wrote a paper on how I was the cookie that broke the cookie cutter. I mean, not really, seeing has how I am from a fat family...but the whole point of my paper was all of the positive things about being fat. Things like I never show up to a party (except fat people parties!!) wearing the same outfit...people always remember me because I stand out...I don't get cold like skinny people do very often because I'm well insulated, etc. I'm by no means saying it's bad to be thin...I'm just saying it's no better to be thin and that I have no desire to be thin because that's not who I am AND that I would not be any healthier if I were a size 10.
Anyway, I'm thinking of all the people and those they left behind who has lost their lives trying to be thin...the ones with eating disorders, the ones that had their stomachs amputated AKA weight loss surgery...or the many that don't usually get mention that have taken their own lives because they felt so unworthy being fat.
And I'm really thankful that I was brought up in a healthy, loving home and that didn't force on me food issues or body loathing issues.
HAPPY INTERNATIONAL NO DIET DAY!
I was going to talk about INDD, but then I read Tish's blog (as I do everyday) and I just thought I would link it. I really like what she said about today someone is hunched over a toilet, being bullied for being fat, not seeking medical attention, job, etc. due to being fat...that is so true.
Actually, everything she said is pretty much what I would have said. I too have seen the look of shock when I tell my "normal" sized friends that people have taken things out of my grocery cart or some of the things that Dr's have said to me ("that sinus infection is made worse by you being so fat..."). I also sometimes look down at what I'm eating and think "people who are obsessed with their weight eat this same thing as they are trying to be thin..." My preferences for food are pretty vast (with the exception of meat, member, I used to be a vegetarian but then I married a carnivore!) I really love the things that God put on this earth to eat...veggies, fruits, grains. I'm really thankful that I didn't waist (hee hee) so many years trying to be something that I'm not. This fat girl is meant to be a fat girl...and I like being fat. That are so many good things about it.
In my first psychology class in college I wrote a paper on how I was the cookie that broke the cookie cutter. I mean, not really, seeing has how I am from a fat family...but the whole point of my paper was all of the positive things about being fat. Things like I never show up to a party (except fat people parties!!) wearing the same outfit...people always remember me because I stand out...I don't get cold like skinny people do very often because I'm well insulated, etc. I'm by no means saying it's bad to be thin...I'm just saying it's no better to be thin and that I have no desire to be thin because that's not who I am AND that I would not be any healthier if I were a size 10.
Anyway, I'm thinking of all the people and those they left behind who has lost their lives trying to be thin...the ones with eating disorders, the ones that had their stomachs amputated AKA weight loss surgery...or the many that don't usually get mention that have taken their own lives because they felt so unworthy being fat.
And I'm really thankful that I was brought up in a healthy, loving home and that didn't force on me food issues or body loathing issues.
Vic finished his finals today and I am so HAPPY! He only has 6 hours left to finish his degree...well, 9 if you count the class that he is retaking to raise his GPA...but he doesn't HAVE to take it...just wants too. I feel like I've been holding my breath for this semester to finish because he took 15 hard hours AND finished his internship this semester...not to mention working full time and some temp. Some of you may be thinking "And you just sit on your ass?" Yeah, pretty much. I am *looking* for a job. Haven't found one. Did make another thing in the crotchpot, so that qualifies me to say in good with the HWAT (House Wife Association of Texas). Hated it. That's four for four. Bleck. We went to Sweetwater Bar & Grill tonight for dinner and a beer. Well, I had a beer...he had a bourbon and coke. It was fun. There was a girl in there in her nightgown and cowboy boots. Purty. Anywho, I had 3 beers and it's time to sleep. They kinda made me feel bad.
Monday, May 03, 2004
The Obesity Myth by Paul Campos
I have been waiting for this book to come out for like a year now. It's out. Today. Yeah. I ordered it.
Paul Campos is my hero.
I have been waiting for this book to come out for like a year now. It's out. Today. Yeah. I ordered it.
Paul Campos is my hero.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
I've been meanin' to blog this and Adam being at BWI reminded me...
When Vic and I were there (in the BWI airport) on our way home from the hellish trip a few weeks ago we stopped at Starbucks to get Vic a fix (I passed...I like to avoid airplane bathrooms...fat girls get stuck in there, ya know). So I was standing off to the side when I noticed the man in front of Vic was blind and alone...with only a stick, no dog or anything. I was watching him...because, well, he couldn't see me staring...and I was interested. I love assistive technology even in it's crudest form. SO he orders, sticks his way to the pick up line with the verbal instruction of the counter help, and a few minutes later picks up his piping hot tall coffee. All the while I'm lost in thought about how he even knew there was even a Starbucks there and how his nose must be pretty kick ass and wondering if he smelt his way there...when all of a sudden he turns to take a step and the coffee sloshes ALL over the front of him. Yes, it had a lid...but he had taken it off to put c/s in and didn't get it back on good. I could tell by his facial expression that it hurt like hell so I ran to the counter and grabbed napkins and said "hold out your hand, I have napkins for you." He did, said thanks, cleaned up, fixed the lid, and sticked his way to his gate.
The thing that I could not get over is that I was the ONLY one that acted. Everyone else just stood and stared. I noticed that other people saw what happened but no one wanted to move out of line or offer help. I got his feeling that people were thinking things like "that is what you get for being blind and out alone." Which suchs because even though that might not be what people were thinking...that sure was the way they acted. It was like they didn't know what to do...or say. It just made me really sad for that man and I thought about him the whole rest of the day. And I thought about how lucky I am to have all of my senses. Lucky indeedy, you never know when you can loose them or the ability to walk, etc.
Misti, have you blogged Clayton's update lately? Have we talked about it at all on here? It's a story worth tellin'. An even sadder one....
When Vic and I were there (in the BWI airport) on our way home from the hellish trip a few weeks ago we stopped at Starbucks to get Vic a fix (I passed...I like to avoid airplane bathrooms...fat girls get stuck in there, ya know). So I was standing off to the side when I noticed the man in front of Vic was blind and alone...with only a stick, no dog or anything. I was watching him...because, well, he couldn't see me staring...and I was interested. I love assistive technology even in it's crudest form. SO he orders, sticks his way to the pick up line with the verbal instruction of the counter help, and a few minutes later picks up his piping hot tall coffee. All the while I'm lost in thought about how he even knew there was even a Starbucks there and how his nose must be pretty kick ass and wondering if he smelt his way there...when all of a sudden he turns to take a step and the coffee sloshes ALL over the front of him. Yes, it had a lid...but he had taken it off to put c/s in and didn't get it back on good. I could tell by his facial expression that it hurt like hell so I ran to the counter and grabbed napkins and said "hold out your hand, I have napkins for you." He did, said thanks, cleaned up, fixed the lid, and sticked his way to his gate.
The thing that I could not get over is that I was the ONLY one that acted. Everyone else just stood and stared. I noticed that other people saw what happened but no one wanted to move out of line or offer help. I got his feeling that people were thinking things like "that is what you get for being blind and out alone." Which suchs because even though that might not be what people were thinking...that sure was the way they acted. It was like they didn't know what to do...or say. It just made me really sad for that man and I thought about him the whole rest of the day. And I thought about how lucky I am to have all of my senses. Lucky indeedy, you never know when you can loose them or the ability to walk, etc.
Misti, have you blogged Clayton's update lately? Have we talked about it at all on here? It's a story worth tellin'. An even sadder one....
Saturday, May 01, 2004
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Listen to the "Fat-kins Diet" one. He does drop a few F-bombs and talk about fat bastards...but it made me laugh. And he has a good point..."You don't see any fat squirrels, do ya?!" I like the pissed off squirrel. He has a nice message of self acceptance at the end too...something like "and if anyone tells you you are too fat or too skinny tell them to fuck off and die." Right on, squirrel! You are preachin' to the choir!
Only 5 days until International No Diet Day and I was printin' out the Cherry Sheet Cake that Vic's Mom makes that he loves...and well...I'm not gona love it. I'm actually going to hate it. Here it is:
1 1/2 cup sugar
1 cup Butter or margarine
Cream the butter and sugar until fluffy then add
4 eggs
2 cups sifted flour
1 TBSP lemon extract (sometimes I use Almond extract instead)
1 Can Cherry Pie filling
Power Sugar to dust after baked
Add eggs one at a time to butter and sugar and continue to beat until fluffy, add flour and extract and mix. Spread into a greased and floured jelly roll pan and mark dough off into squares. Fill each square with Cherry Pie filling, about a TBSP or more into each.
Bake at 350 for 45-50 minutes, until golden brown and bounces back when touched or do the tooth pick test. Sprinkle with powered sugar while warm.
Okkkk...lets see. Um. I hate lemon cake. And I hate almond extract. I also don't know what the hell she means by "mark dough off into squares." What size squares? And why? Is it for looks because I so don't give a damn if it looks pretty.
I think I will make it but w/ vanilla extract as the sub. for the lemon crap and I'm just gona spread the cherry stuff all over the cake. Maybe then I'll like it. MAYBE.
Listen to the "Fat-kins Diet" one. He does drop a few F-bombs and talk about fat bastards...but it made me laugh. And he has a good point..."You don't see any fat squirrels, do ya?!" I like the pissed off squirrel. He has a nice message of self acceptance at the end too...something like "and if anyone tells you you are too fat or too skinny tell them to fuck off and die." Right on, squirrel! You are preachin' to the choir!
Only 5 days until International No Diet Day and I was printin' out the Cherry Sheet Cake that Vic's Mom makes that he loves...and well...I'm not gona love it. I'm actually going to hate it. Here it is:
1 1/2 cup sugar
1 cup Butter or margarine
Cream the butter and sugar until fluffy then add
4 eggs
2 cups sifted flour
1 TBSP lemon extract (sometimes I use Almond extract instead)
1 Can Cherry Pie filling
Power Sugar to dust after baked
Add eggs one at a time to butter and sugar and continue to beat until fluffy, add flour and extract and mix. Spread into a greased and floured jelly roll pan and mark dough off into squares. Fill each square with Cherry Pie filling, about a TBSP or more into each.
Bake at 350 for 45-50 minutes, until golden brown and bounces back when touched or do the tooth pick test. Sprinkle with powered sugar while warm.
Okkkk...lets see. Um. I hate lemon cake. And I hate almond extract. I also don't know what the hell she means by "mark dough off into squares." What size squares? And why? Is it for looks because I so don't give a damn if it looks pretty.
I think I will make it but w/ vanilla extract as the sub. for the lemon crap and I'm just gona spread the cherry stuff all over the cake. Maybe then I'll like it. MAYBE.
I've been doin a little crotch pot cookin. Ya know, Good Morning Vietnam...he says "crotch pot cookin'." Anyway...
Chicken & Noodles...hated it
Brisket....hated it
Oriental beef w/ broccoli....hated it
Soooo, I have one more recipe for a roast that I'm going to attempt next week and if I hate it...I'm giving the damn thing back to my mother. Though, Kim had a good point..."but it's so easy to make queso!" so maybe I won't give it back. But damn. Besides not liking it...I'm NEVER awake 10-12 hours before I eat....I get up at 10-12 am...and we eat when I get up and again around 7ish. So, yeah, not working. This morning I got up at 7:30 to put all the crap in there and get it started...of course I went back to bed...but still. I was pissed because I didn't even like it. Ok, enough of my bitching. If anyone has any recipes that they know are tasty for the crotch pot...please email me or blog them or somethin. Did I mention that Vic has liked them all...he's so weird...
Chicken & Noodles...hated it
Brisket....hated it
Oriental beef w/ broccoli....hated it
Soooo, I have one more recipe for a roast that I'm going to attempt next week and if I hate it...I'm giving the damn thing back to my mother. Though, Kim had a good point..."but it's so easy to make queso!" so maybe I won't give it back. But damn. Besides not liking it...I'm NEVER awake 10-12 hours before I eat....I get up at 10-12 am...and we eat when I get up and again around 7ish. So, yeah, not working. This morning I got up at 7:30 to put all the crap in there and get it started...of course I went back to bed...but still. I was pissed because I didn't even like it. Ok, enough of my bitching. If anyone has any recipes that they know are tasty for the crotch pot...please email me or blog them or somethin. Did I mention that Vic has liked them all...he's so weird...
