Wish me Luck!

Today, Friday, is my surgery. Just wanted to stop by and say howdy since I will probably be MIA for a few days recovering. I'll post the story when I'm feeling better if it's any good.


Everyone Have a GREAT weekend and New Years if I'm not on!


UPDATE::: here are the pics

day of surgery




36 hours after surgery

MERRY CHRISTMAS

Happy Birthday D

This is the 5th Birthday I've had the pleasure of celebrating with you and I'm looking forward to many more! I love ya!

Effin' UPS

I am sooo mad today. I had 9 packages due to be delivered today by UPS, all of which are gifts. So I am home all damn day waiting and waiting, And nothing. So I go online to check on the status of them. 4 of the 9 claim to be delivered at the front door at 2:06 pm today. Well who's effin house did you deliver them to cause it wasn't mine. I call UPS and they have no clue. The chick says that she's going to put in a tracking request and find out what the heck is going on cause if I was home then there is no way they could have delivered to the house without me knowing. Not to mention that 3 of the boxes "delivered" are part of a 7 piece item so why did all of it not get "delivered" today?? Talk about duh! Now I have to go through heck to try and get this taken care of. Grrrr...I'll update this post as I gather more info. I'm going to look around the outside of the house and tomorrow check with the neighbors and see if they even saw UPS yesterday.

UPDATE:: I GOT 3 OF MY BOWFLEX PACKAGES BUT 4 ARE JUST MISSING. THE THING FROM TARGET ARRIVED AND THE GIFT FOR MIKE CAME TOO..NOW WE'RE JUST WAITING FOR A CLAIM TO BE FILED ON MY BOWFLEX SO I CAN GET THE REST OF IT

amrdrn rbaf sod gt

WTF you might be asking. Well, I'm on AOL talking to my mom via IM and this is how the conversation goes. things in ( ) i added for explaination

Me: Well it's time for me to take my pills and get ready to go ninites (what my 18 month old says when he's tired)

Mom: amrdrn rbaf sod gt

Mom: what was all that jumble I typed?

Me: lol I don't know I didn't type it

Mom: Neither did I

Me: well then who did? bridget? Keesha? (her 2 dogs)

Mom: the candy cane? (her animated buddy icon on AOL)

Me: if the candy cane is typing i'm done using computers

(We then get into a discussion of what it could have been she was trying to say)

Me: maybe it was "i am getting ready for bed so good night"

Mom: no i don't think so

Me: well then it must be "am ordering roast beef sod get"

Mom: either way you look at it something is wrong

Me: lmao

Mom: what does lmao mean

Me: laughing my ass off

Mom: pmplso

Me: what? are you not typing again?

Mom: no i'm laughing so hard i'm crying and i can barely see to type

Mom: peeing my pants laughing so hard so it should be pmplsh

Me: rotflmao and that means rolling on the floor laughing my ass off

Mom: well i am going to bed so good night

Me: so maybe I was right that "amrdrn rbaf sod gt" means "i am getting ready for bed so good night"

Mom: maybe

Me: well then "amrdrn rbaf sod gt"

Mom: whatever you say RAINBOW (from mad tv)

Me: Night

Mom: night

By the end of this conversation I can't see from crying so hard from laughing.

So my question is... WTF does "amrdrn rbaf sod gt" mean?

BIG PIMPIN'

We went to Arizona Mills the other day, and no matter what mall we go to I have to look around in spencers. Well while we're looking around this Santa Pimp hat catches my eye. And being the goof that I am I put it on my son's head. The hat is funny on an adult but sooo damn cute on him! Just had to share.

A task for the readers

I have an assignment for everyone who reads this blog. As those who know me are aware I have a thing for Fairies. I have a collection of them at home as well as a tattoo. I am now starting an online collection of Fairies. If you can find them please send them my way and I will post them with the person who gave me my fairy.

I have my snow fairy already to start things off.


Thanks,

~S

New Car...for ME

Just wanted to post a few pics. We traded in the Trailblazer on the 29th of November, for an '07 Pontiac Torrent. So far I really like it, it's a little smaller then the Trailblazer and better on gas. Which is a plus.

STUPID CHEVY

This is a picture of the train wreck we call Mike's Camaro. This is from when it was running good and he was able to take it to Speedworld. But since this post is about this piece of junk I figured a picture from when it wasn't junk would be nice.

So, this past weekend Mike had to go to the Land of ONE Grocery Store for Drill. If you don't know where I'm talking about click here. So at 11pm Friday night I get a call from him saying he made it there but now his car won't start and he thinks it's the battery and he wants me to drive down. I laugh at him, and tell him I am not waking up our son to drive 2 1/2 hours cause his shit mobile won't start, and that I'll have my mom watch the baby and I'll come down Saturday and we'll fingure out what's wrong and fix it.

So Saturday I take the 2 1/2 hour drive in the rain and residual flooding to go help him with his crapper. I get there at 5pm, his car won't start has no lights and all you hear is a clicking noise when you crank it. Now about a year ago we had the same problem with the car and we got a new battery but the old battery load tested full, so something is not right and causing the car to think the battery is dead. So we go to Autozone and he ends up getting a 5/16" battery ratchet and a light tester to make sure he didn't blow any fuses on the way down from all the flooded roads. But we don't buy any parts.

We then go to dinner and Walmart to get tums and a fleece for me cause it was cold and I don't have a jacket. We stop at another Autozone and buy the positive and negative battery cables, only one problem you need a lift to put the positive on. And since the car won't start we can't exactly put it on a lift. So still nothing useful is bought.

We go back to base and push the car out of the 10 minute spot it's been in for about 21 hours, and nothing is working. So we finally cave and go to Checker and buy a battery. Now the whole time the battery we already have is load testing as full and Mike's multimeter is showing it's got 12.6 volts so we know the battery is good, but because this seems eerily like the last time we try it again. $100 later we get back to base put the new battery in and voila it starts right up.

After all that we're both ready for a drink and a nice hard wall to slam our heads up against. So we decide to take a walk to the Enlisted club for some drinks. It's a 15 minute walk in the dark, in the cold and on rocks non the less with no street lights and i'm in flip flops. We get there and they are f'ing closed! On a Saturday at 8pm they're closed!!! I was not happy, so we turn around and walk to the shopette and buy some drinks and go back to Mike's room. We have a few drinks talk about his stupid car and his project for school and by 11pm we're asleep.

He gets up at 5 to get ready for work and I get up at 10 pack the room check out for him then leave. I stop to get breakfast and get home around 12:30 and put Monkey down for a nap then unpack the car.

Mike gets home about 4:30 and when he pulls into the garage his car stalls then won't stay started. It's got some smoke coming out of it but that's pretty normal since he has an oil leak. So we leave the garage door open for a while to let the smoke and stink of burning oil go away and about 4 hours later he goes out and the damn thing starts no problem, and stays running.


I JUST DON'T GET IT...WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS STUPID CHEVY! If anyone has any suggestions or answers please let me know.

Turkey Day

So we're not celebrating Thanksgiving today like normal people. Why, you ask. Because JB HUNT the wonderfully selfish company my Husband works for doesn't observe Holidays. So we're making Thanksgiving Sunday. Doesn't bother me, cause I didn't have to cook the Turkey today, but I do have to do it Sunday. My mom will take Gav out for a few hours so I can prepare and everything without chasing an 18 month old around, which will be nice. Plus we get to have our own special day that nobody else has (that we know of anyway). So to those of you who actually got to eat Turkey and stuff today, Happy Turkey Day!

~S

Snoring

GOOD GOD HELP ME!!!

My wonderfully ignorant husband is back to snoring again. And this time it's worse then it has been in years. He's had this horrible cough for months upon months now, and I finally got sick of it and sent him to the doctors to get it fixed. They find out he has chronic sinusitis and post nasal drip which combined with smoking (which he thinks I'm oblivious to him still doing) is making him cough. Any person with a little bit of logic would go see an ENT and actually do what they're told.

Nope not my husband, he goes once and gets told he needs 1 of 2 things done and then he never goes back. Well duh- no wonder you not getting better. So today we take him to the allergy dr. to have him tested to make sure nothing household is contributing to his cough. We find out he is allergic to horse, feathers (which he has a feather pillow- sorry honey say bye bye to that) several kinds of weeds and trees (pecan and maple being 2 of them) and roaches. Thankfully we're not gross people, or he'd have a problem. The allergy specialist laughed at him when she found out he was still smoking and complaining about his cough...talk about a here's your sign moment.

She suggested he get a second opinion from another ENT since the other one didn't give us much to work with. It was either spend 2k out of pocket or lets do surgery and see if that helps a little. So Monday I get to schedule an appointment for him, I think I'm going to send him to my ENT since he's done such great work on me. Hubby is now on antibiotics to clear up this sinusitis and they're putting him on something for heartburn cause he's always saying his stomach burns. And she's going to try and get our insurance to approve chantix for him to help him quit smoking.

I married a mess...And I can't sleep, his snoring keeps me up at night cause it sounds like darth vader is in bed next to me with a head cold. So I spend half my night shoving and kicking and slapping him to stop him from snoring and trying to roll him over to his left side since he doesn't snore as loud then. I can't take much more then this, and to top it off I'm supposed to be going back to work in a little over a week. How the heck am I gonna do that if I can't sleep!!!

The surgery and the fun after

So,
As promised here is the surgery story. October 25th I had a Tonsilectomy and a cyst removed from my left maxillary sinus (the ones behind your cheek). Surgery went good, as you can see from me waking up from the general here.

The surgery itself lasted almost 4 hours, and would have started on time if it had not taken 10 attempts and 3 blown veins to get the IV catheter into a vein. I was wonderfully bruised...







When I got home that day I was doing pretty good, I was able to text a few people and let them know all went well but it was pretty hard to talk cause my throat was very raw. It felt like they had glued sand paper to the roof of my mouth and each time i swallowed the grit was running down my throat, scratching the whole way down. Thankfully they gave me Liquid Lortab, which for those of you who don't know it is a narcotic mixed with tylenol and used for "moderate to moderately severe pain" as the bottle says. I pretty much slept for a few days except to get up and do random things since you can't really rest when you have a one year old. Even if other people are there to help out the maternal instinct is still there. The next pics are not the prettiest, as they are of my throat. The first one is the morning after, the second one is 3 days after and the last one is 6 days after.



So, my mom and husband watched Gavin the day of and that whole weekend. But, Gavin had to go to daycare the following week and guess who had to take him, while on liquid lortab none the less. So, he goes to daycare that Monday, Tuesday, and gets dropped off Wednesday and I get home and 2 damn hours later the phone rings, it's the daycare. Someone had to come get him because he had blisters on his hands and feet from a child who had bit him the week previous that hand HFMD (hand and foot in mouth disease) normally this would be no big deal cause you just get some blisters on your hands and feet and in your mouth then they go away a week later. But lucky me, I just had throat surgery and it could be extremely dangerous to me and put me in the hospital. So, I had to have Mike leave school and take off work (which got him suspended for 3 days) and this is what Mike looked like for a few days after, so I didn't get it.

It was definately an interesting week. Gavin didn't get the blisters in his mouth and he only ended up with a total of 5 blisters on his hands and feet. But guess what...Mike got it!!! Thankfully he was in Tucson for his drill weekend because his hands and feet were covered. When he came back they were pretty much gone but he still had to sleep on the couch for a few nights to be sure. Now, I'm doing pretty good, I had a follow up on Friday and everything looks good except that I got a throat infection which happens pretty frequently in adults when the scabbing starts to come off of the tonsil site. So they put me on a massive 2 day dose of antibiotics to knock it out and I go back on the 20th for a recheck. The surgery itself and the recovery weren't really bad it just hurts like hell to swallow anything, I lived off of crushed ice and slimfast for the first week and graduated to mac & cheese and popcicles after that and I have been eating real food for about 4 days now and it's very sore to eat anything that's not soft but not any more sore then if you had a cold. Hope you enjoy the pics!

The difference a year makes...

Before I post about my surgery and show pics, I wanted to show some very good friends of mine how much a year can change a person. So the first set of pics are from 2006, the second set are from 2007. Look at the difference! LOVE YOU GUYS!!!!

Quick Update

Well surgery was done on Thursday. I'm recovering quite well. Still kinda sore, if I don't take my pain meds every 4 hours my tongue swells up pretty bad then I can't swallow and can barely breathe, so I'm pretty doped up. I'll blog the whole experience when I can stay focused and awake for longer then 20 minutes.

And yes Ann, I remember texting you!

Our Trip to the land of ONE grocery store

So, as my previous post revealed, we went to Tucson over the weekend for Mike's first UTA (military jargon for drill weekend). We left here Friday night at 9:30 figuring Gavin will sleep the whole 2 hour drive since it's late, dark and he had already been in bed for 2 hours. That plus Mike forgot he needed clothes and had to do laundry. So we leave, and Gavin is WIDE AWAKE the whole ride down there. Talking and dancing to music. Very cute but when he didn't go back to sleep during the ride down, I knew I was in for it. So we get to Tucson at about 11:30 and finally get to the hotel about midnight.

We stayed at the "lovely" Airport Hampton Inn. And I use the word lovely VERY VERY lightly. It doesn't look bad from outside as this picture shows.

it's behind Gavin in this one

We get the keys to the room and drive around back, to park since the room was on the 3rd floor in the rear of the hotel. We get all the stuff in the hotel and when we get into the elevator me and Mike look at eachother and gulp. The door was missing paint, and all dented. I wish I had taken a picture of it, but the camera was in the diaper bag and I forgot afterwards. Then the elevator starts to move. I swear I felt like I was on that thrill ride the Tower of Terror going up this thing. It was rocking back and forth and you could feel it bumping into the walls on the way up. Then it started making this odd grinding noise. I held on to Gavin with both arms so tight he pushed me off and said "mommy" in this real frustrated get off me tone, that I had to laugh. We thank our lucky stars when the door opens and it's actually at the floor not stopped half way between levels or anything crazy.

We get off real quick and go to our room, which lucky us is next to housekeeping's storage rooms. They had a pack-n-play in the room which I don't think I would use as a laundry basket it was so nasty. There was white stains all over it and what looked like soda spills on the plastic. I was thankful that we brought ours, I was afraid to fold up the hotel one and put it away for fear of getting contaminated. The funny part was who ever labeled them spelled the hotel name wrong. It said HAPTON all over it. Whoever did that must have skipped ESL.

And boy was I right about Gavin. He did not go to sleep until 4:30 that morning. And Mike had to get up and leave at 5:30 to be at the base at 6:00. Oh and I must also mention it's not at Davis Monthan, the some what normal base, it's at the airport. Where the Air National Guard station is. So the base is like literally 6 square blocks. Which I guess is fine for 1 weekend a month. So needless to say I don't get any sleep Friday night. Not to mention that I drove there (and back).

Gavin is finally asleep at 4:30 so Mike takes the Trailblazer to the base for inprocessing. Gavin gets up at 9:30 and we go downstairs for breakfast, no restaurant, just continental breakfast. Which is fine cause they had eggs oatmeal, cereal, bunch of bagels and donuts and juices. So we get food for me and him and go back to the room. This is Gavin eating breatfast in bed.



Gavin liked breakfast so that made me happy. The eggs had ham and cheese in them, and he had a biscut and oatmeal and apple juice. So he was good to go. Since Mike had the transportation we hung out in the room and played with the toys we brought until he got all types of cranky and needed a nap. I put him in his pack-n-play about noon and he ran around and rocked it back and forth until about 1:30 the passed out. Mike got back at about 2:20 and we ordered pizza since Gavin was sleeping finally. They delivered right to our room, which was nice. We ate and decided to go to "Arizona Factory Outlets" which the hotel book said was a good "shopping spot". Apparently whoever wrote that was in the same class with the person who labeled the port-a-cribs.

We drive around for 20 minutes trying to find this great place that's 3 miles away from the hotel. Finally go back to the hotel and Mike uses the computer in the lobby to Google it. And we find out it's on a road off the main road which wasn't even mentioned in the directions in the book. So we finally find it an hour after setting out to go there. It was off this road behind a run down building that looked like it used to be a warehouse. We pull into the parking lot and the building is reminiscent of the indoor swap mart. We get out the stroller and go in. The second the door opens I almost fall over from the smell. Imagine your in a bathroom that hasn't been cleaned in about a month and the toilets don't flush. That's the smell. Only add wet carpet smell to it. And there are 3 stores.


A Dollar Plus (nothing was $1, so they really meant the plus part) a Toy Liquidators, which had toys from the early to mid 90's for sale (pogs- remember them?) and you can almost see it in the picture a Vanity Fair. We did manage to spend $50 at Vanity Fair on like 4 outfits for Gavin and a $5 shirt for Mike. But we got out of there so fast, it was horrible.

We stopped at a QT for directions to Walmart (hoping they had one) and a good place too eat (again hoping they had one) and we were directed to Golden Corral, a buffet. Surprisingly it was very good. They had cook to order steak and popcorn shrimp. The 3 of us ate there for like $25. They had quite a few things to choose from and unlike Country Buffet we didn't get sick! And Walmart was right accross the street. Mike ran in and picked up a few things and when he came out he said he was the only white person in there and he felt very out of place. I cracked up. After our fun little outing we went back to the hotel to try and put Gavin to bed. He finally fell asleep at 9:30 Saturday night, so did we since I was exhausted from the night before.

Sunday I got my ID, Mike finished inprocessing and I had to pack up the room and check out by 2pm. So not much happened Sunday. After Mike was done we did go to Davis Monthan to check it out. Very small compared to Luke but you could fit a good 3 or 4 of the ANG bases on it. They are big on security compared to Luke too. They wanted to see everyone's ID and the had those tire spike strips in the ground so you couldn't go the wrong way. We got gas ($2.57 a gallon) and headed back towards home. Again with me driving, only this time it's 3:30 in the afternoon. Gavin and Mike both sleep almost the whole way back. Gavin needed it. We got home about 5:00 Sunday and boy was I glad to get home.

I DO NOT WANT TO MOVE DOWN THAT WAY!!!! Mike wanted to move out that way everyone from the base told him not to cause there is nothing out there. Boy were they right. They have 1 Food City and 1 Walmart. I think I saw 3 pharmacies and about 6 gas stations the rest is run down trailer parks, and abandoned warehouses and buildings. There was 1 area that had new houses going up, from the $130's which is shocking to see but that's cause there is nothing there and you have to drive 30+ minutes to get to anything. The closest mall, real mall, we found out is 30 minutes away. I would not be able to live in an area like that. The only nice thing was how close the mountains are to you compared to here.

Tucson

We're heading to Tucson for the weekend, Mike has drill. So I will be back on Monday probably with some crazy story about the weekend. This is also Gavin's first trip away from home! Wish me luck!!!

Mike's Birthday

So, Mike's 26th Birthday was this past Saturday (the 6th) and to
celebrate we went to Hurricane Bay, the club/Karaoke Bar we go to
whenever we get a sitter (which has been 2 times in the last 17
months!!!) We went with John & Alishea and their friend Tom, whom
we had never met before and would prefer not to again. He was a little
off his rocker, and for some of you that read this you know you have to
be pretty off for me to say that. This guy made wierd jokes about being
gay all night long and didn't say anything other then that until he got
up to sing a Megadeath song. Nuff said! So, anyway while we're there
this guy, Nunzee very cute very funny, one of the Karaoke hosts if you
will does this dance that my drunken self caught on video but stupid me
had the camera sideways so it looks even funnier! Here is the Nunzee
dance!

All in all we had a good night, and I got drunk (not loaded) for the first time since Korea!

THE DAM- Gotta love the government

THE DAM

This is an actual letter sent to a man named Ryan DeVries regarding a pond on his property. It was sent by the Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Quality, State of Pennsylvania. This guy's response is hilarious, but read the State's letter before you get to the response letter.



SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County

Dear Mr. DeVries:

It has come to the attention of the Department of Environmental Quality that there has been recent unauthorized activity on the above referenced parcel of property. You have been certified as the legal landowner and/or contractor who did the following unauthorized activity: Construction and maintenance of two wood debris dams across the outlet stream of Spring Pond.


A permit must be issued prior to the start of this type of activity. A review of the Department's files shows that no permits have been issued. Therefore, the Department has determined that this activity is in violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.


The Department has been informed that one or both of the dams partially failed during a recent rain event, causing debris and flooding at downstream locations.


We find that dams of this nature are inherently hazardous and cannot be permitted.

The Department therefore orders you to cease and desist all activities at this location, and to restore the stream to a free-flow condition by removing all wood and brush forming the dams from the stream channel. All restoration work shall be completed no later than January 31, 2006.

Please notify this office when the restoration has been completed so that a follow-up site inspection may be scheduled by our staff. Failure to comply with this request or any further unauthorized activity on the site may result in this case being referred for elevated enforcement action.. We anticipate and would appreciate your full cooperation in this matter. Please feel free to contact me at this office if you have any questions.

Sincerely,

David L. Price
District Representative and Water Management Division.


Here is the actual response sent back by Mr. DeVries:


Re: DEQ File No. 97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County

Dear Mr. Price,

Your certified letter dated 12/17/02 has been handed to me to respond to.
I am the legal landowner but not the Contractor at 2088 Dagget Lane, Trout Run, Pennsylvania.

A couple of beavers are in the (State unauthorized) process of constructing and maintaining two wood "debris" dams across the outlet stream of my Spring Pond. While I did not pay for, authorize, nor supervise their dam project, I think they would be highly offended that you call their skillful use of natures building materials "debris."

I would like to challenge your department to attempt to emulate their dam project any time and/or any place you choose. I believe I can safely state there is no way you could ever match their dam skills, their dam resourcefulness, their dam ingenuity, their dam persistence, their dam determination and/or their dam work ethic.



These are the beavers/contractors you are seeking. As to your request, I do not think the beavers are aware that they must first fill out a dam permit prior to the start of this type of dam activity.

My first dam question to you is:

(1) Are you trying to discriminate against my Spring Pond Beavers, or

(2) do you require all beavers throughout this State to conform to said dam request?

If you are not discriminating against these particular beavers, through the Freedom of Information Act, I request completed copies of all those other applicable beaver dam permits that have been issued.

(Perhaps we will see if there really is a dam violation of Part 301, Inland Lakes and Streams, of the Natural Resource and Environmental
Protection Act, Act 451 of the Public Acts of 1994, being sections 324.30101 to 324.30113 of the Pennsylvania Compiled Laws, annotated.)

I have several concerns. My first concern is, aren't the beavers entitled to legal representation? The Spring Pond Beavers are financially destitute and are unable to pay for said representation -- so the State will have to provide them with a dam lawyer. The Department's dam concern that either one or both of the dams failed during a recent rain event, causing flooding, is proof that this is a natural occurrence, which the Department is required to protect. In other words, we should leave the Spring Pond Beavers alone rather than harassing them and calling them dam names.

If you want the stream "restored" to a dam free-flow condition please contact the beavers -- but if you are going to arrest them, they obviously did not pay any attention to your dam letter, they being unable to read English.

In my humble opinion, the Spring Pond Beavers have a right to build their unauthorized dams as long as the sky is blue, the grass is green and water flows downstream. They have more dam rights than I do to live and enjoy Spring Pond. If the Department of Natural Resources and Environmental Protection lives up to its name, it should protect the natural resources (Beavers) and the environment (Beavers' Dams).

So, as far as the beavers and I are concerned, this dam case can be referred for more elevated enforcement action right now. Why wait until 1/31/2006? The Spring Pond Beavers may be under the dam ice then and there will be no way for you or your dam staff to contact/harass them.

In conclusion, I would like to bring to your attention to a real environmental quality, health, problem in the area. It is the bears! Bears are actually defecating in our woods. I definitely believe you should be persecuting the defecating bears and leave the beavers alone. If you are going to investigate the beaver dam, watch your step! The bears are not careful where they dump!

Being unable to comply with your dam request, and being unable to contact you on your dam answering machine, I am sending this response to your dam office.

THANK YOU,

RYAN DEVRIES

GOD LOVE GOVERNMENT AGENCIES.
& THE DAM BEAVERS

Gavin's First Year

The Biker (For Daryl & Ann)

The Biker

I saw you, hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store
Line. But, you didn't see me, put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.

I saw you, pull your child closer when we passed each other on
the sidewalk. But, you didn't see me, playing Santa at the local mall.

I saw you, change your mind about going into the restaurant.
But, you didn't see me, attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief.

I saw you, roll up your window and shake your head when I rode
by. But, you didn't see me, riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window.

I saw you, frown at me when I smiled at your children. But, you
didn't see me, when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.

I saw you, stare at my long hair. But, you didn't see me, and
my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love.

I saw you, roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves.
But, you didn't see me, and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.

I saw you, look in fright at my tattoos. But, you didn't see
me, cry as my children were born and have their name written over and in my heart.

I saw you, change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But,
you didn't see me, going home to be with my family.

I saw you, complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be.
But, you didn't see me, when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.

I saw you, yelling at your kids in the car. But, you didn't see
me, pat my child's hands, knowing he was safe behind me.

I saw you, reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the
road. But, you didn't see me, squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn.

I saw you, race down the road in the rain. But, you didn't see
me, get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date.

I saw you, run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of
time. But, you didn't see me, trying to turn right.

I saw you, cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I
was in. But, you didn't see me, leave the road.

I saw you, waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But, you
didn't see me. I wasn't there.

I saw you, go home to your family. But, you didn't see me.
Because, I died that day you cut me off.

I was just a biker. A person with friends and a family. But,
you didn't see me.

Re-post this around in hopes that people will understand the
biker community.

I hope you never
Lose someone that rides.

To Wear is Human

Curt Shilling- Boston Red Sox Pitcher

Inscribed "K ALS" on his shoe to remind people "there are bigger things in life than baseball" while pitching during the World Series. Curt has been a long time advocate for the ALSA and has raised over $5 million for patients, research, and education.

I thought of a good friend when I saw a tshirt with this picture on it. Ann, a very good friend of mine, lost her father to ALS just a few years ago. She is from Mass. so it's only fitting that this whole blog is about a T-shirt based off of a BOSTON RED SOX pitcher. Every year since her father had become ill she has participated in the walk to D'feet ALS, and sadly he passed shortly after the first walk. I was able to make it the first year, but was pregnant and had pre-eclampsia the second year and was unable to walk. This year I had to work. However, I do make contributions each paycheck to the ALS foundation, so even though I could not walk I am still able to help.

So back to the point of the blog. I was driving to work this morning listening to my favorite morning goofballs, JohnJay & Rich on 104.7 Kiss FM and Jeremy Roenick (former Coyote now a Shark) had sent JohnJay a tshirt for his Birthday from his place he has in Scottsdale, Arizona MUZE LOUNGE. So I went on to the website to see a picture of the shirt he had given JohnJay and there was a link to the website. So I'm looking through the shirts they have on the website and I find one that reminds me of Ann. The website is a Flash page so I can't copy the picture but here is the link to the page https://www.muzelounge.com/flashstart.php Click on the Charity link

And for those of you who don't go to the page, this is what it says:

"HOPE IS A GOOD THING"

Help us 'K' ALS 100% of your purchase will help save lives.

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), often referred to as "Lou Gehrig's disease," is a progressive neurodegenerative disease that affects nerve cells in the brain and the spinal cord. Motor neurons reach from the brain to the spinal cord and from the spinal cord to the muscles throughout the body. The progressive degeneration of the motor neurons in ALS eventually lead to their death. When the motor neurons die, the ability of the brain to initiate and control muscle movement is lost. With voluntary muscle action progressively affected, patients in the later stages of the disease may become totally paralyzed. Yet, through it all, for the vast majority of people, their minds remain unaffected.

Although the cause of ALS is not completely understood, the recent years have brought a wealth of new scientific understanding regarding the physiology of this disease.
While there is not a cure or treatment today that halts or reverses ALS, there is one FDA approved drug, Rilutek®, that modestly slows the progression of ALS as well as several other drugs in clinical trials that hold promise.

We hope that through the sale of our "hope is a good thing" t-shirt featuring Curt Shilling's bloody sock and American League Championship Series pitching effort, we will help to put an end to this deadly disease by donating 100% of our profits from the sale of this shirt. Please help us "K" ALS.

The shirt is $39. I suggest you go get the shirt!!!

~S

Conniving People

So I'm getting really sick of the bullshit drama at work. Today I had enough! So back in July our manager got transferred to another department but we're over budget so they haven't hired a new manager we've got some stupid fuckers filling in as "acting manager". The first guy wasn't bad, he actually understood that life happens and shit goes wrong. Well apparently some stupid ass manager for another area got canned so they moved him over to take the place of that guy since, we're over budget. So they bring in this stupid bitch who looks like nobody told her she died about a year ago. This damn woman has been the acting manager for my team for no lie, 1 week, and it's already gone to her fucking head.

Today was the topper for me though. So work knows that because of how long my commute is and the fact that daycare doesn't open until 6am I don't get to work until 7:30 instead of 7:15. So I walk in at 7:26 and sit at my desk and this bitch has the nerve to get on me the second she walks in 45 minutes late mind you. "What time did you get here, what have you been doing since you got here?" Like I'm sitting at my desk on the phone with a customer and she's reaming me out for a known issue when she waltzes in 45 minutes late.

By this time I'm already mad cause traffic on the 10 is horrendous and there was not 1 but 2 accidents this morning. So I go into her office and calmly explain to her I am sick, I have been sick all week and I have been here where I belong the whole time. I guess she didn't like the fact that I told her that so she decides after I go back to work to pull my personnel folder and start going through my fucking time sheet like it's a damn hit list. She then proceeds to call in 2 different managers and a trainer into her cubicle office and have them scrutinize it like it's any of their business. I then hear her say "this is horrible, I'm gonna bring this up to Mark (who happens to be the AVP of my department)" She does not look at me once or say another word to me all day.

Little does she know I had already taken it upon myself to speak with Mark since it has been an ongoing issue trying to get them to change my start time so it doesn't look like i'm 15 minutes late everyday. I'm not losing my job cause they can't make a schedule correctly. Well, about 15 minutes before she leaves today I see her walking to Mark's office with my brown folder, and I can't help but snicker to myself cause when she walks in there he is going to look at her like "you fucking idiot i know already."

Maybe next time you have an issue with someone don't try to make their performance look bad or try to get them in trouble with the higher-ups...It will only make you look stupid and vindictive in the end.

Long story I know but I had to get that off my chest or I probably would have tore her a new one tomorrow.

~S

Flawed

So I've been meaning to apply the craziness from my head onto paper for some time now, but with life getting in the way it makes it almost impossible. Let me stop here and back up a little bit, for those of you who do not know me. And as a bit of warning, when I get going I don't punctuate properly.


I am 24 years old, married for 6 years now and have an amazing 15 month old son. That's what everyone sees. Now on the inside behind closed doors, with the curtains drawn- I am fat (although I am working on deleting that one), married to a man who takes me for granted on a daily basis and doesn't think twice about it, and have an amazing 15 month old son who I hardly get to see because I work 10 hour days and when I get home it's time for him to go to sleep. I am miserable because my husband is a jerk and thinks it's alright, I feel like a horrible parent because my son crys when I get home from work and my mom leaves, Which stems back to being fat. My life is a viscous circle and the constant spinning is making me dizzy.

Each time I try to take control and slow down the speed of this damn merry-go-round I am on something happens and I lose my grip and simply because I tried to slow it down I seem to make it spin faster and more furious. One of these days I'm going to get so sick from all the spinning I am going to fall off and find myself landing in the dirt face first. Believe it or not this all has a tie in to the icon at the beginning of the post. I am flawed, we all are and the more we try to cover it the harder it gets to remember who we truly are. And I think I have gotten to the point where I am sick of just going through the motions of life. I want to be flawed (not fat mind you) and I want to be able to enjoy having those flaws and have someone enjoy me BECAUSE of those flaws not in spite of them.

Well that's enough rambling for one post. And more updates to the page will come over the weekend when I actually have time to sit for more then 5 minutes.

~S

Under Construction

I've had a blog set up but never used it, until now. Since I've got so much crap going on in my life now I figured I would finally start to write about it. Tonight however is not a good night to start blogging, so I will actually start tomorrow. I will have a page that looks somewhat reasonable and hopefully something worth reading.


Well off to play laundry queen yet again.


~S