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Yes, I've ranted about this ever since I got here, and don't get me wrong: I DO love my children, and I positively ADORE my two-year-old grandson. But it's been no secret to anyone that I have absolutely no patience with lesser brats; i.e. other people's "rug rats." Too many people spawn their obnoxious little bastards and seem to have no clue how to raise them as civilized human beings who have one iota of consideration for others. The sad thing is, our chosen vacation home (a condo complex called the "Beach Club," located in Gulf Shores, Alabama) is apparently a "family friendly" vacation spot, and is apparently affordable enough that your average white-trash bastards can vacation here as well, bringing their demon spawn right along with them. Each and every morning since we've checked in here, I've been awakened by screaming children. Unfortunately, our unit is right in front of the freaking pool, and apparently, the demon spawn love to get up early...they're splashing and screaming in the pool between 7:30 and 8:00 a.m., and this goes on until well into the afternoon! Can somebody please tell me, WHY it's necessary to scream one's miserable little ass off *constantly* while playing in the pool?? I never behaved that way as a child. For some reason, my parents managed to raise me to have a bit of consideration for others. Apparently, the parents of the demon spawn staying here seem to have no idea whatsoever that OTHER paying guests might appreciate a bit of quiet enjoyment of their vacation home(s). This is especially true when, come evening, the ADULTS seem to like to sit out by the pool with their beers and raise Hell themselves! As a result of all the noise, I've slept horribly thus far. Add to that the fact that every single joint in my body is killing me, and I am NOT a happy camper! Still, I suppose it's better to be miserable in such a beautiful place, with such warm, balmy weather, than it would be to take my misery back home in Indiana, with the chilly, wet weather we've been having there in recent weeks. What I DON'T understand is why, when they allow these nasty, noisy CHILDREN in this complex, why on Earth won't they allow pets, which, for the most part, are far less noisy, bothersome and messy? Yes, I AM missing my babies tonight, and, even though it's just past 9 p.m., I'm tired enough (due to an almost continual lack of sleep) to crash for the night. That is, if I can -- not only do the children continue to scream like nasty little banshees, but the adults are getting into the act as well, with their drunken caterwauling! And yes, I'm finally pissed off enough that I'm calling security immediately to complain! Yes, I'm a bitch but really, folks, enough is enough! Hoping that tomorrow is a better day...

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If I see one more freaking editorial about the Hobby Lobby brouhaha, I think I'm gonna scream!! I've seen DOZENS of these over the past few days! So the eff *what* if a particular employer doesn't want to pay for your freaking birth control? Who the hell is holding a gun to your head and *forcing* you to work for such a**holes?? Not all that long ago, employers weren't obligated to offer you health insurance of ANY kind! Now, some women want to squeal about being "denied" birth control?? NOBODY is denying anybody birth control! If you want it, and your employer doesn't want to offer it to you, you are still perfectly free to go out and get it, and to pay for it yourself (at least, at present you are...who knows what'll happen if the religious right-wing whackjobs get control over THIS s**t over the next few years? But that'll be a subject for a different tirade).

Honestly! What is it about this generation which is loaded with people who can't seem to understand that they AREN'T "entitled" to anything except that which they earn THROUGH THEIR OWN EFFORTS??? To hear them talk, everyone is "entitled" to food, a home, health care, etc. Newsflash for you, people...you're only "entitled" to that which you are actually capable of paying for (dependent children WOULD be the exception to this)! Some of us learned that fact an awfully long time ago -- it's called "growing up" and being an "adult." I was taught, from a very young age, that if I wanted something, I'd have to actually go out and EARN it, because NOBODY was going to just hand it to me, and I'm grateful that I was capable of learning that lesson; because it's managed to keep me fed, housed, clothed and provided with the necessities (and a few of the luxuries) of life. Bottom line: you AREN'T "entitled" to the fruits of anyone else's labors -- only your own, so put on your "big girl" panties and deal with that fact!

I'm sick to death of hearing all of these self-proclaimed "feminists" who scream about how it's "their" business what they do with their bodies (and that, in fact, is *true* -- I dare ANYBODY to try to tell me otherwise!), but then, they scream even louder about the fact that they expect SOMEBODY ELSE to pay for their abortions, their birth control, etc. That, perhaps, is one reason that certain so-called "feminists" get no respect. If you wanna talk the talk, then you'd better be prepared to walk the walk! For every action in life, there are possible consequences...i.e., if you have sex, you COULD get pregnant. Why is it that certain so-called "feminists" expect OTHER PEOPLE to pay for the potential consequences of their actions? NOBODY else (with the exception of your partner, who should be held equally responsible regarding the birth control thing) is responsible for the consequences of such actions except for YOU! Such behavior doesn't bode well for making folks consider you to be "equals," but what it DOES do is to make you sound like whiny, self-centered, "entitled" little brats!

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Would you do it? Why or why not? Honestly, I'd never thought about it, until today, when I read the first (and only) obituary of a complete stranger that ever made me cry. Why? Because the words (written by the decedent herself) were so touching, and their overall impression made me realize that one more completely awesome human being has left this Earth. Those who would like to read her obituary in its entirety may do so HERE. A blessed journey to you, Jane...and thank you for reminding all of us to enjoy the lives we've been given.

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A little common courtesy is a wonderful thing. Too bad that certain people seem to be lacking in this very desirable trait. For example, if you want somebody to act as a "reference" of any kind for you on an employment application, don't you think it would be courteous of you to ask first if that would be OK? Honestly, I would! I'd do it, if for no other reason, than to feel reasonably assured that the reference said person would give would be a good one, even if courtesy WEREN'T a priority in my life!

While I won't go into huge details regarding the person I'm irked at at the present time, said person was a former co-worker of mine at a previous place of employment. Yes, I liked this person personally, and he did good work while he was at my former place of employment. Unfortunately, he left under less than "professional" terms -- actually called in and quit, minutes before his scheduled shift was to begin, leaving us in one hell of a bind, and his attendance, while he was there was, to put it kindly, was less than stellar. Imagine my amazement when I got a call from one of his current prospective employers this morning (the dude's in the job market again -- imagine that!), asking me to talk about him -- when not a word was said to me previously that he was even THINKING about using me as an employment reference! And no, folks, I wasn't evil and DIDN'T give the person inquiring any negative info...I begged off, telling the person that I'd worked all night, was in the process of getting ready for bed (which was true), and asked for a number which I could call back at a time which was more convenient for me. Needless to say, I then programmed that number in my cell phone to go straight to my voicemail (just in case they call me again), and hopefully, I won't be bothered by these people again!

Unfortunately, I'm in one of those peevish moods this morning (in spite of the fact that I had an excellent night at work with pleasant co-workers and great food -- management fed us well last night!), and I'm still irked at said person's audacity. I made the mistake of giving a decent reference to a former co-worker once previously, and feel that I seriously risked my reputation in doing so. Said person apparently hasn't been able to hold down a job for more than a few weeks or months at a time since, without being fired! The fact that I did give THAT person a decent reference (because she WAS a good worker when I knew her and was sympathetic to the reasons she quit the job I knew her from), I feel, reflects badly upon my professional reputation, and I'd hate to go through the rest of my career thinking that my word and my recommendation is worth nothing, simply because I might have given too many good references to people who didn't deserve them! So, with that in mind, I've been VERY careful in recent years in deciding whether or not to act as a reference for ANYBODY looking for a "new" position. And, the idea that someone (even someone I liked personally and considered a "friendly" co-worker) would assume to use me as an employment reference without even asking me first, just sticks in my craw...honestly! One would think, if one wanted to use a former co-worker as an employment reference, one would want to make certain that his/her work (AND work habits!) were such that I'd WANT to recommend him/her for the position. As I said previously, I've been at this for too long and have worked too hard to have my professional judgment mean nothing -- and therefore, I WON'T be giving work references willy-nilly, even if I DO like the person in question!

This isn't the first time that I've been called out of the blue for a work reference on someone who's never discussed it with me previously, but I'm old enough and bitchy enough these days to be completely honest the NEXT time something like this happens! Grrrrrrr...and yes, this is probably much ado about nothing, really. But what can I say? I'm an old, peri-menopausal woman who's accomplished more than her usual share of bitchery in recent weeks :-(

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Heaven help me!! Maia's only been gone these past two weeks, and Yury's been on my case this past week because he wants ANOTHER puppy! Guess who'll be stuck doing the majority of the work??? You've got it -- me!! Just like the last time he had it in his head that he wanted a puppy *sigh*

Don't get me wrong...I WANT another dog -- eventually! Lucy's been having a really rough time of it since Maia's been gone. That poor baby, up until the time that Maia passed, has never, EVER been alone in her life! Even if Yury and I were away at work, she ALWAYS had Maia with her, and I see that, now she's alone for so many hours of the day, she's having "separation anxiety." The chewing on blankets, pillows, couch cushions, etc., that had been so much a part of her "puppy phase" and had been a thing of the past for the last several months, has started up again with a vengeance. While I COULD be frustrated and angry with her, I just feel sorry for her! She doesn't understand the change that's taken place in her life, and I know that her life would be so much more interesting (and probably a good bit happier, too) if she had the companionship of another dog to fill her hours while we're away from home. But my heart just isn't ready for this -- not yet! Not only do I need a bit more time to get used to Maia being gone, but the idea of "replacing" her with another dog is just abhorrent to me. Yes, the majority of my grieving is done, but my heart just isn't ready to give a puppy the kind of love and attention that he/she so rightfully deserves. Besides, our vacation is only three months away, and I don't want to have to deal with a new puppy and the associated "accidents" while we're in our vacation rental home (and liable for any damages!). Far better, in my opinion, to wait until we return from our vacation, get settled back in, and THEN look into adopting another pet!

In the meantime, I'm doing my best to alleviate Lucy's daytime loneliness by coming home for lunch to give her cuddles and hugs and a chance to play -- hey, it does much to break up MY day, too! Now, if I can only get my nut-case husband off my ass about adopting another Dobie for the next few months...he's so determined that he wants to have a "Ricky" to go with his Lucy (I guess they watched "I Love Lucy" in Russia, too!).

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Maia 12/16/1999 - 2/13/2012

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge.
There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together.
There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together...

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I am so incredibly sad today...after a long, painful discussion with my husband, we have come to an awful decision. I'll be calling the vet tomorrow to make an appointment to have my poor Maia euthanized.

I've tried to avoid this situation in every way I can think of, to no avail. Several weeks ago, we noticed a change in Maia's behavior, along with a significant change in her sleep patterns. She's always been an extraordinarily well-behaved dog, as well as a very well-trained one. She's been so completely well housebroken that, on occasion, if she had to pee in the middle of the night, she'd come up to us in bed, stick her nose in our faces, and very softly "woof" at us until one of us got up to take her out -- after which, she'd come back to bed with us and sleep through the night. In recent weeks, her behavior during the night has become intolerable, though. She's been waking us up every hour upon the hour, wanting to be let out. Sometimes, we'd take her out, and she'd do NOTHING except sniff at the ground...initially, I thought that this behavior might be the start of some "doggy dementia," and that this was why her sleep patterns were so mixed up. However, her urinary frequency, even during the daytime, seemed to really increase, which led me to believe that perhaps her issues had a medical cause (a urinary tract infection, maybe?), which was further confirmed when I saw blood in the snow after she had peed. So, I took her to the vet, had her urine analyzed (which DID show a slight infection), had her placed on antibiotics, with high hopes that the situation would soon be resolved.

Unfortunately, the solution wasn't so simple. Her antibiotic therapy was completed, and nothing changed as a result, except that the antibiotics had side effects that made her (and us) even more miserable -- like frequent diarrhea! And, because Maia is such a long-haired dog, I spent a total of several hours on many separate occasions, cleaning her bottom from all the poo before allowing her back into the house to sit on the furniture. Between the irritation the diarrhea was causing to her bottom, and the further irritation caused by the constant cleaning, her bottom became sore enough that she actually BIT me during one of the occasions I was cleaning her up -- just a warning bite, to be sure. Maia is part wolf, after all, and she has huge, still healthy teeth, even though she IS twelve years old! If she had WANTED to hurt me, she surely could have done so...but the bite didn't even break my skin. Still, she was letting me know, in her way, that she was being made miserable. Her urinary frequency is just as bad as it had been, she's continuing to wake us up constantly during the night, and Yury and I have taken to sniping at each other because we're both so irritable from the continual sleep deprivation. We can't even seem to respond to her requests to go outdoors fast enough -- by the time we wake up, put on clothes and shoes, the majority of the time, she's already had an "accident" outside the bedroom door.

It's further obvious to me that she's not even comfortable after she's had the chance to relieve herself...all she seems to want to do is to lie down in bed, and when lying down, lays her poor old body down ever so gingerly. Sure, I could take her BACK to the vet and run her through all kinds of expensive testing to get to the bottom of this problem, but to what end?? At 12 years of age, she's already at the end of her expected lifespan. All I'd be managing to do would be to put off the sad, inevitable day a few weeks or months longer. And, if she has a tumor in her bladder (as I'm now beginning to suspect), there's no way I'd put her through surgery, chemo, etc. at her advanced age!

So, very soon, I'll be making the trip with Maia to the vet for the very last time...I've spent the majority of today bawling, and I can't even begin to imagine what my life will be like without her -- she's been such a significant part of it for so many years! I know that EVERY pet owner who's ever loved an animal has experienced this, so my current problem is certainly not exceptional, nor will it make any huge difference in the big scheme of things. But I'm so, so sad, in the anticipation of my upcoming loss...all I can do now is to spend as much "quality" time with her as I possibly can, until it's time for Maia to make her trip (probably tomorrow) across that "Rainbow Bridge."

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Now, I've seen everything! In the most cowardly move imaginable, the Susan G. Komen Foundation has joined the Republican witch hunt and has cut the funding which they had been giving to Planned Parenthood to pay for life-saving breast cancer screenings for low-income women who otherwise would not be able to afford them. The link below is to a video made by a breast cancer victim who, like me, is outraged by their decision. I strongly encourage you to view the video, because this brave lady says it far better than I ever could:

What Breast Cancer Is, And Is Not

The funniest thing about all this is the following: that all of those brain-dead fascists who equate the breast-health services offered by Planned Parenthood with abortion are the best argument I can possibly think of for keeping abortion legal...Heaven knows, we don't need any more of those people!

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Describe the best day you’ve ever had. What made it so good?
The most perfect day I ever had was more than 12 years ago. My kids were still at home, and I took a short four-day vacation with them to Canada. We spent one night in a lovely little town called Niagara-on-the-Lake, and the remainder of our trip in Niagara Falls. On the last day of our trip, I remember spending time with my girls at the marine exhibit by the river, where Melanie was "kissed" by an orca, spending time at the falls, and watching fireworks with my girls later that night over the falls from our hotel room. That was, without a doubt, one of the most "perfect" days I've ever had. Both of my girls are grown and gone now, but I still have the pictures from that trip, and some really great memories...

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Yes, I AM one seriously lazy bitch! I've avoided posting here for ages because things have been so crazy. Do I care??? Not much...those of you who are my friends on Facebook can check out the most recent pictures of my puppy, who has hogged up almost ALL of my non-work time in recent weeks. Except for trying to train and housebreak her, for the past couple of months, there hasn't been much of anything else going on in my life. She is one seriously uber-cute puppy, though.

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Some animal rights activists are fighting to replace the term 'owner' with 'guardian' to convey a more balanced relationship between a person and her or his pet. Do you agree or disagree with the importance of this mission?
Quite frankly, I think it's just a bunch of PC bullshit, if you don't mind my saying so. I mean, really...does your pet REALLY care how you refer to him/her?? Chances are excellent that he/she only cares about how you TREAT him/her. And if you really want to know what I think, I believe that my Maia thinks that she is MY 'owner,' rather than the reverse. What does it matter, really? We belong to each other, and we both know that!

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Again, another story of another unwanted, unfortunate person dying alone. This, from my local newspaper, and it's just too sad for additional words Click here to read *sigh* There, but for the grace of God, and the kindness of our loved ones, go any one of us. And that's *my* thought for the day...

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I am such a silly, sentimental old bitch -- I've spent the past hour and a half crying in front of my TV, watching the New Year ring in from Times Square as always. WHY was I crying, one might ask??? Normally, the New Year holiday is one of optimism, happiness, etc. Unfortunately, the way things are going economically and otherwise in our country, there's no real reason for optimism...so all I was left with was the sight of poor old Dick Clark, disabled as he has been from the stroke he suffered, slurring his words and trying his best to ring in the New Year, as he had always done so ably in the past -- and yes, it made me sad, to the point of tears. As my husband and I raised our glasses of champagne, I was actually sobbing, remembering the happiness and optimism of past New Year holidays, and grieving because no such optimism seems to be visible for our nation in the reasonably near future. Add to that the fact that we're ALL getting older, and the fact that it's ALL downhill from here, as poor Dick Clark so ably managed to illustrate for all of us, and is it any wonder that I'm so freaking depressed right now??!!?? So, yeah, happy New Year, for those of you who feel any reason to celebrate. As for me, I just want to crawl into my freaking bed and die already :( :( :(

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WTF??!!?? The holiday season isn't even over with, and it looks as though a disaster is at hand. My poor brother! For the past few years, he's been a lonely bachelor, living in a huge 5-bedroom house, with only his trusty 3-year old doggy, Cheyenne, for company. And wouldn't you know...now, his poor doggy is fighting for her very life **sigh** I spent Saturday night at my brother's house, along with my daughter, Melanie and her fiance, Josh, and Cheyenne seemed to be just fine. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be in excellent shape on Sunday morning, when I took her out to pee just before I left for home. Unfortunately, somewhere over the course of the weekend, she ingested some kind of toxin (the vet isn't sure what has got her so sick yet, he's only convinced that it's some kind of toxic reaction), and now, her life is hanging in the balance. She's at the veterinary hospital as we speak, being pumped full of IV fluids, etc., and, at the moment, is completely unresponsive. The vet doesn't think it'll turn out well at all, and even offered my brother the opportunity to have his poor poochie put down tonight...but Al wants to give her every possible chance to get through this, so, at the moment, he's breaking his bank account and pulling out all the stops in hopes of keeping his "baby girl" alive. Heaven only knows how all of this will turn out, but if anyone has a thought or two to spare for my brother's poor puppy, I'd appreciate any good wishes, thoughts or prayers sent her way. She is truly one seriously awesome dog, and I honestly don't know WHAT my poor brother would do without his girl! Thanks for any positive thoughts you might have the time to send her way...

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Yes, I DO have vacation on the brain...maybe because I'm still reasonably fresh from my last one, and maybe also because I've had such a rude re-introduction to life on the job (i.e., being called in on Sunday, after having worked six days straight, because of a no-show nurse). In any case, my mind is longingly looking toward my vacation in May. But WILL we go to Corpus Christi, as previously planned?? That depends...the vacation home we rented last year (and loved so much) is currently on the market. One might hope, with the real estate market being what it is, it'll STILL be in its owners' hands by next May and available for us to rent...but the owner isn't willing to commit to a rental contract until a good three months before the fact. Which puts me in a bit of a bind...if the place is sold by then, I'll have only a very short time in which to reserve an alternate vacation home, and, by then, the choicest places will have been booked, in any case! So -- I can wait and see (and hope) that my chosen vacation home will be available during the dates requested, search for an alternate place in Corpus and book it, or scrap the Corpus plan altogether, given Yury's most recent comments, i.e., he's more worried at the moment about unscrupulous small-town sheriffs shaking us down for cash on the freeway than he is about dealing with the TSA and crossing international borders. Of course, this change in his thinking could last for an instant, but it has me thinking of things I haven't dared to think about in years...could it be possible to GET his crazy, paranoid Russian ass on an airplane and actually head outside the USA for the first time in more than ten years??!!?? I'm thinking Caribbean vacation here...maybe Cozumel, Jamaica, Puerto Rico, the British Virgin Islands, or maybe (dare I even think it??) Saint Lucia! Hell, I'd be happy to get on a plane and fly to the West Coast (i.e., San Diego, Monterey, Big Sur, etc.), or possibly even Hawaii! Lord knows, I'm NOT picky at this point! Even getting in the car and crossing the Canadian border would be a real "adventure" for me right now, since it's been so long since I've done so! Who knows what will develop within the next few months?? There's part of me that'll be really disappointed, though, if the Corpus vacation DOESN'T take place as planned. What can I say? There's something reassuring in heading off to a familiar place, where one has friends, and where one knows that whatever "necessities" one might want at the moment are so easily accessible! If we travel outside the USA, that won't be possible...we'll be in a strange (although exotic) place, where we won't have the "space" we've become used to, we'll be cramped in a hotel room, and, unless we manage to book a place in an all-inclusive resort, will have to figure frequent restaurant visits into our vacation budget, as well! What to do??!!?? There's part of me that just wants to say "fuck it" to our previous, much-loved vacation home, and book something else, while the selection of places is still fairly good for the dates we've selected...and yet, the idea of actually being able to go someplace new is quite beguiling. If it were you, what would YOU do???!!???

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FINALLY!!! A detour on I-40 cost us a couple of hours due to a rockslide. Although we left early (we were on the road by 7:30 a.m.), we didn't make it here until after dark -- how sad! I was really hoping to catch an awesome Tybee sunset tonight **sigh**. Otherwise, though, I am SO incredibly happy to be comfortably ensconced in my "home away from home." My goodness, how different the weather is here!! Yes, it was raining all the way down here (no big deal for me, it's been raining at home almost nonstop for the past couple of weeks!), but what was REALLY surprising to me is how incredibly warm and steamy it is outside (even now, and it's almost 11 p.m.!). It's been so cold at home these past couple of weeks...how nice it was to actually be able to sit outdoors on our deck, clad only in a flimsy cotton nightie, and to feel perfectly comfortable while doing so! I haven't been able to go outdoors at home these past couple of weeks without having to wear long pants and a hoodie...but it appears that by heading south, we've managed to grab two additional weeks of summer that we wouldn't have had otherwise. Best of all, the peak tourist season is over and done with, so there won't be incredible crowds at the places where we most like to hang out here!

Not much else going on here. Am hoping that tomorrow's weather will be a bit better, since I have high hopes of strolling through Savannah's incredibly beautiful historic district tomorrow morning. Those of you who know my daughter, Megan, are probably already aware of HER good news. But, for those of my friends who don't have this info yet, my Megan is once again deserving of congratulations! Today, she accepted a position as a research associate for a psychology study at the University of Michigan, her alma mater. Yes, she WILL end up having to take a pay cut, and yes, the position is only for two years, BUT...she'll be doing the kind of work she's always wanted to do, and will secure herself a number of references for graduate school, as well as a number of "connections" that she otherwise would not have had. Best of all, she'll be living the kind of "academic life" which she learned to love during her years at the University, and I'm happy that she'll be able to return to the lifestyle which she loves so much. Many congrats, Megan! I've told you before, and undoubtedly, you've been told this often enough to make you sick, but your Mom is SO incredibly proud of you!!! You are fast on your way to becoming everything I ever wanted to be, but never could...and I'm grateful that I'm at least able to experience these incredible accomplishments vicariously through you.

That's all for tonight...I'm completely wiped out and ready to go to bed. Enjoy what's left of your night. I'm off to get a few zzzzz's so I'll be able to enjoy tomorrow. Goodnight, all!

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Yes, we're on the road again...and I can't WAIT for the "road trip" to be over, because Yury, as usual, has got me freaking bonkers from being confined in a car with him all day long! I can't wait to get where we're going, where I can lose my "backseat driver" for a few minutes at a time here and there. Otherwise, things have gone well today. The weather was cold but sunny throughout the first part of our trip, but once we managed to go south a few hundred miles, it's no longer cold! It was in the high 60's when we finally pulled in for the night to our hotel in Caryville, TN. Wouldn't you know, though...as well as I thought I had accomplished my packing, I forgot ONE LITTLE THING -- i.e., the cable which connects my digital camera to my laptop. Soooo...y'all will have to wait for DECENT pics until after I get home! For the moment, the only thing I can post here are pics taken with my cell phone camera, which isn't nearly as good. Anyway, here's the view I saw from my hotel room balcony this evening before it got too freaking dark to see anything...



And that's all I have the energy to post tonight. Tomorrow night, IF I still have any energy after unpacking everything, settling into our condo and cooking supper, I might post a sunset view from our deck...sunsets on Tybee Island are ALWAYS glorious! Enjoy what's left of your night.

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I had a rather unexpected "visitor" at my door this evening...a young woman, with an infant carrier in hand, standing on my front porch and ringing the bell. Supposedly, her car "ran out of gas" just up the road, and also, again supposedly, her cell phone battery was dead. She wanted to know if I'd let her in to use my telephone. Well, there was no way that I was actually going to let her in -- my husband was, at that moment, showering upstairs, and, paranoid as he is, would have gone ballistic if I'd have let a stranger into our home. Further, my own sense of paranoia kicked in just a bit...as many home invasions as have occurred within a few mile radius of my house in recent months, I was in no mood to allow a stranger into my home to check things out. So -- I told a little white lie...oh, Hell, I told her a great BIG lie, and said that we haven't had a "land line" in our home in years!. However, I felt really bad about it, some minutes later, and set out to find this lady with the non-functioning car and similarly non-functioning cell phone, intending to let her use MY cell phone for as long as it would take her to call whoever she needed to come help her. Just in case, though, I took my my Maia with me, for security's sake. Imagine my surprise when I came out into the yard and started walking up the street, and saw this wench chit-chatting into the cell phone that supposedly had the "dead battery." That was all I really needed to fuel my original suspicions that this little wench was up to no good -- I mean, really, what kind of "responsible" mother would leave home with a baby in tow, not enough gas in the car to get herself to the nearest gas station, and a non-functioning cell phone on top of it all? As I passed her, I called out, "I came here to offer to let you use my cell phone, but I'm happy to see that you've got yours working now," and went back into the house.

Maybe I'm just being a suspicious, paranoid old bitch...but maybe not. In any case, if this wench WAS "casing" my home for her friends in order to see what kind of valuables we might have inside, she was disappointed. And, happily for me, she ALSO managed to take back some information with her: i.e., I have a big, NOISY doggy who happens to get a bit of an attitude when somebody who doesn't belong here shows up. So, if she was, in fact, up to no good, hopefully, she'll be able to tell her buddies that we aren't a particularly good choice for a home invasion. And if she WAS, in fact, having *real* problems with her car/cell phone/whatever, I hope that at least I managed to partially redeem myself, AND my original suspicious attitude, by going out to make certain that she WOULD be able to contact someone who could help her. It's a shame, though...there WAS a time when I wouldn't have thought twice about asking her inside, not only to use the phone, but to sit in comfort while she waited for someone to come help with her car. Unfortunately, with the crime rate escalating the way it is around here, one can't be too careful :(

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Because I feel like shit, and BECAUSE I CAN!!! In the past month or so, I've had two encounters with the State of Indiana...what fun! A little more than a month ago, as I've already told my faithful readers, I applied for a gun permit. Never mind the fact that I DIDN'T need a permit in order to purchase the damned gun -- but, if I want to be able to practice enough at the firing range in order to be able to use the thing halfway safely, I DID need a permit to transport the thing to and from the firing range. Go figure...wouldn't it have made a whole lot MORE sense to have to get a permit to BUY the fucking thing in the first place??? Ah, well, that's Indiana for you. As much as I hate to admit it, we DO seem to be a state of fucking rednecks!

Anyway, although the gun store I purchased the damned thing from sold it to me after doing a computer check that took less than ten minutes, I found, after purchasing it, that I'd need a gun permit to take the damned thing anyplace where I could legally fire the thing. And then, I was informed of this in the vaguest of terms: the dude at the gun store said that yes, I would "technically" need a permit to transport the thing, but that many people just kept their guns and ammunition separate, and transported it with no problem, even WITHOUT the permit! Ummmmmm...yeah, I suppose so, but what happens if you get stopped by the cops in the meantime??!!?? I suppose that's where the "technically" part of the story fits in. You can well imagine, as paranoid as my husband is (and as skittish about guns as I am), that there's no WAY I would ever even CONSIDER transporting that gun ANYWHERE without a legal permit to do so! So yes, I DID file for that permit shortly after purchasing the gun. It was a pain in the ass to do so, too, since our County Sheriff's department only accepts gun permit applications on Wednesdays, and, wouldn't you know, THOSE were the odd weeks in which I was scheduled to work in the middle of the week! So a couple more weeks went by...when I FINALLY showed up to apply for my permit (at the County Jail Records Department, no less), I had to jump through all kinds of hoops just to get IN there -- i.e., not only state my business to the person at the desk, but to get searched in the process -- but, once I WAS there, not only did I have to sign for a criminal background check and give them a full set of fingerprints, but had to pay them a non-refundable fee of 125 USD...$50 for the application fee, and $75 for the permit fee, which, as I stated, would NOT have been returned to me if they decided not to give me the permit after all! No, I didn't like that, not at all...

In the meantime, since it was getting close to my nursing license expiration date (all RN licenses in Indiana expire on the 31st of October during odd years), I also had to renew my Indiana RN license. THAT cost me 50 USD, even though the State of Indiana no longer issues new pocket cards with license renewals. They no longer put expiration dates on nursing licenses...we're supposed to renew them every other year, and our employers can check online to make certain that we've done so. What fun!! Of course, if you manage to lose your license, or if it becomes damaged (as mine did), you have the privilege of paying 10 USD for a duplicate. Unfortunately, I had to do so this year, because I'm in the process of changing jobs, and, even though my new employer was able to verify my license online, they STILL want a copy of the license that I managed to damage through carelessness about a year ago. SO...not only did I have to pony up the 50 USD for my license renewal, but I had to pay another 10 USD for a new pocket card so that my new employer could copy the damned thing! What fun! So, in the past month, I've laid out a total of 185 USD to get my duplicate pocket card (for my RN license) and my gun permit. For Heaven's sake, my DRIVER's license didn't cost nearly as much as EITHER of these, and it was made from far more durable materials!!! My nursing "pocket card," as always, is made from heavy paper, yes, but it's STILL just paper...if you expect to carry the damned thing in your wallet, and especially, since they're no longer sending out new cards with each license renewal, as they used to do, you'd best get the damned thing laminated, if you expect it to last more than a few months...even worse with the goddamned gun permit! That thing was printed, in the upper right-hand corner, of the letter which they sent me, granting me the permit. I was instructed to cut along the dotted lines, and STRONGLY encouraged to have the damned thing laminated! Well, I guess so, especially since it's made of flimsy pink paper, and they're planning to charge me another 20 USD if the thing gets lost or damaged! I ended up getting BOTH of my flimsy, expensive licenses/permits laminated today, so perhaps, they'll last awhile! Hey, I certainly understand and sympathize with the greenie ideas to save the freaking trees, but this crap is more than a bit ridiculous!

What's even more amusing about all of this is the letter I received with my handgun license. It states, and I quote, "However, such lifetime licenses (as I received) are automatically revoked if the license holder does not remain a proper person." WTF???? What the Hell, I might ask, is a "proper person?" Unfortunately, the letter with my handgun license did not say -- I suppose, perhaps, it means that the ISP (Indiana State Police) can revoke my handgun license whenever it suits them to do so. Ah, well...as much as all the rigamarole aggravated the living shit right out of me, the idea of NOT being able to keep my gun doesn't bother me all that much -- I didn't want the damned thing, anyway!!! But at least my husband is happy, for the moment...not only do I HAVE the gun for "self protection" that he demanded I get, but I've got the permit to actually allow me to practice with the thing now! I'm glad that SOMEBODY'S happy...

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What fun!! More than a month ago, I found a notice on my door from Indiana Michigan Power Company, notifying us of the electric company's intention to have a local contractor trim trees in our neighborhood to protect the power lines. Never mind the fact that we're living in the 21st century...cable lines can be laid underground, but apparently, that's not going to be happening with power lines at any time in the reasonably near future around here! Anyway, the "tree nazis" showed up at my house today, and yes, I WAS dreading their visit, after seeing the damage done to the trees on many of my neighbors' properties. The bastards all but cut TWO of my beautiful maple trees in half...it would have been far better for them to have cut them down completely, than to have left them in the condition in which they're in now. GRRRRRRR!!! I suppose that I shouldn't complain, really, when I see the damage that they've done to the property of our neighbor across the street...at least they didn't DUMP all of their refuse from their wood chipper in OUR yard, as they did to our neighbor! That poor man has got at least ten years' worth of mulch sitting in a pile in his yard, along with the remains of a beautiful tree which they have decimated. Oh, yes -- I almost forgot to add -- the bastards, when they gave us notice of their intentions to fuck with our trees, also notified us that they'd be leaving the wood behind "for our use." But what I believe they REALLY meant by that was the following: "we're going to make a huge fucking mess in your yard, and it's up to YOU to clean up after us." To show you a bit of the carnage that's been going on throughout our neighborhood, here's a few pics:


Here's the mess left in the yard of my previously mentioned neighbor. The huge pile of mulch left behind can be seen to the right.


And here are the bastards in the process of decimating one of our maple trees...


This poor tree, which has almost been cut in half, stands just outside our bedroom window.


And another shot of our poor, destroyed tree...

What can I say??!!?? As pissed off as I am about all the carnage performed, I suppose that I SHOULD be grateful that they didn't choose to dump all their woodchip refuse in MY yard, yes? But I'm still beyond angry about all of this. It's bad enough that our property values have plummeted because of our piss-poor economy...and it appears that the electric company, along with their "tree nazi" contractors, has decided to devalue our property even further, by leaving deformed and disfigured trees all over our subdivision's respective properties. I suppose that it's a damn good thing that we had no intention of trying to SELL our property in the near future!

Not much else going on, here, except for the fact that I've been working on tending to all the details associated with my upcoming job change, i.e., going to my new facility and signing the paperwork to authorize my criminal background and reference checks, doing my obligatory drug testing, getting my PPD done, letting them make copies of my driver's license, nursing license, CPR and ACLS certifications, etc., etc. On Wednesday morning, I have to get my PPD read and then it's on to the occupational health clinic here in town to get my pre-employment physical done. After that, the preliminary bullshit should be finished, and then all I'll have to do is to finish working out my notice for my current employer. And, after last weekend, it's 3 12-hour shifts down, with four more to go!! And yes, I AM counting down! Now that the decision has finally been made, I can't get on with the rest of my life fast enough to suit me...

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WTF??? Not only does the hateful little bitch commit an act of unimaginable cruelty, but she sees fit to make such flippant remarks about it following her plea bargain??!!?? Such a person will undoubtedly go on to commit further acts of cruelty, perhaps next time, against a child! It's too bad that the punishment can't fit the crime in cases like these...I'd personally like to shove that little monster into a hot oven myself, and I wouldn't lose one minute's sleep over it. Such people are nothing but a blight on society, and the fewer of them around, the better! For those of you who wonder what the Hell it is I'm ranting about this time, you can read the story HERE.

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Well, I did a bit more practicing with my Bare Minerals collection today (or, should I say, yesterday, since it's past midnight already?) while getting ready for work, and, while I STILL am not sure that I've totally got the hang of it, my results were very, very nice! I was halfway looking forward to going to work, for a change, if for no other reason than for the satisfaction of shocking my co-workers -- I hardly EVER wear makeup to work, as a general rule. And why should I?? It's not like MY unit is ever overrun with hot Docs, one of whom I might consider making a "boy toy" out of...WTF? The supply of "hot Docs" in my hospital is SO low that, should one EVER show up on my unit, it's likely that the nurses will be talking about it for WEEKS! And, quite frankly, the patients on my unit, as a general rule, are SO sick that none of THEM are likely to care if my face is painted up prettily, either! No...my general tendency is to sleep as long as I possibly can before my shift starts, grab a quick bite to eat, hop in the shower, put on my scrubs, and head on over to work. Obviously, my co-workers would have been REALLY surprised to see me tonight (last night) with my hair fixed up prettily, and with a nearly-perfect makeup job on top of it all! Unfortunately, it was not to be...our hospital census was SO low I was MTO'd (that's "mandatory time off," for those of you who DON'T work with me!) for the first four hours of my shift. And, when the day shift charge nurse called me with that news, she also asked if I wanted to volunteer to VEX (voluntary excused absence) for the rest of the shift. My first thought on that was to say "no"...after all, I DID VEX yesterday, and, with being off for the entire twelve hours tonight, it would make for a completely teensy paycheck for me next week! However, I had to take into consideration that if I DIDN'T volunteer to VEX, I'd more than likely be floated off to another unit at 11 p.m. so that somebody ELSE could VEX, instead! That was a highly likely scenario, in my opinion, since it's been awhile since I was forced to float anywhere. With that (and with the fact that I have money in the bank, as well as a husband who makes more money than I do!) in mind, I decided to go ahead and volunteer to VEX (for the THIRD time in this pay period!). What the Hell?? So, I had an unplanned additional evening at home with my husband (who was VERY happy that I stayed home!) instead of going to work. So, the "makeup job" will have to be repeated tomorrow. I was SO pleased with the results, it's entirely possible that I may end up putting the stuff on on a regular basis. If I continue to have such nice results with the Bare Minerals foundation, it's entirely possible that I'll scrap my Estee Lauder collection entirely, and stock up on the Bare Minerals collection of rouge, eye color, lip color, and skin care, as well! We'll see...

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I've always worn a very minimal amount of makeup...as I've always said, a woman who has good skin doesn't need to wear makeup, anyway, and I've always prided myself on my beautiful (if I do say so myself) skin. Over the years, I've pampered it shamelessly, using the very best skin refinishers and moisturizers that I could possibly afford to get my hands on, with good results so far. I've made it a point to wear "full face" makeup on special occasions only, but in recent months, I've noticed that my "beautiful" skin needs a bit more help than it's ever needed before. That's not surprising, when you think about it...after all, I'm just a little more than two years short of my 50th birthday! I suppose that one could say that these fine lines and dark circles which I've never had before are to be expected, but they certainly don't make ME happy! I don't FEEL old (at least, most of the time, I don't!), and it aggravates the Hell out of me that anymore, I feel as though I look like somebody's Grandma unless, of course, I treat myself to a "full face" makeup job before I leave the house! Grrrrrr!

Anyway, speaking of makeup, I've recently decided to switch brands. Up to this point, I've used Estee Lauder cosmetics exclusively (with fabulous results), but I've heard from friends (and yes, been swayed by the television advertising, too) that the Bare Minerals brand is better for one's skin, and that it covers absolutely ANYTHING that one could possibly want covered. Sure, this stuff is expensive, but not quite as expensive as the previous brand I'd been using; so last week, I went ahead and ordered a Bare Minerals starter kit (containing foundations, concealer, and their so-called "Mineral Veil"), and prided myself on saving a few $$$. I received the shipment yesterday, and today, spent a good deal of time playing with the stuff. Unfortunately, I must say that I'm highly disappointed thus far. I'm no stranger to applying foundation with a brush (I've always done so, even with liquid foundation), but this powder foundation managed to find its way into every single teensy-weensy line and crevice that I HAVE on my face, and even into lines I didn't KNOW that I had, and, rather than covering anything up, served only to ACCENTUATE them! What can I say??!!?? I washed my face immediately, re-applied my eye cream and moisturizer, and spent the rest of my day bare-faced and disappointed. I'm especially irked that I wasted almost 80 bucks on this crap. Again, grrrrrrr!

I'm holding out high hopes that today's bad results came from nothing more than a lack of experience and practice using this product -- I've never used a powder foundation before, and I'm hoping that tomorrow, if I give my skin a good hour or two to completely absorb my moisturizers, etc. BEFORE I try to apply this stuff again, my results might be somewhat better. But I'd be highly grateful to hear from anybody else who uses the Bare Minerals products -- perhaps there might be a few tips that you could share with me on using this stuff??!?? Any tips on using this makeup would be HIGHLY appreciated! I'd love to find a way to use this stuff AND to get the fabulous results promised by the manufacturer! If I can't do this fairly soon, I'll need to remove myself from the Bare Minerals "club" before they send me another shipment (it appears that they AUTOMATICALLY send their members regular shipments off this stuff!). Thanks in advance for ANY help you might be able to give...

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WELL! I won't say that things with my DSL line are perfect at the moment -- I THOUGHT that they were, and for awhile, I was actually doing a little "happy dance" in honor of the situation -- but that particular state lasted only a few hours...believe it or not, I spent almost $150 for today's tech visit and a new DSL modem, and thought my connection WAS fixed! The tech who showed up couldn't find anything wrong with either my phone line OR my DSL connection, but observed that my DSL modem was old, and that he "didn't see too many of those still in use." So, what could I do? That modem WAS at least five years old, after all, and he had a new model that would not only perform the duties of a regular DSL modem, but could function as my wireless router, as well, for only $75. Whatta deal, I thought! I got rid of my old modem and router today, and got a new high-tech model that should be able to perform BOTH jobs for me now. And yes, I DID have to pay an additional 60 bucks for the service call, but figured that these reasonably small expenditures were worth keeping a high-speed internet system that actually works up and running. And it DID function, without any difficulty at all, until about an hour ago...when once again, my connection started going in and out, in and out...grrrrrrr! At least, it's not doing it every freaking three or four minutes like it was doing LAST night! Because of THAT situation, I spent almost two freaking hours downloading Yury's "usual" podcasts to his iPod last night. But it's still doing it often enough to aggravate me, and to make me believe that I WASTED the money I spent on my so-called "service call" today, and I am REALLY pissed off about that! Be assured that I will be calling A T & T just as soon as I wake up in the a.m. to express my displeasure about the situation...

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At first, I thought that the disciplinary action against this teller was unnecessarily harsh, especially in these hard economic times -- I mean, really, to lose one's job for PREVENTING a bank robbery??!!?? What kind of crap is that? But, the more I think about it, the more I think that the powers-that-be were right...what if the robber had been armed, and a customer or a co-worker had been killed while this guy was playing "hero?" Further, WTF was he thinking, anyway? The few bank tellers I know are far too poorly paid to even consider risking their own lives in order to prevent a bank robbery...banks are insured, after all, and aren't likely to reward a teller's heroics by providing for his family if he manages to get killed while saving their money. Go figure **huge eyeroll**

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