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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

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Pork and Beans.............

Tonight when I got ready to clock out-I noticed a co-worker still sitting there waiting on her ride. Problem is, she got off 3 hours before I did. I remember it well, My Olds was down and it was like pulling teeth to get a ride. It even drove me to blogging in excess lol. Off we went to take her home. As it turns out --she lives right near my son's gf's apartment. Perfect opportunity to get the grand tour. So we did. Not bad for being in such high crime rate location. I'd feel better if all the walls were bullet proof. My co-worker is off tomorrow but I shared some contact info with her for the near future.
When I got home, I made a short pot of coffee (all out of coffee and creamer now), and searched for something to eat. It couldn't require water as I paid 90 instead of 92 on the water bill and they took the meter. They are so sweet -you know. So if I have time--I'll see about it tomorrow before work--if not- I'll just simply bring some water home with me after work and shower at one of the kids houses. No worries. I've learned not to be upset especially at a greedy city utility company. Then I heated something up right quick --it didn't quite hit the spot. Then I rediscovered pork and beans cold, straight out of the can. I tried to remember when the last time was I did that and where, and why. Then it came to me. My father taught me that--I remember him saying "Nothing like it in the world. It's what we do on fishing trips. The cowboys even do it ." I remember my mother actually getting angry, saying he was teaching me bad things lol. Then years later My ex despised this practice too. Ha ha ha. Oh yes, I love pork and beans, cold, straight out of the can. And oh yes, how I hate my ex! lol. He too, used to actually get angry over this...lmao. I don't actually like the taste---but there is just something fun about eating them. I should have taken a pic and sent it to him lol. One of these days, I will complete all these entries with the required pics lol.
The whole pork and beans thing is a great concept to live by. There is something about it that says a big F$#@ you by me eating it. There is no law against it and it's my god given right to do it although I know it bothers you lol. In fact it used to kill my ex. Anything straight out of can bothered his phony functionally drunk ass! Cared ever so much of appearances he did, yet neglected the most important things that were a reflection of his existence. I think I will mail him an empty can of pork and beans with a plastic spoon complete with lipstick marks on it. It will have a note that says "And I still look better than you"
What is wonderful is --I can do what I want and no longer have to worry about anyone bothering me about it. Let freedom ring.

Sometimes I forget that I am old. It's strange, but sometimes I think to my self "Why are all these old ugly perverts hitting on me?" But then I realise some of them are even younger than me lol. I guess its because they are so like going thru weird phases. It is so annoying. They are either lazy or trying so hard to prove they are not. They can't just live and be happy. Everytime I think I may be clicking with someone I find they are on some strange form of bad trip. Usually it's some serious hang up or psycho disorder. They are for the most part, stuck on stupid lol.

I have a real good friend who never sleeps nor does she feel anyone else should. The woman can go to bed at 4 and go to work two hours later. Not even so much as a nap afterwords. She honestly believes others should do the same. Even when she gets off work she makes many many trips to different stores. She never makes a list and trys for a loop of errands etc. Just back and forth, back and forth. She came over this morning and actually thinks there is something wrong with me that I planned out a full 8 hours sleep. I just don't get it. Maybe she is somehow afraid of sleep and what dreams will come. I'm not sure, but I do hope she learns tolerance of those of us in the world that sleep.

Speaking of which....
stay tuned........

Monday, June 27, 2005

Ongoing wish list...

I have certain wishes for myself and others..........
I wish:

Coffee drinking blogger- clarity,
Lady with blue room- a baby,
Doomy- certainty(and to be alcohol free),
Marsy- love,
Laundromat Lady- happiness,
Unwelcomed Guest- money,
Mre-good employment,
Everyone in the home-Quality of life and contentment,
Kiddos-success in all they do that is possitive and of pure intentions,

I'll add to this list but the main thing to know is,
"If you're intentions are pure, you will have what you want if you believe that it's yours for the taking" me.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

A day at the beach...........

This new photoblogger feature is so much better than Hello and the others. I couldn't wait to check it out-however , my firefox issues with blogger have not been corrected. Back to stupid IE I will go. I shall return.

I'm back with my IE.

Operation Get Tan was a complete success although it should be called get pink. I've got the even base tan I've longed for. We kept it nice and simple(stress free). I have had friends in the past that planned so much it became yet another stress to go relax. Not us. We just got a block of ice, a regular bag of ice, one cooler, 3 -2 liters, cold cuts, mustard and a beach bag with all the little things we thought were usefull. Of course the camera is always in the car along with a couple of picnic blankets. It was just my friend, who we'll call Twink, my lil one, and me. I tanned, he floated, and the lil one splashed and played. A perfect day. I can hardly wait until we do it again in 4 days. We will have a few more people with us next time, but all is well so long as they stick to our game plan we have established or hit the road lol. There is something about having some eats, some drink, the sun, and a large body of water that just cures every ailment. We stayed until the sun set on the water. What amazed me is Twink actually would have loved to stay longer. Usually I regret bringing anyone with me because they want to eat take a dip and leave in a hurry to go do nothing. Or they whine about this or that. I'm seriously thinking of going to the lake after work some night and staying until it's time to go back. I can throw a mattress in the back of the wagon and bring a clean uniform and some face for the next day.........That would be awesome so long as it was timed just so. Of course I would miss out on the best rays as I'd be heading to work right at that time.

I love this pic of the lawnmower (which reminds me I need to pick mine up from the repair shop). Nick posted it to the sapulpa area lovers group on yahoo. Mine is not as fun looking as the one in the pic lol. My lawn may not be as high if I were to own one of those.

I seen a sad sight on the way back from the lake today. The tennis courts that we played at every night were destroyed. I'm not sure if it was a storm or what. We had stopped for something to eat and decided to visit our old park and eat at the picnic table before we hit the highway again home. One of the huge lightpoles was laying flat across one of the courts--the fence was mangled--and the lil bench was standing on one end. The power to the remaining lights was cut off. The huge old tree had been sawed down so I'm assuming it too fell. It was very depressing to see our salvation in such shape. When I was with whine boy--his girls and my kids(all mine as far as I was concerned) played there every night when he was out of state. During the day we would do other fun activities--but the tennis at night was where we let off steam and vented while we slammed around the tennis balls. Usually, we would discuss the dread we felt thinking of his return. But this was our thing--our constant. We enjoyed those nights and were quite determined to make it to our matches. When he returned he would never accompany us --and resented us going. He would always try to put a damper on our tennis--coming up with any lame excuse he could. Soon after, his children escaped to live with their deceased mothers mom. It was better than to tolerate his spoiled fits of rage. At that point we knew there was no longer any reason for us to be near him either. I still talk to the girls from time to time. And there is no doubt those two little tennis courts were deemed special to all of us. I do hope they make the needed repairs. It is right behind a firestation so maybe they play there during the day. That would encourage it's restoration.

A new friend of mine went out of state recently--I'm not sure if he will even get online while he is there, but I hope he made it safely and his having a blast. Maybe he will drop me a line and let me know how he is doing..........;0)

Well, I'm winding down now after an easy day under the sun. It was just what the docter ordered, Docta Sue, that is...............

Monday, June 20, 2005

Nothing is an Accident

I wrote the best entry in my msn spaces I've written in a long time, hit publish and Bamn! Offline and lost forever. Nothing saved, no memory of it, and back button not an option because of hitting the publish button---freaking gone forever. Just thought I'd share my torment lol. However, my solution was to write a boring post sort of kind of like it, and move on. And on I go. ( Complete with cat demanding I let him claw me as I consistantly throw him off of me stating "I love you, but get the hell off me.")

Baby Angela was born on my mother's (also Angela) birthday. I wish my mother was able to appreciate this fact or even comprehend it. Maybe she does and just can't express it to us. This makes her a great grandma. My grandbaby is awesome. Welcome to the world, Angela.

I'm about to change names to cover for the guilty so here it goes. Fat Albert came to the nursing home yet again to badger and police a resident whom we will call Bella. Chew Bella, Don't look at me like that,Bella, stand up straight Bella, Bring my fat ass a magazine,Bella etc etc etc I'm about to kick me some Fat Albert ass if he doesnt lay off of Bella who is in MY care. She doesn't like him nor does she wan't him there. He thinks he is some sort of drill sargeant. She is in a nursing home---Fuck her posture, you stupid control freak bastard. He now knows I am about to throw down on his wanna be pimp styled attitude ass. He is either a pervert or an out of control obsessive compulsive wanna be but can't be social worker. Maybe both. All I know is that Bella has expressed her view on him. She, like everyone else in the entire world, hates him. The way he talks to her with no respect at all what so ever is enough to make you want to kill his loud talking rediculous ineffective nontherapeutic ass. He even wakes her up to have a bm because his untrained uneducated ass thinks she should go when he wants. Her reaction to him is negative. She tenses up, doesnt eat, and can't even shit after a visit from him. If he sat next to me policeing me while I tried to eat I would either choke to death or strangle him. If anyone walked in and didnt know anyone or anything at all while he was there---they would know "Bella". Because that is all you hear during his visits ; Bella this and Bella that over and over and OVER until it echos in your ears forever. He is so loud and annoying there is no way he is anything but a detriment to her mental health. He is completely unbearable. I had to tell him that I was not at liberty to break her confidentiality. She has a right to her privacy. Then he tried to stare me down and was quite shocked when his eyes met mine. I will fight to protect the residents in which I assist. I'm within my rights and he had better step back to within his own. If I spoke in his own language it would be "Mind your own damn business, Freak"
I don't know what his problem is --but I do know his intentions are not pure and he needs to go pester himself --quietly and far far away.

As a drove to work this Father's Day, I noticed 3 cars pulled over ---wtf? Was it done in hopes of lil babies saying "Where's my daddy?" Was this a gift for Father's Day to the cops? Perhaps it was to make sure Daddy got nothing except bond money or something? I hope they were looking for some mass murderer or something and not trying to ruin a holliday. Of course in the town that I seen this --it makes ya wonder.

I guess this is a test post as it is being written in my IE --you know the one where you can't hit select or copy for some unknown reason? My firefox has been failing miserabley with blogger.

Tuesday is my day off and I can't wait to go play with my new grandbaby. She is about all I can think of these days. 8lbs, 20 inches of pure beauty. She holds all the answers to the entire world.

Of course a day at the beach sounds good too. bbq-taking pics, tanning, swimming, ah the life!

I got booted twice since I started this post=scary.

When I returned home tonight I found my door unlocked. I'm not sure if it was my son or what but I know for sure I locked it. I don't know why, but I immediately checked all the rooms out humming the theme song to Hawaii Five O with pepper spray in my hand lol.

I had a wonderful f-ing conversation last night with a new friend whom I look forward to chatting with everyday. We have a lot in common and enough in contrast not to get bored-;0) He is kind of cute too.

Tune in tomorrow night................

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