Maryna Chaotica

Decided to unpack the fourth bookcase, bring the pieces into the house and warm up so I could put it together.  Got down to the bottom of the box,to where the side walls of the case were stored...only to find BOTH side walls were cracked to the point they wouldn't support a damn thing. 

Now I have to repack the blasted thing.  Tape it all up and....get this, put it INTO my PT Cruiser and take it up to WalMart in Harrisonville.   Fedex won't accept return packages.

How the hell am I going to wrestle a 71 inch long box into a PT Cruiser!!!?!!!  Especially with my messed up back!

Let us pray the customer service person isn't snippy...the mood I am currently in means their head could easily wind up on a pike in my front yard...ala Viking style.

(blue eyes now glowing red in anger)

Still touching no matter how often it is read

( Faith )

You have just been hit with an cyber snow ball!

It's the start of.....Snow Ball Fight 2009!

One rule to this game....You can NOT hit someone who has already hit you!

Now...go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you! I got you first! and you can't get me back!

Nanee - Nanee - Nanee! (hehe)

Heck one year we even got the Pope involved in the snowball fight!
Really was awesome to hear how global the cyber snowball fight became!

Too good to not pass along.

( Laws )

Huh...what I thought was an odd dream last night turns out to be a bit of astral traveling WITH McGyver! In the "dream" we were in a town/city up on the square and McGyver started playing with a wee little light tan Chihuahua. He seemed to think it was a baby, so was treating it very gently with a paternal type attitude towards it. I started describing the setting to Cousin Teresa, in Williamsburg Virginia...and she wondered if maybe it was Merchants Square.

So...out of curiosity, I went to find some online photos of Merchants Square. THAT'S THE PLACE! In fact I recognized one of the buildings, and Teresa claims it's not too far from where she lives.

How 'bout that...McGyver and I went to see Williamsburg last night! The only other time one of my furred companions astraled with me, would have been Salem many many years ago. I forget what it was about, but it seemed imperative the cat and I got to a certain "safe house" up on the astral planes in order to check on someone's welfare. Now my doglet is traveling with me....wonder if this means we will be physically visiting Williamsburg, Virginia and he'll recognize this little dog he was playing with?

*blink blink* That question implies I actually have money to do so. As of this moment...*snort*...HOWEVER I do have some items in my home that I feel would make excellent Yule gifts...now to find the money to ship them.

*teehee* For those of you who know me and my sense of humor, you will understand I could NOT resist sharing this joke a friend sent me.

2009's First Christmas Joke

Three men died on Christmas Eve and were met by Saint Peter at the pearly gates.

'In honor of this holy season' Saint Peter said,  'You must each possess something that symbolizes Christmas to get into heaven.'

The man  from Nova Scotia fumbled through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He flicked it on. 'It represents a candle', he said.

'You may pass through the pearly gates' Saint Peter said.

The man from Saskatchewan reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys. He shook them and said, 'They're bells.'

Saint Peter said 'You may pass through the pearly gates'.

The Newfoundlander  started searching desperately through his pockets and finally pulled out a pair of women's panties.

St. Peter looked at the man with a raised eyebrow and asked, 'And just what do those symbolize?'

The Newfie  replied, 'These are Carols.'

And So The Christmas Season Begins......

I said it before, and I'll say it again....I married into the most dysfunctional clan on the planet!!!

After today I've discovered a whole new level to their dysfunction!

It's my niece in law that is making me crazy at the moment.   I spent the day with Patsy, Gerry's sister...and I noted with great alarm how physically ill she appeared, plus very obvious signs of dementia.   The poor woman has a LOT of health problems:  bad heart,high blood pressure, asthma, diabetes, ONE kidney and a few months back was diagnosed with colon cancer.   Patsy was really out of firm touch today, so I called her daughter a little while ago to let her know what I observed.    My jaw about hit the floor when the gal snappily replied "Well she brings it on herself with that mouth and attitude.   And I'm not going to discuss my mother with you, you don't know the full story...but I'll check on her in a few days."

EXCUSE ME!?  I've been around Patsy for nearly 30 years!  I know their family history, as much as they know at least...and they're all like the niece in law.

Within MY family jungle... if someone calls expressing concern over a family member, we jump in our cars and get there..or start making phone calls to the rest of the family to round up someone that may be physically closer to their location.   We don't discount the phone call, or denigrate the concerned family member!  

However, with the Bramble clan...it's all for themselves and the hell with the rest of the crew.   They don't care about family history, or anything else that is, or should be, important to family. Makes me wonder if the rest of their tree is the same way?

ARRRGH!

Happy Birthday gangrel_pri !!!!!!!

Lots and lots of birfday huggles and well wishes.

After getting my first cup of coffee for the day, trust me you don't want to be near me until then, I check with weather.com to see if anything may be heading this way that would change my schedule for the day. After that I check earthquake.gov, to make sure family & friends flung far and wide are alright. Then I'll download my email while checking schedule, rearranging it or laying out the schoolwork to be done that day. Do a quick scan of the email for anything that needs a prompt reply, then dive into my day.

Well the damn thing in the front room popped off AGAIN...so I bite the bullet and called the propane company to see if they had any idea why.   They sent down the man who actually helped install these two radiant heaters, which seemed to be a year before Gerry died.  He listened to what I had been observing.  Took it apart...noted it looked remarkably clean externally (well duh it should...I cleaned it just a few days ago) then told me "These stoves have a certain tickle spot,let's see if there's anything in there."

Tickle spot?   Out came a pipe cleaner and he used it to clean out the supply tube, then poofed some air into a little hole I had never noticed before.  WHOOSH some dirt came out the end of the supply tube!    Put the stove completely back together and lit it....while waiting he surprised me by asking how my back was doing.   Huh? Apparently most of the Garden City area knows about my back.   He even demonstrated some back exercises he does every morning "I haven't been to a chiropractor for over a year now...do these exercises every morning and you'll be just fine."

McGyver just wasn't sure what to think of the man.  First he dismantles something important, fiddles with it, puts it back together THEN shows momma back exercises.  Who is this man?   *LOL*

So far the stove seems to be working fine now.  

Do they have love?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20091116/pl_afp/japanusdiplomacyasiaobama

I really don't see what the furor is all about! My gods he was showing respect in an ancient accepted method, AND if you look closely at the photo, the Emperor has a slight bow in return.

What is wrong with showing manners? I bet even George Washington would have given a dignified, mayhaps regal, bow...as a sign of respect.

Humans really annoy me at times.

Well now I had some "fun" today.   Saw that we were supposed to begetting snow and rain all week long, so decided perhaps laying in a supply of water juuuust in case was a good idea.   Ran up to Harrisonville, snatched the last 10 gallons of drinking water Wally World had on the shelfs (hmmm...paranoia running rampant).   On the way home decided I was hungry and a grilled cheese sandwich at the Garden City restaurant sounded pretty delicious.

While I was waiting on my order, I overheard some commotion at the table behind me.  The waitress had come to refill the coffee for the two women behind me, and had noticed a box on their table.  "What is so shocking about a pen?"  "Take a look."   Next sound was the waitress squeaking and saying "ow that hurt."   So naturally I turned around to see what was the matter.   "Lindy?  You alright?"   "The pen zapped me and all I did was touch it lightly."   Excuse me?

The two woman chuckled and motioned for me to pick it up.  Okay...so?  Felt like a normal pen to me, looked like a normal pen.   "What is so shocking?"   "Click the top."   Apparently the little waitress only depressed the top very lightly, whereas I CLICKED it like you would for any writing implement.   I let out a yell of "FUUUUCK!" that was heard throughout the restaurant, and I actually had to slap the pen out of my right hand using my left...because I couldn't let go!!!      Once the laughter died down, oddly enough I was laughing as well, I asked the gals where the hell did they get the contraption, and most importantly WHY!?   "Going to teach a certain person to leave my things alone." "Damn you must really hate them!" 

I feel sorry for the fool who steals that special pen from the desk!!!

There is an annual contest at Texas A&M University calling for the most appropriate definition of a contemporary term.

This year's term was, "Political Correctness."

The winner wrote: "Political correctness is a doctrine, fostered by a delusional, illogical minority, and rabidly promoted by
an unscrupulous mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a turd by the clean end."

  Well this year the front room radiant propane heater wouldn't stay lit.  So again I took the rad-blasted thing apart...scrubbed the sensor with a toothbrush, wiped off with a Clorox wipe...put it back together. 

Some of you may remember me commenting from last year's taking apart of stoves and putting them back together, about an extra screw I somehow came up with.   Glory be I found where the extra screw was supposed to go!!!  *LOL*

I'm letting the stove dry off completely, then I'll relight the pilot and see if the darn thing will actually STAY lit.

For some years I had felt that automatic toilets were a fantastic innovation.  Hygienic...you didn't have to touch anything,efficient.....that is until today's incident.

Oh sure they're great until they flush while you're still SITTING ON IT!

All was nice and quiet, it had been a good day for me and my back...fun day actually.   FLUUUUSH!  ACK!

I now agree with Ishte...automatic toilets are evil incarnate!

In case anyone was just jerked awake, or suddenly tossed into aler tmode, by a sudden energy surge from me and doglet...we're alright!!!  *LOL*   There was a sudden loud whooshing noise, as if something was coming into the house, both doglet and myself immediately jumped into fight mode....ready for it.   *slowly shaking head*   The large plastic barrier that had covered the front room mysteriously came loose and fell to the floor.    Poor McGyver is still muttering and I am now doing the after fight syndrome slight shaking as the adrenaline calms down.  *silly giggle*

I think I'll just forgo the evening studying session....crawl into bed and cuddle with doglet.

Well I went to my doctor today...and she confirmed, what I already knew, that there is still quite a bit of inflammation around the L4 L5 and they're not giving up that sciatic nerve without a fight.   So she put me on some big doses of Prednisone for the next two weeks to get that inflammation down, and agreed that yeah I'm allergic to Soma.   When I told her the signs and symptoms of what happened, when I took the Soma (which btw is a pain killer/muscle relaxer) Paula actually went white as a sheet..grabbed up her stethoscope and for some reason listened to my lungs. 

  Guess who is now on Vicoden?  WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!   *LOL* When Paula announced "I'm putting you on Vicoden." I calmly informed her I could split
one in half and it would do me very nicely for 24 hours. I now understood what is meant by "Vicoden laaaand." *grin* She started laughing.

It would probably be one of several things, depending on what the cause of death is.

"But I'm not done yet!"

"We are NOT amused."

"I want a second fucking opinion..."

"Where's the bastard that did this to me?"

"Death? I DON'T THINK SO!" whereupon I'd get up and beat the shit out of whomever said I was about to die.