I wrote the title of the blog the other day, and I'm sure I had a ton of stuff I wanted to write that had to do with the title, but I just didn't feel like putting the thoughts together and expending the energy to write it out. I'm leaving the title as is, maybe some of this will fit in one way or another. Here's some of the latest goings on at our household:
*I had that pesky tooth pulled the first week in March. I was too chicken to let them do it with Novocain alone, so they prescribed Ativan for me to take a couple hours before the appointment to help me relax. It was a higher dose of Ativan than I got several years ago for a different procedure - I got 2mg then, and I felt *great* and managed to embarrass the hell outta Michael a couple of times. I don't remember feeling bad later from it, I just got sleepy after I got home.
This time, I was prescribed 3mg. I didn't feel bad, but I didn't have the euphoric feeling that I had gotten before. And I got whiny when I got to the oral surgeon's office because they would not let Brian come back with me for the Novocain injections. All I wanted was to hold (well, squeeze the ever-loving Hell out of) his hand, then they could send him back to the waiting room while they pulled the tooth. They said the room was too small for him. They were LIARS, but I just didn't have it in me to call them on it. I got numbed up, and the tooth was out in about 5 minutes. They wheeled me out the back door and loaded me into the truck. I wanted a milk shake, and got my pain meds filled.
I finished the milk shake before we got home (having to eat it with a spoon instead of through a straw - no sucking after a tooth extraction lol), and went to bed. I woke up at some point and Clydie brought me a glass of water because I thought it would be a good idea to take a pain pill before my mouth finished "waking up". But, I didn't have the energy to get it, so I slept til around 10pm and then took a pill. And ate ramen for dinner. Shower time came around, and that probably wasn't a good idea. Before I finished my shower, I had to get out and lay on the cold tile floor. I came pretty damn close to passing out while I was in the shower - not a good feeling. I crawled into bed and crashed for the night. Back to work the next day and no problems since.
*I had other dental work done this week - and it was a very pleasant experience, at least as pleasant as dental work can be. The dentist is very skilled in giving Novocain injections that don't hurt much at all, and very quick with the drill. She also gives as little Novocain as possible so that you don't stay numb for hours. That's a little scary for me, as some of my teeth in the past have refused to get numb until I get home, after I've suffered through a procedure, but this week it worked out very well. I'm sure I was a funny sight eating zuppa Toscana (or whatever it's called - the potato/kale soup like Olive Garden makes) soup for dinner last night, trying to keep my lips closed so I didn't dribble soup everywhere. Brian laughed at me for trying to pucker up for a kiss. I'm sure my lips didn't pucker properly, and I'm honestly surprised someone didn't try to take photos of anything last night related to my numb face and lips.
*My blood pressure at the dentist office (yes they checked it before they started) was high - 144/90. Not good. I honestly didn't feel nervous, but apparently I was nervous enough for my blood pressure to be high. I checked it last night, once on the right and once on the left, and it wasn't any better - 140/89 & 139/89. And I checked it at the gym tonight, before I got on the treadmill - 138/78. My hands and feet have been swelling more in the last week or so as well. I guess I need to start checking it and logging it daily, and report it to the doctor when I go for my physical in a few weeks. I'm hoping this is a temporary thing due to stress from the dentist and PMS.
*The weather has been nice enough where we've started going to Hobbs on some evenings. It's a nice place to walk, and I can get in a little over 2 miles on the long trail we walk. I think next time we go, we're going to do the loop twice, and the strip to the lake and back once. That will give us about 3 miles. All I know is when we walked last night after dinner, I got the balance of my 10k steps in on my Fitbit.
*We are going to have one hell of a pepper patch this year - jalapenos, ghost, Carolina Reaper, tobacco, and I don't know what else. Carolina Reapers are hotter than ghost peppers - I can't wait to see Brian try them! I was brave enough to try the ghost peppers the last 2 years - the first year we grew them they weren't mature. Last year we had some of them mature, and I tried them. One that I tried was actually milder than some of the jalapenos we had grown. I was quite surprised, and somewhat disappointed (although I was glad my mouth wasn't on fire, although I can't say the same about my poor tummy at the time! LOL)
Well that's about all I got for tonight. Not so much about the blog title, but that's ok.
have a great evening, and a great weekend!
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
A Day In My Life.....
Well, this stuff has happened over several days, actually.
I saw this on Facebook recently:
I saw this on Facebook recently:
I had to Google who Anita Blake is, and she is a vampire hunter or something (I didn't read a lot of the Wiki article). Doesn't matter, I don't really think of things like this when I work out, but I am constantly bargaining with myself just to get through it. I am inherently, unapologetically lazy, but I'm doing what I must to try to fight the battle of the bulge and the possible beginnings of diabetes and other health issues.
The bargaining that I do - do I want to stop when I hit 10k steps, or keep going until I hit 3 miles? Thursday was funny - I was really doing some bargaining then. I had to stop after a mile and stretch my leg and foot some more, as I was starting to cramp up. Then after 35 minutes, I had to go to the freaking bathroom. I get back on and realize that I have 25 more minutes to go to hit 3 miles, and then I start talking to myself that "well I'll hit 10k steps well before I'll hit 3 miles, so maybe I'll just stop there". Then it was "oh shit I've got 20 more freakin' minutes to walk before I hit 3 miles". Yes, I was constantly doing the count down until I finally hit the 1 hour mark and 3 miles. Brian got quite the kick out of me when I shared with him the mental conversations that I have just to make it through my walk.
Now onto some funny shit. So by now I'm sure you've all seen the "tongue punch her fart box" jokes on Facebook and elsewhere. Yes, I know, that's gross and crude, but still kinda funny. A few weeks ago we're at the frozen yogurt shop and Steven's chowing down on some chocolate concoction that he's created, and his whole mouth is outlined in chocolate. I told him he needed to wipe his mouth off, that it looked gross, and he said "I tongue punched her fart box". Clydie and I about fell out laughing at that. Fast forward to this past Friday night - the four of us are there, and of course Steven has created another chocolate masterpiece, and we are teasing him about his chocolate mouth. I notice that Brian's lips and mouth have turned orange, and Steven promptly says "Oompa Loompa dipity doo..." and the hysterical laughter begins!
Yesterday, I reorganized the linen closet. Such an exciting life right? It needed it, as it was starting to look like it was about to explode with stuff. I have boxed up the extra linens and towels, and they will go into storage in the attic. I rearranged what was left, and it is much more manageable now. I know it doesn't sound like much, but I really feel like I accomplished something. I didn't realize how many blankets and towels I had until I emptied everything out on the bed. Some of the extra towels will go into the man cave bathroom, others will just go into storage.
Speaking of the man cave - last Sunday I went downstairs to feed the fish and stepped in water. I start looking around and discover a real mess in the bathroom. Apparently we had a massive clog in the pipe leading to the septic tank, and everything that was getting put down the kitchen sink (including food that went into the disposal) as well as everything that was getting flushed, had decided to erupt from the toilet and the shower down there. It was disgusting. We had to wait until Monday morning for a plumber to come out and fix the problem, so there was no flushing of toilets or washing of dishes or clothing or showering until that was taken care of. I told Steven he wouldn't be able to shower before going to class Monday, and the look of horror on his face was priceless! Thankfully it got fixed Monday morning and we were able to commence with laundry and showering and all the other fun stuff you need clean drain pipes for.
Speaking of laundry - it's time for me to get started with it for this week. I hope you all had a great weekend, and here's to another great week of rain. Blech!
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
The Latest.....
So yet another winter weather advisory has come upon us, this one promising a little more oomph than the last few. (the last few didn't really do anything - we got 10 minutes of snow on the last one and nothing stuck) Today it started raining, then it snowed for all of about 15 minutes, and sleet has been mixed in throughout. It's sleeting right now. I have a feeling the roads will be iced over in the morning and I won't be going to work, at least not until maybe noon or so.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday - unfortunately I put off getting a molar fixed last fall, and now I have to have it removed. I see the oral surgeon Monday, and they will either remove it that afternoon, or will schedule the appointment for the removal on another day. I'm not looking forward to this, other than getting relief from the pain and swelling it is causing.
Steven and I are watching the first episode of Star Trek: Next Generation. I don't remember much of it at all, but it's funny watching how different special effects are from back then from today! LOL Of course this one has Q in it, and he's such an ass.
Because of the weather today, I missed the gym. :-( I'd been doing so well in getting my steps in and going to the gym, but safety had to come first today. Maybe I'll be able to get back at it tomorrow afternoon, if I'm able to get to work.
I am so tired all of the time. A person really shouldn't be this tired. I'm tired of asking doctors why I'm so tired - I've been asking for answers for over 20 years. I've heard all my life that exercise will energize you, help you not be so exhausted all of the time. I've had my thyroid checked, my liver, my sugar, my cholesterol, everything that doctors normally check when they're looking for sources of exhaustion. I don't know what I'd do if I woke up one day and had energy to do things, and didn't have to force myself to function. Some days it's all I can do to stay awake through dinner - there are days I just want to come home and go straight to bed. Sadly, there are many days that I come home, eat dinner, get on the couch, and practically pass out from exhaustion (this is whether or not I go to the gym).
I thought I had a lot more to say tonight, and I'm pretty sure I'll think of it all as soon as I hit the publish button, but I'm done for now. Y'all stay safe, and have a great evening.
I had a dentist appointment yesterday - unfortunately I put off getting a molar fixed last fall, and now I have to have it removed. I see the oral surgeon Monday, and they will either remove it that afternoon, or will schedule the appointment for the removal on another day. I'm not looking forward to this, other than getting relief from the pain and swelling it is causing.
Steven and I are watching the first episode of Star Trek: Next Generation. I don't remember much of it at all, but it's funny watching how different special effects are from back then from today! LOL Of course this one has Q in it, and he's such an ass.
Because of the weather today, I missed the gym. :-( I'd been doing so well in getting my steps in and going to the gym, but safety had to come first today. Maybe I'll be able to get back at it tomorrow afternoon, if I'm able to get to work.
I am so tired all of the time. A person really shouldn't be this tired. I'm tired of asking doctors why I'm so tired - I've been asking for answers for over 20 years. I've heard all my life that exercise will energize you, help you not be so exhausted all of the time. I've had my thyroid checked, my liver, my sugar, my cholesterol, everything that doctors normally check when they're looking for sources of exhaustion. I don't know what I'd do if I woke up one day and had energy to do things, and didn't have to force myself to function. Some days it's all I can do to stay awake through dinner - there are days I just want to come home and go straight to bed. Sadly, there are many days that I come home, eat dinner, get on the couch, and practically pass out from exhaustion (this is whether or not I go to the gym).
I thought I had a lot more to say tonight, and I'm pretty sure I'll think of it all as soon as I hit the publish button, but I'm done for now. Y'all stay safe, and have a great evening.
Friday, February 13, 2015
Determination
Determination is sometimes hard to come by. I've pledged to lose weight, to work out, to watch my diet many times over the years, and I've always failed. Yeah, I'd stick with it for a while, but I always gave up eventually, or just got lazy and didn't continue doing what I needed to do to keep losing, or to maintain my weight loss. More than once. Like, maybe....3-4 times I've lost a bunch of weight, once even getting down to a place where I should have been very happy with my results, but alas, I didn't think I was thin enough.
I realize that no matter what I weigh, I will likely never be happy with my body. Some of you may think that I can, and maybe, perhaps one day, I will come to accept my body, scars, stretch marks, flaws and all, and be happy with it regardless of what size I am. I really cannot recall a time in my life when I was happy with my body, not since I became aware that I was larger than the average girl. That would have been around 5th grade or so, when I became aware that I was different than most of the other girls, and it really started bothering me in junior high. I go back and look at those photos from junior high and think "damn, I thought I was fat?!" Makes me think of that body dismorphic disorder, or whatever it's called.
Maybe others feel that way - seeing themselves as larger than they are. I've seen myself that way since then. And it also works in the other direction for me - there are many times when I'm on the heavier side that I actually think I'm smaller than I am. How the hell that happens, I have not a clue.
Now, it's not so much about my looks or my weight, other than how it relates to my health. Too much weight increases your risk for heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, and so many other things. The one positive in being heavier is that it strengthens your bones, and makes your risk of osteoporosis lower somewhat. With my family history on both sides, I have to worry about the heart disease, high blood pressure, and diabetes. I already have the high blood pressure (thankfully controlled with meds, and while unmedicated, would be considered as borderline), and now I'm worried that I'm even closer to the diabetes diagnosis due to my recent sugar test that put me just ever so slightly above the high end of normal, and a yeast infection that I've recently acquired on my skin - yes, my SKIN. I know our skin is covered with assorted bacteria and yeast, I just never dreamed I'd get a yeast infection on my skin. A week of antifugal cream and all should be well with that.
Anyways - I'm pledging to keep up the workouts. I've averaged 4 days a week at the gym, walking on the treadmill, and I've walked a minimum of 3 miles each of the days I've gone to the gym for the last 2 weeks. It's so hard sometimes, to be motivated to go. Today, I really wanted to come home after work and take a nap and just skip the gym, but I've made this promise to myself that I will go to the gym every day that I can. And I've promised myself that I will walk a minimum of 3 miles each time I get on the treadmill. Some days, like today, it's hard not to quit after 2 miles, or after I've hit the 10k steps mark. My foot that was operated on 5 years ago was bothering me - felt like it needed to pop, but wouldn't. I tried shaking it out while I was walking, and that didn't really work, but I just focused and kept going. My legs were so tired when I got started, and were really tired when I was done, but I'm pleased that I made it 3 miles today.
So to restate it - I pledge to myself to keep up the workouts, to walk a minimum of 3 miles each time I get on the treadmill, to keep up the 10k steps per day - to do the best I can to be active every single day that I'm physically able to be. This is for me, and for me only. My life may very well depend on it.
I realize that no matter what I weigh, I will likely never be happy with my body. Some of you may think that I can, and maybe, perhaps one day, I will come to accept my body, scars, stretch marks, flaws and all, and be happy with it regardless of what size I am. I really cannot recall a time in my life when I was happy with my body, not since I became aware that I was larger than the average girl. That would have been around 5th grade or so, when I became aware that I was different than most of the other girls, and it really started bothering me in junior high. I go back and look at those photos from junior high and think "damn, I thought I was fat?!" Makes me think of that body dismorphic disorder, or whatever it's called.
Maybe others feel that way - seeing themselves as larger than they are. I've seen myself that way since then. And it also works in the other direction for me - there are many times when I'm on the heavier side that I actually think I'm smaller than I am. How the hell that happens, I have not a clue.
Now, it's not so much about my looks or my weight, other than how it relates to my health. Too much weight increases your risk for heart disease, high blood pressure, diabetes, and so many other things. The one positive in being heavier is that it strengthens your bones, and makes your risk of osteoporosis lower somewhat. With my family history on both sides, I have to worry about the heart disease, high blood pressure, and diabetes. I already have the high blood pressure (thankfully controlled with meds, and while unmedicated, would be considered as borderline), and now I'm worried that I'm even closer to the diabetes diagnosis due to my recent sugar test that put me just ever so slightly above the high end of normal, and a yeast infection that I've recently acquired on my skin - yes, my SKIN. I know our skin is covered with assorted bacteria and yeast, I just never dreamed I'd get a yeast infection on my skin. A week of antifugal cream and all should be well with that.
Anyways - I'm pledging to keep up the workouts. I've averaged 4 days a week at the gym, walking on the treadmill, and I've walked a minimum of 3 miles each of the days I've gone to the gym for the last 2 weeks. It's so hard sometimes, to be motivated to go. Today, I really wanted to come home after work and take a nap and just skip the gym, but I've made this promise to myself that I will go to the gym every day that I can. And I've promised myself that I will walk a minimum of 3 miles each time I get on the treadmill. Some days, like today, it's hard not to quit after 2 miles, or after I've hit the 10k steps mark. My foot that was operated on 5 years ago was bothering me - felt like it needed to pop, but wouldn't. I tried shaking it out while I was walking, and that didn't really work, but I just focused and kept going. My legs were so tired when I got started, and were really tired when I was done, but I'm pleased that I made it 3 miles today.
So to restate it - I pledge to myself to keep up the workouts, to walk a minimum of 3 miles each time I get on the treadmill, to keep up the 10k steps per day - to do the best I can to be active every single day that I'm physically able to be. This is for me, and for me only. My life may very well depend on it.
Friday, February 6, 2015
That magical weekend
Military ball 2011. It was such a magical weekend. We'd talked about getting married since he'd moved in during the summer of 2010, but there was no talk of when.
He had a meeting that Friday night and when it was over, he said he had someone he wanted me to meet. I figured it was one of his soldiers, and followed him through the hotel as he looked for this person.
Finally, we find him in one of the meeting rooms. He was on the phone, and while we waited for him to finish, I started to wonder who this man was, and why we had to meet. When he introduced himself, it suddenly dawned on me why we were meeting - this was Chaplain Nick, the man Brian had picked to be the officiant for our wedding ceremony!
I suddenly realized that this was it, Brian was ready to set a date and make plans! I was so excited that evening I was about to explode! I couldn't wait to tell my mom and all my friends!
I was on cloud 9 all weekend long. The wheels started turning in my head regarding wedding plans. We had about 3 1/2 months to plan, as we set our date for May 28, Memorial Day weekend.
These photos popped up on my Timehop, and I just wanted to share a little of the story behind it.
BTW - these photos are why my mother tried to talk me out of wearing heels at the wedding!
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Really Great News!
I got some really awesome news today! I had a "wellness check" today, to include cholesterol, sugar, blood pressure, and weight.
I failed the weight/BMI portion, which I knew I would. That's a battle I'm fighting now, and am making slow progress at it.
The nurse had the glucose monitor upside down and it looked like it said 211 - I freaked out! But, it was only 112. Should be 110 or less, so I've got to really watch my sugar closely while I'm going through this weight loss and exercise process. (I was fasting, so the sugar shouldn't have been over the 110)
Because of the scare with the glucose monitor, my blood pressure shot up. I believe it was 121/90 when she checked it the first time. Because that bottom # was so high, she checked it manually on the other arm, and it was 117/78. Much better! (Of course I consciously made the effort to relax and take deep breaths, and I think that helped)
But here's the great news - my cholesterol is down to 179! (it was 247 last year) The "bad" cholesterol (LDL) is 55 (I think that's the lowest mine has EVER been!), and my "good" cholesterol (HDL)is a big old 72! I had a doctor once tell me if I could get my HDL to 75, regardless of the other #'s, I would be "bulletproof" against heart disease. Of course I'd like the LDL and the triglycerides to be within appropriate limits, but I'll take this as a great bit of news today.
The one bummer in the cholesterol figure is that my triglycerides was 262. Yeah, those aren't supposed to be greater than 150, so I've still got some work to do. But I'm on the right track. I've been going to the gym pretty regularly since I started back a few weeks ago, only missing twice last week for date night and family night, and I missed tonight because I got delayed at work and wouldn't have had time to walk my 3 miles before time to go home for dinner. I took a 1.5 mile walk Saturday morning, and again after dinner tonight, hills and all, to try to make up for missing the gym time.
So, while my overall health grade is a C+, I'll take it!
I failed the weight/BMI portion, which I knew I would. That's a battle I'm fighting now, and am making slow progress at it.
The nurse had the glucose monitor upside down and it looked like it said 211 - I freaked out! But, it was only 112. Should be 110 or less, so I've got to really watch my sugar closely while I'm going through this weight loss and exercise process. (I was fasting, so the sugar shouldn't have been over the 110)
Because of the scare with the glucose monitor, my blood pressure shot up. I believe it was 121/90 when she checked it the first time. Because that bottom # was so high, she checked it manually on the other arm, and it was 117/78. Much better! (Of course I consciously made the effort to relax and take deep breaths, and I think that helped)
But here's the great news - my cholesterol is down to 179! (it was 247 last year) The "bad" cholesterol (LDL) is 55 (I think that's the lowest mine has EVER been!), and my "good" cholesterol (HDL)is a big old 72! I had a doctor once tell me if I could get my HDL to 75, regardless of the other #'s, I would be "bulletproof" against heart disease. Of course I'd like the LDL and the triglycerides to be within appropriate limits, but I'll take this as a great bit of news today.
The one bummer in the cholesterol figure is that my triglycerides was 262. Yeah, those aren't supposed to be greater than 150, so I've still got some work to do. But I'm on the right track. I've been going to the gym pretty regularly since I started back a few weeks ago, only missing twice last week for date night and family night, and I missed tonight because I got delayed at work and wouldn't have had time to walk my 3 miles before time to go home for dinner. I took a 1.5 mile walk Saturday morning, and again after dinner tonight, hills and all, to try to make up for missing the gym time.
So, while my overall health grade is a C+, I'll take it!
The Dumb is Taking Over
I have witnessed so much STUPID over the past several days, I don't even know where to begin. PMS makes it more frustrating, and some of it would be amusing if it just wasn't so damn DUMB.
Here's some examples.
I love the show The Blacklist. I belong to several fan pages on Facebook. Tonight, some silly ass starts spouting a bunch of religious stuff about sinners, and Jesus, etc., on a thread on one of the fan pages. Just out of the blue, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the thread she was posting on. Someone called her on it, then it just went downhill from there. No one had a problem with this individual's beliefs, they just didn't belong on the thread - there were even a few comments asking the person if perhaps she was posting on the wrong thread or page. The one that called her on it went to her profile and found LOTS of photos of scantily clad women, and other stuff that you'd think a "good religious person" would not be posting on their page. It was just really aggravating to get bombarded with all the ignorant comments that were made by this individual who started out sounding like a super-religious person, and ended up sounding like a true troublemaker.
Sunday, I was in Wal-Mart with Clydie. We were walking by the cheese aisle, selecting some cheese and talking. This little old lady comes right up behind me, so close I could feel her breath on my back, and for every step I took to try to move out of her way, she was taking 3 to keep up with me! She finally said "excuse me" and I hurried up to get out of her way. Clydie and I continued walking through the store, and I was walking between her and the endcaps. Suddenly I notice that I have someone following VERY closely behind me with their shopping cart. I glance behind me and it's the damn woman from the cheese section! I told Clydie I had to hurry up and get on her other side, that I was about to cuss a bitch out, and that damn woman better hope she doesn't run that buggy up on my heels before I can get out of her way. Thankfully, I escaped being assaulted by a shopping cart and avoided having to cuss someone out.
I have to work really, really hard to not comment on some of the posts that I see on Facebook and the news. Many times I don't bother commenting at all, as I just don't want to get sucked into an internet argument about things. That, and I have friends on both sides of the fence on a lot of topics, from gun ownership/control, vaccinations, politics, etc., and it's just not worth hurting anyone's feelings or pissing them off, especially if I find their comments especially ignorant. I have great respect for several people with whom I don't agree, and I just leave things alone. :-)
I'm sure there was a lot more "dumb" out there, but that's all I can think of at the moment.
Be smart y'all!
Here's some examples.
I love the show The Blacklist. I belong to several fan pages on Facebook. Tonight, some silly ass starts spouting a bunch of religious stuff about sinners, and Jesus, etc., on a thread on one of the fan pages. Just out of the blue, and it had absolutely nothing to do with the thread she was posting on. Someone called her on it, then it just went downhill from there. No one had a problem with this individual's beliefs, they just didn't belong on the thread - there were even a few comments asking the person if perhaps she was posting on the wrong thread or page. The one that called her on it went to her profile and found LOTS of photos of scantily clad women, and other stuff that you'd think a "good religious person" would not be posting on their page. It was just really aggravating to get bombarded with all the ignorant comments that were made by this individual who started out sounding like a super-religious person, and ended up sounding like a true troublemaker.
Sunday, I was in Wal-Mart with Clydie. We were walking by the cheese aisle, selecting some cheese and talking. This little old lady comes right up behind me, so close I could feel her breath on my back, and for every step I took to try to move out of her way, she was taking 3 to keep up with me! She finally said "excuse me" and I hurried up to get out of her way. Clydie and I continued walking through the store, and I was walking between her and the endcaps. Suddenly I notice that I have someone following VERY closely behind me with their shopping cart. I glance behind me and it's the damn woman from the cheese section! I told Clydie I had to hurry up and get on her other side, that I was about to cuss a bitch out, and that damn woman better hope she doesn't run that buggy up on my heels before I can get out of her way. Thankfully, I escaped being assaulted by a shopping cart and avoided having to cuss someone out.
I have to work really, really hard to not comment on some of the posts that I see on Facebook and the news. Many times I don't bother commenting at all, as I just don't want to get sucked into an internet argument about things. That, and I have friends on both sides of the fence on a lot of topics, from gun ownership/control, vaccinations, politics, etc., and it's just not worth hurting anyone's feelings or pissing them off, especially if I find their comments especially ignorant. I have great respect for several people with whom I don't agree, and I just leave things alone. :-)
I'm sure there was a lot more "dumb" out there, but that's all I can think of at the moment.
Be smart y'all!
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