Time is flying by so fast, and so much is happening! So, here goes!
We found a house the last week in July, and we are scheduled to close this coming Friday, August 30th. Steven will be changing schools, but I think he will be in a better school district. Plus - he will likely know some of the kids at the new school, as he went to the feeder elementary school for pre-k through 4th grade. Hopefully he will remember some of them, and they will remember him, and he will be able to make some friends quickly.
We have a few cosmetic and technical things to do to the new house before we move in, so we don't have a firm move-in date yet, but I'm thinking the middle of September. I dread the move, but will be happy to be in our own home, with our own yard, and no landlord or property manager to make happy or deal with.
My birthday back on the 1st was a good one. Other than some bullshit that happened at work, it was great. (if you wanna know about the BS at work, private message me) In the grand scheme of things, what happened was pretty stupid and petty, but it really pissed me off at the time. We went to dinner at Ranchero, our favorite Mexican restaurant, and I had my fill of margarita and tequila shots. I received some nice gifts for my bday - stuff for our new home, a charm and spacer for my Brighton bracelet, some gift cards, and money. :-)
As you can imagine, due to Brian's arm injury, we haven't been to the lake all summer. We did go a few weeks ago, and had a good time. We took Steven's brother, CJ, with us, and he made the mistake of biting off half of a ghost pepper before we could warn him that it gets hotter as more time passes after you eat it. He also learned that while Oakheart rum is tasty, that too much of it, especially after drinking beer, is a very bad thing. It was pretty damn funny afterwards, and thankfully Steven cleaned up pretty well after him, and that's all I will say about it. (don't worry, Mom - the lake house is very clean and nothing was stained or ruined!)
Hopefully, after we get moved and settled, we will be able to go down to the lake some. It will be cooler, which hopefully will mean less bugs. I enjoy fishing, it is relaxing, but only if you catch one every once in a while. This last time we went it was just so freaking hot and the gnats were totally out of control - the worst I think I have ever seen it! Even in the pool, they were horrible.
Steven and I watched "Ghost Shark" the other day - it was hysterically horrific. Bad - as in awful. We laughed through the entire movie.
Ok folks, time for me to go. I have a lot to do before bed tonight. I hope you all have a great week.
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Monday, August 19, 2013
Been on my mind lately......
I have a vent about churches. This is something that has been on my mind for several years now.
But before you read any further, please understand - I KNOW that not all churches are like this. I'm sure there are wonderful churches out there, with wonderful people in the congregation. But also please know this - I am NOT interested in going to church, so PLEASE do not send me info with your church name and location.
When I was younger, I was not taken to church, most likely for a number of reasons, and that's besides the point. I had a negative view of churches, mostly because the few I had been to in college seemed to be all about who wore what, and what clique you belonged to, and things that I knew didn't matter in the grand scheme of what should have been important in a church.
When my first husband, James, and I moved back to Georgia, we checked out a few churches in the area we had moved to. We tried out a church near where we lived, and the pastor seemed to have an issue with racism and politics - he made it quite clear that he wouldn't support any organization that supported the NAACP, and he used to regularly call our president at the time (Clinton) "that lesbian loving president of ours". I'm all for folks having the right to have their own opinions about race, homosexuality, politics, etc., but I didn't feel that the pulpit was a place for any of that. (Yes I know that in many Christian churches, homosexuality is an issue, but the way this preacher talked of it was shameful in my opinion, and quite judgemental).
Anyways, we tried a couple of other churches, spent quite a bit of time at one that is now called something other than what it was named when we attended, and while I didn't realize it at the time, James always found something "wrong" with the churches we went to (they didn't preach the message enough, they were too money hungry - always something), so we were always searching for another one. I hated changing churches - the kids needed stability in their lives, and I absolutely hated change and having to adjust to new people.
So we finally found a church where I felt welcome, wanted, and where I thought we fit in pretty well. As I stated in the beginning of this blog - I will NOT be naming this church, the pastor, or any of the members. We attended this church on and off for a few years, and got to know a lot of the members there. I noticed that if we were attending regularly, and missed a couple of Sundays, we sometimes got a phone call from someone in Sunday school to check on us. Folks at this church knew things weren't perfect in our household, and that we - mainly me - needed all the love and support we could get - I was working full time in Atlanta near Smyrna, we lived all the way out in Mount Zion (the one in Carroll county, not Clayton county), having to deal with both kids pretty much by myself when I got home, and that James was a prescription drug addict that was in and out of the hospital due to chronic bronchitis and pneumonia from his nasty smoking habit.
I didn't dare share the abuse that the kids and I suffered at his hands, but I'm sure it was written all over my face, and some of them knew from things that were said (or not said) that things were pretty crappy in our relationship. But I digress.....
The church was gracious enough to offer their assistance in getting James some rehab help, in a Christian program, but he ended up refusing help. I was about to share his excuses for not accepting the help, but I caught myself - they weren't really excuses - he was determined to stay on the drugs and cigarettes, and had no interest in getting help. Dang, I keep with the digression.....
So, throughout all the time we were members at this church, they would occasionally call on us to see how we were doing, asking if there was anything they could do for us or help us with, and telling us that they missed seeing us in church. As time went on, I opened up more and more with certain members, letting them get a glimpse of some of the things I had to deal with, but obviously not telling them everything for fear of how I might be judged for staying in what was a loveless marriage that was filled with abuse and sadness.
When I finally decided to divorce James, I didn't dare call anyone or tell anyone, other than family, what I was planning to do. I was terrified someone would slip up and say something to James, and it would have made my life hell until I got out. James had even mentioned in the month before I had him served, that some of the deacons and perhaps even the preacher had come by the house to check on us and ask us to come to church (it's been a while, so I'm not sure who all may or may not have stopped by). I remember looking forward to having some emotional support from some of the church folks once the day came that the news got out we were getting divorced.
On the day of our first hearing at court, there was a lady from church in the courtroom, I assume she worked there. She walked down the aisle and I swear she looked me right in the eyes and just kept on walking. I don't know if she knew what I was there for or not. I don't blame her for not speaking to me that day, she was likely working, and probably didn't want to get involved in whatever was going on in the courtroom.
The reason for my vent? Not a single person from that church has EVER called me to check on me or the kids. Not one single phone call, in 7 years. I chose to divorce a drug-addicted man that was beating me and the kids, not just physically, but emotionally and psychologically, and not a single person at that church reached out to me to check on me or the kids. Perhaps I can thank my ex-husband for making the folks at that church distance themselves from me and the kids? I really can't say I blame them for not wanting to get involved - I almost lost a very good friend over my marriage to James, due to my self-absorption of all my woes when I was with him, and it has taken time to get my family relationships back in line with where they need to be, all due to that man.
If you know which church I am speaking of, whether from anything I've said to you previously, or you know you are part of the church I am talking about - please DO NOT call the church out, or any of the members or staff. I don't want to call attention to them, I just want to unload my thoughts about my experience. If you are a member of the church I'm talking about - just an FYI - I will be moving back into the area in the near future at some point - if you see me around - feel free to say hello, just please don't invite me back to church. I'm not angry at anyone, just a little disappointed and perhaps disillusioned. And by the way - my last name is no longer Wilkins, it's Buxton. I'm happily married, and Steven is quite well adjusted for all that he went through.
But before you read any further, please understand - I KNOW that not all churches are like this. I'm sure there are wonderful churches out there, with wonderful people in the congregation. But also please know this - I am NOT interested in going to church, so PLEASE do not send me info with your church name and location.
When I was younger, I was not taken to church, most likely for a number of reasons, and that's besides the point. I had a negative view of churches, mostly because the few I had been to in college seemed to be all about who wore what, and what clique you belonged to, and things that I knew didn't matter in the grand scheme of what should have been important in a church.
When my first husband, James, and I moved back to Georgia, we checked out a few churches in the area we had moved to. We tried out a church near where we lived, and the pastor seemed to have an issue with racism and politics - he made it quite clear that he wouldn't support any organization that supported the NAACP, and he used to regularly call our president at the time (Clinton) "that lesbian loving president of ours". I'm all for folks having the right to have their own opinions about race, homosexuality, politics, etc., but I didn't feel that the pulpit was a place for any of that. (Yes I know that in many Christian churches, homosexuality is an issue, but the way this preacher talked of it was shameful in my opinion, and quite judgemental).
Anyways, we tried a couple of other churches, spent quite a bit of time at one that is now called something other than what it was named when we attended, and while I didn't realize it at the time, James always found something "wrong" with the churches we went to (they didn't preach the message enough, they were too money hungry - always something), so we were always searching for another one. I hated changing churches - the kids needed stability in their lives, and I absolutely hated change and having to adjust to new people.
So we finally found a church where I felt welcome, wanted, and where I thought we fit in pretty well. As I stated in the beginning of this blog - I will NOT be naming this church, the pastor, or any of the members. We attended this church on and off for a few years, and got to know a lot of the members there. I noticed that if we were attending regularly, and missed a couple of Sundays, we sometimes got a phone call from someone in Sunday school to check on us. Folks at this church knew things weren't perfect in our household, and that we - mainly me - needed all the love and support we could get - I was working full time in Atlanta near Smyrna, we lived all the way out in Mount Zion (the one in Carroll county, not Clayton county), having to deal with both kids pretty much by myself when I got home, and that James was a prescription drug addict that was in and out of the hospital due to chronic bronchitis and pneumonia from his nasty smoking habit.
I didn't dare share the abuse that the kids and I suffered at his hands, but I'm sure it was written all over my face, and some of them knew from things that were said (or not said) that things were pretty crappy in our relationship. But I digress.....
The church was gracious enough to offer their assistance in getting James some rehab help, in a Christian program, but he ended up refusing help. I was about to share his excuses for not accepting the help, but I caught myself - they weren't really excuses - he was determined to stay on the drugs and cigarettes, and had no interest in getting help. Dang, I keep with the digression.....
So, throughout all the time we were members at this church, they would occasionally call on us to see how we were doing, asking if there was anything they could do for us or help us with, and telling us that they missed seeing us in church. As time went on, I opened up more and more with certain members, letting them get a glimpse of some of the things I had to deal with, but obviously not telling them everything for fear of how I might be judged for staying in what was a loveless marriage that was filled with abuse and sadness.
When I finally decided to divorce James, I didn't dare call anyone or tell anyone, other than family, what I was planning to do. I was terrified someone would slip up and say something to James, and it would have made my life hell until I got out. James had even mentioned in the month before I had him served, that some of the deacons and perhaps even the preacher had come by the house to check on us and ask us to come to church (it's been a while, so I'm not sure who all may or may not have stopped by). I remember looking forward to having some emotional support from some of the church folks once the day came that the news got out we were getting divorced.
On the day of our first hearing at court, there was a lady from church in the courtroom, I assume she worked there. She walked down the aisle and I swear she looked me right in the eyes and just kept on walking. I don't know if she knew what I was there for or not. I don't blame her for not speaking to me that day, she was likely working, and probably didn't want to get involved in whatever was going on in the courtroom.
The reason for my vent? Not a single person from that church has EVER called me to check on me or the kids. Not one single phone call, in 7 years. I chose to divorce a drug-addicted man that was beating me and the kids, not just physically, but emotionally and psychologically, and not a single person at that church reached out to me to check on me or the kids. Perhaps I can thank my ex-husband for making the folks at that church distance themselves from me and the kids? I really can't say I blame them for not wanting to get involved - I almost lost a very good friend over my marriage to James, due to my self-absorption of all my woes when I was with him, and it has taken time to get my family relationships back in line with where they need to be, all due to that man.
If you know which church I am speaking of, whether from anything I've said to you previously, or you know you are part of the church I am talking about - please DO NOT call the church out, or any of the members or staff. I don't want to call attention to them, I just want to unload my thoughts about my experience. If you are a member of the church I'm talking about - just an FYI - I will be moving back into the area in the near future at some point - if you see me around - feel free to say hello, just please don't invite me back to church. I'm not angry at anyone, just a little disappointed and perhaps disillusioned. And by the way - my last name is no longer Wilkins, it's Buxton. I'm happily married, and Steven is quite well adjusted for all that he went through.
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Experience.....
From personal experience, I can tell you - this is so true. When you've been abused for so long, you just don't know how to take it when someone actually treats you the way that you deserve to be treated. You're always looking for the other shoe to drop, the demeanor to change, the lies to be discovered, for everything to fall apart.
You get to where you are so afraid of being hurt, you just close yourself off and don't let anyone get too close, and you certainly don't let anyone "in". It really takes a special, very patient, true love to get through - to help you tear down the walls, one brick at a time, until they are able to get close to you and for you to let them "in".
I usually wear my feelings on my sleeve, so to speak, so it's pretty easy to see when I'm not really okay. Although, I do try to hide my feelings at times, and I don't like to open up to just anyone. Hiding bad feelings is exhausting. Maybe that's part of why I'm so tired every night and tend to go to sleep after dinner. I have a lot of bad feelings, about a lot of different things. No, I don't want to talk about them. Please, don't ask me about them - not even to let me know that you are there for me. I just don't want it mentioned and don't want to talk about it. When I want to talk about it, I will. Until then - I'm okay. Really.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Things I'm tired of.....
Okay, here's a negative post if there ever was one. I'm in one of those moods where I'm frustrated about a lot of things, and let me preface this by saying that I know I am blessed, lucky, fortunate, privileged, or whatever other adjective that you want to use to describe me and my life. I know that there are people that have life much, much more difficult than I do, and I am appreciative of my life and all the positives that are there. I just wanna vent! So here goes:
*I'm tired of the rain. We usually end up with a rain deficit by the end of the year, but with as much rain as we've gotten the past week, I don't think we're in danger of that this year.
*I'm sick of seeing the same old commercials, over and over and over. For example - the repeat commercial for "Pawn Stars" where the chick that got the guitar from the Playboy Mansion, and the NASA toilet seat. Those commercials, and the ones where the kids talk about "back in my day". Dammit man, I am sick of that!
*I'm sick again - that damn cough. It looks like I will have to go to the doctor tomorrow (yes, they have Sunday hours thank goodness) so I can get a handle on it before it gets too bad.
*I'm done with the hormonal roller coaster that I'm on! It sucks! And no, it's not menopause, just normal monthly fluctuations.
*I am so ready to buy a house and move, but we just can't seem to find one suitable. Ugh!
*I am beyond frustrated for my husband and the recovery on his arm. We don't expect him to get well overnight by any means, but he has had a very rough time since the 2nd surgery on June 14. He's at the point where he has to sleep when he can, regardless of what time of day it is, so right now, he pretty much has his days and nights a little on the mixed up side. For example - he was up til 4am this morning, went to bed and slept til around 1pm. I tried from 10am until 1pm to get him up - he was that tired! Besides the fatigue from not being able to sleep due to the pain meds just not working, it appears that he may have an infection in the elbow, as it has been red, swollen and warm to the touch on and off for the past week or so. We did call the surgeon so he could call in an antibiotic, and it does seem to be improving, ever so slowly. He has a routine appointment for it on Monday, so we'll see what the doctor says about it then.
*I am really disgusted with people that think they can just dump an animal off somewhere to fend for itself. That has apparently happened on Freeman Rd this past week - this beautiful dog, I have no idea what he is but I would guesstimate him to weigh around 60lbs or so, reddish brown/brindle color, built kind of like a german shepherd, has been running around on Freeman Rd, looking totally bewildered, and he will trot after cars like he's hoping they will stop and pick him up. I can't pick him up because I don't know how my boys will react to him, being that they aren't neutered and I don't know if this dog is, and other than possible territorial-aggression issues, it would be a total piss-fest at the house to try to mark territory everywhere. I just can't have that. If I was in a home with a fenced in yard, I would get him in a heartbeat. He is really beautiful, and he looks so sweet and lovable. If I continue to see him, I will try to get him to a shelter or rescue.
Well folks, that's all I can write tonight, there's just so much more but I just can't put forth the effort at this time. I'm gonna lay down and rest and hope and pray this cough will ease up - might have to break out the big guns with the Tussion Ex.
*I'm tired of the rain. We usually end up with a rain deficit by the end of the year, but with as much rain as we've gotten the past week, I don't think we're in danger of that this year.
*I'm sick of seeing the same old commercials, over and over and over. For example - the repeat commercial for "Pawn Stars" where the chick that got the guitar from the Playboy Mansion, and the NASA toilet seat. Those commercials, and the ones where the kids talk about "back in my day". Dammit man, I am sick of that!
*I'm sick again - that damn cough. It looks like I will have to go to the doctor tomorrow (yes, they have Sunday hours thank goodness) so I can get a handle on it before it gets too bad.
*I'm done with the hormonal roller coaster that I'm on! It sucks! And no, it's not menopause, just normal monthly fluctuations.
*I am so ready to buy a house and move, but we just can't seem to find one suitable. Ugh!
*I am beyond frustrated for my husband and the recovery on his arm. We don't expect him to get well overnight by any means, but he has had a very rough time since the 2nd surgery on June 14. He's at the point where he has to sleep when he can, regardless of what time of day it is, so right now, he pretty much has his days and nights a little on the mixed up side. For example - he was up til 4am this morning, went to bed and slept til around 1pm. I tried from 10am until 1pm to get him up - he was that tired! Besides the fatigue from not being able to sleep due to the pain meds just not working, it appears that he may have an infection in the elbow, as it has been red, swollen and warm to the touch on and off for the past week or so. We did call the surgeon so he could call in an antibiotic, and it does seem to be improving, ever so slowly. He has a routine appointment for it on Monday, so we'll see what the doctor says about it then.
*I am really disgusted with people that think they can just dump an animal off somewhere to fend for itself. That has apparently happened on Freeman Rd this past week - this beautiful dog, I have no idea what he is but I would guesstimate him to weigh around 60lbs or so, reddish brown/brindle color, built kind of like a german shepherd, has been running around on Freeman Rd, looking totally bewildered, and he will trot after cars like he's hoping they will stop and pick him up. I can't pick him up because I don't know how my boys will react to him, being that they aren't neutered and I don't know if this dog is, and other than possible territorial-aggression issues, it would be a total piss-fest at the house to try to mark territory everywhere. I just can't have that. If I was in a home with a fenced in yard, I would get him in a heartbeat. He is really beautiful, and he looks so sweet and lovable. If I continue to see him, I will try to get him to a shelter or rescue.
Well folks, that's all I can write tonight, there's just so much more but I just can't put forth the effort at this time. I'm gonna lay down and rest and hope and pray this cough will ease up - might have to break out the big guns with the Tussion Ex.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
I Just Don't Get It. Really, I Don't.
Why, after umpteen # of years of doing things a certain way, does one individual (or maybe 2) seem to have difficulty understanding the reasoning behind it, and that it doesn't have anything at all to do with their processes? Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!
Yes, I was in a really pissy mood the other day when I started this - I was at work and someone had to be ignorant about something we've been doing a very long time, like it was a big surprise and they didn't know what it was all about, and that it was irrelevant to their work processes. Doh!
So there's some more catching up to do, the main thing being Brian's "incident" this past weekend. On Saturday, Brian was redoing the screening on the porch, and was coming down the ladder. Somehow he lost his balance or missed a step, and fell backwards. He put his left arm down to break his fall, and Steven said he heard it snap pretty loud. I was inside, and I think Clydie was too, and he started yelling and screaming. She made it to him before I did - when I got to the porch he was laying on the ground, with his arm kinda underneath him and I could see the elbow sticking out from under him and it didn't look right. He screamed "I broke my fucking arm!" and I swear to God I damn near threw up. I was afraid to get a closer look at it but I got down there with Clydie and Steven. We got him sat up on the ground, then he said he would rather me drive him than have the ambulance take him (I had called 911 because I didn't know if we could get him off the ground).
Here is the side view of the break and dislocation - that bone that is sticking out to the right, doesn't belong out there. The break is on the bottom bone:
This is a view from the bottom - you can clearly see the broken ulna here:
Here's the view of the fix - the plate and screws, with the joint back in place like it's supposed to be:
Yes, I was in a really pissy mood the other day when I started this - I was at work and someone had to be ignorant about something we've been doing a very long time, like it was a big surprise and they didn't know what it was all about, and that it was irrelevant to their work processes. Doh!
So there's some more catching up to do, the main thing being Brian's "incident" this past weekend. On Saturday, Brian was redoing the screening on the porch, and was coming down the ladder. Somehow he lost his balance or missed a step, and fell backwards. He put his left arm down to break his fall, and Steven said he heard it snap pretty loud. I was inside, and I think Clydie was too, and he started yelling and screaming. She made it to him before I did - when I got to the porch he was laying on the ground, with his arm kinda underneath him and I could see the elbow sticking out from under him and it didn't look right. He screamed "I broke my fucking arm!" and I swear to God I damn near threw up. I was afraid to get a closer look at it but I got down there with Clydie and Steven. We got him sat up on the ground, then he said he would rather me drive him than have the ambulance take him (I had called 911 because I didn't know if we could get him off the ground).
I got him to the hospital and they
whizzed us through registration, triage and got him in an exam room (amazingly this
took less than 10 minutes total), then took him back to X-ray as soon as he sat
on the bed. When he came back he looked at me and said "you know when I do
something, I always try to do it up right, right? well.....I not only dislocated
my elbow but I broke it". The doctor came in and explained that Brian broke the
ulna, which is the bone they normally pull on to put a dislocated elbow back
into place, so they wouldn't be able to adjust it, it would take surgery to fix
the break and to get the bones back into the joint properly.
Here is the side view of the break and dislocation - that bone that is sticking out to the right, doesn't belong out there. The break is on the bottom bone:
This is a view from the bottom - you can clearly see the broken ulna here:
Here's the view of the fix - the plate and screws, with the joint back in place like it's supposed to be:
Long story short, Brian had surgery on Sunday around 11:30am, and the surgeon put in a 4-6" plate that has 6 screws in it, and had to make a 2nd incision to remove bone fragments from the joint (Brian apparently chipped the bone in at least 2 places and the fragments ended up in the joint). He was released Sunday evening, and he's been home since. No driving until he sees the surgeon on Monday, so he's going nuts being stuck at home and having to rely on me or his mom to drive him around. So, he and Steven and sometimes Brianna are working on finishing the porch work. It's hard to keep a good man down! Even from a broken ulna and dislocated elbow!
Steven leaves for England for the summer this Saturday - I know he will enjoy himself, but I will miss him! :-(
I've gotten back into reading the Stephen King Dark Tower series - I'm almost finished with book 6, Song of Susannah. It's getting GOOD!
Guess it's time for me to pick the book back up, I should be close to finishing it about now.
Have a great rest of week!
Steven leaves for England for the summer this Saturday - I know he will enjoy himself, but I will miss him! :-(
I've gotten back into reading the Stephen King Dark Tower series - I'm almost finished with book 6, Song of Susannah. It's getting GOOD!
Guess it's time for me to pick the book back up, I should be close to finishing it about now.
Have a great rest of week!
Saturday, May 18, 2013
Well.....damn.....just - damn......
Saturday sure has started off with a bang - I get up to an email from my mom about some nonsense posted on my son's Facebook page. I go to his page, and apparently one of his friends that spent the night last night, got onto Steven's page and posted something about Steven that not only isn't true, but could be very upsetting to different people for various reasons. Of course, his friends were already up and out of the house (they leave really early, like around 7am, after sleepovers and we got up around 8:30am).
Brian had a discussion with Steven, and Steven is pretty upset with his friends for posting what they did. I think Steven has learned his lesson about leaving his stuff logged in where his friends can get to it. Posting something innocent on someone else's page is funny sometimes, but this could have caused a lot of issues for him.
The other bang to my morning - I go to my blog page and none of the blogs I'm following are showing up. Not sure what's up with that, I tinkered around with it and finally got them all to show up, but I don't know how long that will last. I apparently have to eventually switch my blog over to Google+, but I don't feel like messing with a transition right now.
Anyways.....it's raining today. Steven is supposed to be having a band competition tonight that was postponed from last weekend due to rain. Part of me hopes it's cancelled again, but part of me (the band geek in me) hopes that it still goes on because I want to see some bands play!
Headed to the mall here in a few - got to exchange a shirt from Hot Topic that Steven bought for me on his spring break last month. I tried exchanging it last weekend and was told that I couldn't because it was purchased more than 30 days prior. I didn't even think to look at the receipt until Monday - the 30th day had been FRIDAY, the day BEFORE I tried to exchange it. Seriously?!!? I was ONE day past the allowable exchange period.
I worked retail long enough to know how to play the game. I mean, I could totally understand if the shirt was on clearance now, that the store would be out of something because they'd have to give me receipt price and then immediately mark down the shirt to clearance. But it wasn't clearance, and the shirt I was going to get was going to cost a little more, so I'd be paying money into the store plus I was considering purchasing another item or 2. Of course I called their corporate office, was given and apology and told they would contact the store manager to let her know that I would be in this weekend for an exchange.
After the mall, I'm headed to PetCo - gotta pick up some anxiety drops for the boys so that they will travel to the lake nicely next weekend. We've used all their drops up we got from the vet last year, and Petsmart doesn't carry these. They have chewables and paste you can give the dogs, and you are limited to how many you can give per day. These drops are 10 drops per dog, 3 times a day, or more if needed. If Gabriel would travel as calmly as Dominion does, we wouldn't need these!
Oh and yesterday was sweet Gabriel's 2nd birthday!
Okay, I'm outa here. Gotta get my shopping on! Have a great weekend!
Brian had a discussion with Steven, and Steven is pretty upset with his friends for posting what they did. I think Steven has learned his lesson about leaving his stuff logged in where his friends can get to it. Posting something innocent on someone else's page is funny sometimes, but this could have caused a lot of issues for him.
The other bang to my morning - I go to my blog page and none of the blogs I'm following are showing up. Not sure what's up with that, I tinkered around with it and finally got them all to show up, but I don't know how long that will last. I apparently have to eventually switch my blog over to Google+, but I don't feel like messing with a transition right now.
Anyways.....it's raining today. Steven is supposed to be having a band competition tonight that was postponed from last weekend due to rain. Part of me hopes it's cancelled again, but part of me (the band geek in me) hopes that it still goes on because I want to see some bands play!
Headed to the mall here in a few - got to exchange a shirt from Hot Topic that Steven bought for me on his spring break last month. I tried exchanging it last weekend and was told that I couldn't because it was purchased more than 30 days prior. I didn't even think to look at the receipt until Monday - the 30th day had been FRIDAY, the day BEFORE I tried to exchange it. Seriously?!!? I was ONE day past the allowable exchange period.
I worked retail long enough to know how to play the game. I mean, I could totally understand if the shirt was on clearance now, that the store would be out of something because they'd have to give me receipt price and then immediately mark down the shirt to clearance. But it wasn't clearance, and the shirt I was going to get was going to cost a little more, so I'd be paying money into the store plus I was considering purchasing another item or 2. Of course I called their corporate office, was given and apology and told they would contact the store manager to let her know that I would be in this weekend for an exchange.
After the mall, I'm headed to PetCo - gotta pick up some anxiety drops for the boys so that they will travel to the lake nicely next weekend. We've used all their drops up we got from the vet last year, and Petsmart doesn't carry these. They have chewables and paste you can give the dogs, and you are limited to how many you can give per day. These drops are 10 drops per dog, 3 times a day, or more if needed. If Gabriel would travel as calmly as Dominion does, we wouldn't need these!
Oh and yesterday was sweet Gabriel's 2nd birthday!
Okay, I'm outa here. Gotta get my shopping on! Have a great weekend!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Things Learned from Dear Abby
Here are a few things that have been learned from Dear Abby (I copied this from a letter that was written to the column, and added my two cents to some of them)
1. Don't blame your server for bad food. Always be polite and send compliments to the chef when applicable. (after having waited tables myself, I learned this first hand. Of course customers sometimes take their frustrations out on the waitstaff, but please folks - most of the time issues with your experience are not related to the server)
2. It's your wedding; you don't have to invite drama mama and long-gone dads unless you want to. And do not ignore Stepmom.
3. It's never too late to change bad habits. Today is a good time to begin making healthy new ones. (this is always a work in progress!)
4. Kindness is always important. Do it randomly if you must, but do it often. Pennies are a gentle reminder of heaven. (don't let yourself get caught up in the craziness of your every day life, and let those that annoy the piss out of you, take the joy and kindness out of your life!)
5. Being the other woman is a dead-end job. No matter what he says, the odds are he is never going to leave his wife.
6. Workplace romances are usually doomed. Don't risk it unless you want to find a new job. (this was one that I always knew and never crossed that line - I've seen the consequences of work relationships by seeing what others went through and it's just not a good thing)
7. Counseling is a good thing. Don't suffer for years or in silence. Get some help today. (and don't be ashamed to do it! Of course you don't have to broadcast it to the world if you get help, but if you need help, by all means please get it!)
8. Reconcile and forgive estranged parents if you can. You don't have to be dysfunctional because they are.
9. Pursue that thing you dream of now. You're going to get older anyway. Which would you regret more, doing something or not doing it?
10. You deserve to be loved. Start with yourself, become the best that you can be and live until you die. (this is a hard one for me - and no, I don't want to elaborate on this right now. Another blog for another day)
P.S. I just thought of one more: Send thank-you notes, and no, it's never too late to do it.
1. Don't blame your server for bad food. Always be polite and send compliments to the chef when applicable. (after having waited tables myself, I learned this first hand. Of course customers sometimes take their frustrations out on the waitstaff, but please folks - most of the time issues with your experience are not related to the server)
2. It's your wedding; you don't have to invite drama mama and long-gone dads unless you want to. And do not ignore Stepmom.
3. It's never too late to change bad habits. Today is a good time to begin making healthy new ones. (this is always a work in progress!)
4. Kindness is always important. Do it randomly if you must, but do it often. Pennies are a gentle reminder of heaven. (don't let yourself get caught up in the craziness of your every day life, and let those that annoy the piss out of you, take the joy and kindness out of your life!)
5. Being the other woman is a dead-end job. No matter what he says, the odds are he is never going to leave his wife.
6. Workplace romances are usually doomed. Don't risk it unless you want to find a new job. (this was one that I always knew and never crossed that line - I've seen the consequences of work relationships by seeing what others went through and it's just not a good thing)
7. Counseling is a good thing. Don't suffer for years or in silence. Get some help today. (and don't be ashamed to do it! Of course you don't have to broadcast it to the world if you get help, but if you need help, by all means please get it!)
8. Reconcile and forgive estranged parents if you can. You don't have to be dysfunctional because they are.
9. Pursue that thing you dream of now. You're going to get older anyway. Which would you regret more, doing something or not doing it?
10. You deserve to be loved. Start with yourself, become the best that you can be and live until you die. (this is a hard one for me - and no, I don't want to elaborate on this right now. Another blog for another day)
P.S. I just thought of one more: Send thank-you notes, and no, it's never too late to do it.
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