Mother Nature Needs to Change her Drug.

I love some of the pictures that I see posted on Facebook  I am particularly interested in the effects drugs have on spiders and thanks to my Doctorate in education that I have received from Facebook U, I am full on aware of these effects.  One of my favorites is the one that shows how a common house spider will make a web after being exposed to things such as marijuana, lsd, speed and (my favorite) caffeine. 

This leads me to wonder if mother nature has found said spider's stash and has made the weather of 2013 something that we have to think about.  It has truly been a cold year so far.  We have had a sprinkling of those days where we even become unreasonably optimistic that it is going to be nice from here on out and everyone pulls out the shorts and flip flops. (Well, not me, I wear them year round.)  Only to be smacked in the face with a cold blustery day.  Today is no different.  It is colder than a ducks nuts out there to be late April and for it to be Earth Day, it is ridiculous   I remember having crazy weather but this is certainly something that makes me believe that mother nature has taken a dip in the old cocaine stash of our dear spider.

Or some such nonsense.  I wholly underestimated the cold blustery that was going on outside this morning and dared only a t-shirt.  While I recalled what it was like yesterday and know from experience that it will not drastically change overnight. I did put long sleeves on the boys and allowed Joshua his normal Hoodie, head covering, and gloves combo.  That child STAYS cold so that was nothing new for him. But I tell you the cold was biting me this morning. By the time I got to the bust stop my chin was even cold. I was all like....chatter.....chatter.....O.o.

At any rate, I guess we are going to have to make more of an effort to halfway believe what the beloved weather man says on the news every night and morning. It is the only way I certainly am not going to run into that problem again.  I tell you, cold without snow is uncalled for. What is worse, is that this kind of cold is certainly insane this time of year. I don't do cold well and am so ready for the warm to begin.  I know, you don't want to hear me screaming about the blistering heat this summer but that is what fans are for and I am so ready for warm to be here, I cannot convey it to you in this forum

So, lets all make our wishes now so that this crappy cold weather will go away. At least for a few months. 

The Future of Tech Support

Many of you already know that I am a technical support representative by trade.  Good times.  Goooooood times! (Cosmoism) It never occurred to me that the children pay attention to what I do when I am at work. Yes, I work from home doing this stuff.  In every technical support situation or any electrical "fix it" situation, you begin with checking that it is plugged in properly and unplug everything and then plug it back in one piece of the equation at a time.  Simple stuff.  That will fix about seventy five percent of your issues then it goes into the more complicated stuff.

Before I began to do this, the way to fix things was to beat the holy crap out of the thing or kick it and pray that it continues to work for at least the next three months or so as you begin to save funds to replace the thing being stupid in the first place.  What did your television ever do to you?

With all that background, let me get to what I am ranting about.  I often worry about what our number nine is going to do when he becomes a functioning member of society.  I would hate to think that he is going to work at a fast food restaurant for the rest of his life as a burger flipper.  I know he loves his video games and taking things apart and he can pick apart a game to the very stitch.  That is something.  There are actually jobs out there developing video games and what not.  His math skills are excellent and he loves math period!  If reading were to be as fun for him as math, he would be dangerous! (The next Dr. Sheldon Cooper???) So we talk about that a lot and he loves electronics.  Great!  There is a future there at the moment.

I was sitting in here on FaceBook (what else do I do with my free time?) and there must have been some issue with the living room tv as I heard the following conversation:

Nine: Joshua! Don't hit it! That won't make it stop!
Six:  But that fixes the other TV!
Nine: I know but we are going to try something else.
Six: OK.
Nine: Turn the TV off first, then the cable box and let me check something.
Six: ***turns off the TV then the cable box***
Nine: I have to check and make sure it is plugged in to the wall. We may have knocked it loose playing Xbox yesterday. ***Grunts and mumbles as he crawls behind the TV stand to check the plug***
Six: Can I turn it on yet? I wanna watch Robot and Monster!
Nine: NO! Let me get out of here first. We are going to turn things on one at a time!
Six: ***pouts*** Ok.
Nine:  Ok, now, Turn the cable box on first
Six: ***pushes button***
Nine: Now turn the TV on.
Six:  Yay!!!!! We did it!  It works!
Nine: Told ya to listen to me, we have to do it one at a time or it wont work. You don't have to hit it.

For my fellow WAH peeps that have worked in Tech Support. You can imagine how proud I was sitting here listening to that interaction!  I was beaming so loud you would have thought the Sun came to visit my office.

Anyone else have a WAH story to share?

Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening. By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound's the sweep

Of the easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

I love this poem.  I learned it in the fifth grade and it is one of my favorites. Thought I would post it today. I also like Shel Silverstein. Any of you dear readers have a favorite classic such as this?

I have been away for a few days.

Just wanting to let my dear readers know that I have been working some extra hours and I will be back this weekend with some more skewed opinions and Rants.  Stay tuned!

Priorities, how did they ever get askew?

I normally do not get into politics but I promised this to be a reader driven blog and I am going to give this a go.  Our country is presumed to be filled with the most patriotic group of homosapiens on the planet. However, what is patriotism when we value fame over selflessness?
I hear that our beloved President flew the flag at half mast for the death of a superstar and not for someone who died in the line of duty defending our rights that we take for granted in this country.  Hmm....that sounds a little off to me. Before I go on with this rant, let me get some things out of the way. I do not want any misconceptions nor am I trying to start political drama on my page.
1.  I am not Obama bashing nor am I against the government or for it.
2.  I am not familiar with this story until just now.
3.  I refuse to argue politics (or money for that matter) with anyone.
Ok. Now that is out of the way, lets continue.  Often times, we become so engrossed with some thing or another (yes, I meant to separate that word) that we fail to realize the important things in our jobs and in our lives.  Obama is trying to do the job to the best that he can with the hand that he was dealt all the while showing that he is just as human or as "cool" as the next guy.  Ok, so he chose to honor someone that let their life run them over.  In her day, Whitney had it made and she allowed all that fame and money turn her into a miserable excuse of a human being.  That is how many people who endure the disease called fame.  They let it get to them and they allow it to railroad their very souls and turn them into a drug addicted monster that ends up with a sad ending to the chapter we call life.  Whitney made some music that spoke to a great many people and affected peoples lives in more ways than the music itself.
In the 8th grade, I had a lovely Mr. Henderson as our main teacher (Mary Crabtree and Carrie Andrews can attest to that) that was SO infatuated with this woman that we were forced to listen to her music and how Goddess like she was (even though I personally believed this man to be prejudice.)  Now, as a middle schooler, I was more interested in "headbanger" music and the thought of listening to one more bar of "Iiiiiiiiiiiiiieyiiiiiiiiiii will always love youuuuuuuuuuIIIIIII" made me puke.  But, nonetheless, she affected my life.  I reflected on that and wondered how old Mr Henderson felt when Whitney did overdose.
But I digress.  So Obama chose to honor her.  Ok. I get that. He IS human, after all.  As a side from that, maybe he was so busy doing presidential things that he forgot the then unknown Chris Kyle and failed to mention the acts of valor he did for this country and that he died honorably in the line of duty.  Regardless of the fact that he did have the most confirmed sniper kills and had an impressive military career, so have countless others who have died while on active duty and on leave as well.  Yes, Obama, you should have acknowledged Chris Kyle or at least chose to honor Whitney Houston in a different way.
Priorities a little skewed?  Professionally, yes.  But our dear President is human.  Humans do make mistakes. However, as president, he does need to put a little more thought into what is more important, our rights the forefathers put a great deal of thought into or someone with the privilege to allow FAME to run them over like a Mack truck.  Hmmmmmm.

Tattle, Disappear, and Stalk

Yes, it has all happened to us.  The one person on your Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, MySpace, whatever that has reported you, blocked you, and is now stalking you from a fake page they created.  Of those that have such a fan, I am certain at least 2/3 of you have done it yourselves.  Don't lie.
Aside from it being dangerous (depends on the situation,) I think it is flattering that they would go to great lengths to actually go to all the trouble to block and stalk me via social network.  To take up that much time in someone else's life that they could use constructively doing something else such as finding a job, reading a book, or some other meaningful activity.  But NOOOOOOOOOOOO they want to use that precious time going to great lengths to figure out what it is that I am doing and trying to be sneaky about it.
Yes, folks, you must be important if you have a "fan."  I am sure I have a couple myself.  I am also certain my fans are reading this right now thoroughly convinced that I am talking about JUST them.  Ah, I hate to disappoint, (but I do that so well!) this rant is not aimed at any person or group, be it imagined or real.  This rant was suggested by someone that wanted to hear about it so, you, my stalker will have to keep your thrill for another day.  You know who you are.
I will even tag a few people in this posting who have fans of their own just so they can share in the joy of the fact that we are of an elite group.  No, we are not famous by any means. However, we do have that "speshul" someone that simply adores to take things out of context (especially from our Facebook status updates) and use the trusty old snipping tool to copy things from our timelines and make a lovely little scrapbook.  They honestly believe they can use that to their advantage huh?
Yes, we all have them.  The fan that believes that we spend our every waking breath thinking about them when we are, in truth, living our own lives and only merely annoyed by the fact that there is someone out there that believes that we have to think about them on a daily basis so they do retarded things simply because they have nothing better to do.
Tsk Tsk I say.  Get a life, a hobby, Hell, read WAR AND PEACE or GONE WITH THE WIND.  It will certainly keep you occupied much longer than anything I have done in the past fifteen minutes you were not looking at my Facebook (with baited breath, assuming that the next thing to pop on the screen is about you when in reality it is because the jackrabbit driving that damn Acura cut me off at the stop light on the way home.) Remember road rage?
Yes, clear example here:  How in the sam hill can my road rage about just that situation be about you when the following are true:
1.  You don't drive.
2.  You were not anywhere near where I was driving when I was referring to that incident AND how do you even know it was today if I didn't say so?
3.  You seem to think my mind was aiming that at you when you were the furthest thing from any brain cell currently in use in my COUNTY.
It is a shame isn't it?  Truly it is.  Again, here is my disclaimer:  This is NOT aimed at anyone real or imagined, nor is it intended to poke fun or offend anyone.  So, there is no need to REPORT me for no reason when it will not work in your favor, BLOCK me all day long, that way, I will not see your mug on any friends list of mine nor will I see any interaction you have with anyone I may or may not know and STALK away.  If I stress you out that much that you are drooling over my page then, I must be very, very important to you.
Thanks to Melinda for suggesting this rant and the others tagged, truly appreciate your fans.  You know who you are and your fans know who they are. Mine certainly do! :)

What is with the whole girly thing?

I remember when I was pregnant with our first child together. We found out we were having a girl and I had so many fears! Not the normal fears of a healthy child with all digits, no. Fears like, how am I supposed to play Barbie and nails and hair. Uck!  When I was a child, I was nothing like that. I hated to wear dresses and loved to collect slugs in a coffee can. Yes, Tomboy all the way.

Now I was faced with a creature that had the potential to be something that I wholly was not.

To my suprise, while she was a dainty little six pounds, she was perfect in every way!  I often tell people she was born with a football in one hand and a pair of sneakers in the other because she was my little tomboy!  She loved to dig in the dirt, play ball, and hang out with dad while he was fixing the cars. Every thing that I did as a little girl.  Certainly the twinkle in my eye and the diamond in the rough! I still had my fears. Make up, boys, etc.  However, as history proves, she is still such a gem!  She loves to do her own thing. Hates dresses, loves to throw the ball and uses very little makeup if any.

I could not be more proud.  For those of you who are new moms, fear not. Your child will be perfect in your heart no matter what they do and it is even more fun when their interests are right up your alley!  All of our children are wholly different from the next and that makes each of them perfect!  We have the shoe lover, the ladies man, the football player (our girl!), the soldier and the peace loving hippie. Each very special and very perfect in their own way.

I just had to write about that this morning. You know this is not my normal Rant but, sometimes, you are just so overfilled with love or emotion about something, you simply have to put it in words. Isn't that what blogging is all about? I think so!