Happy Thanksgiving!

Diva Turkey

Kindergarten

So the kindergartner is learning F's this week. He starts with tracing and learning the sound, which involves circling pictures which begin with "F".

He missed circling a fence.

I asked him if he knew what it was. He replied very confidently.

"It is an appetizer!"

I hate the "media" anyhow

Don't really care about the accuracy of the actual story, but I'm certain it's public record, and you can check it out, if you wish. THE OVERALL MESSAGE IS DEAD-ON. I'm sick of the Anti-America sentiment. I'm sick of us being the bad guy. Are we perfect? Oh heck no! But we are better than any alternative I can think of.

Oh and ignore the cheesy, funereal music!

http://www.wtv-zone.com/Mary/THISWILLMAKEYOUPROUD.HTML

Here's to more positive reporting. I've grown up. Along the way I learned to appreciate that there are people I don't know that will die to keep me safe-whether they get that appreciation or not, just because they believe in the greater good.


Here's to them! THanks!

Scary balloon, I will bark you into submission!

I think I've got the pic thing figured out!

I think....

Where is the FREAKIN OUTRAGE?? (unusal profanity galore!)

1. Not ALL Muslims are bad. From the reading/studying both Qu'ran and Bible, it looks pretty much the same.
2. I'm neither Chrisitan or Muslim.
3. Radicals in either religion SUCK.

THAT BEING SAID....WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE?

In France, malcontent youths, from a mainly Muslim background, were torching NURSERY SCHOOLS.......

In Indonesia, Christian schoolgirls are being beheaded by Muslim psychotics....



I want the same fucking outrage that Americans received when a REPORT was given that we put a fucking BOOK down a toilet to get info from a guy who(because of his RADICAL beliefs) probably thinks it's ok to behead a schoolgirl.

Fucking media

REAL job perks

My boss is an incredible woman who I like, admire, and respect very much.
AND today I found out exactly how much the feeling is returned-a good amt. Good enough to make me REALLY happy. Being respected by someone you respect is one of those indescribable good feelings.

Personal feelings, aside, she is a darn good boss. Delegates well-no micromanaging, FIXES problems to the best of her abilities so that her employees can do a good job, fosters a sense of teamwork, logically assess situations, (I could go on for a bit...)

In fact, I know I complain about the OTHER people I have to deal with, but OUR branch of this project rocks! Everyone has something good to contribute. The only one who I didn't care for (cuz he asked me to lie about .5 hr on my timesheet-yeah, cuz that extra money really will offset the guilt about lying and stealing, not to mention the rep/consequences when it is discovered...) moved to TX.

Job perks

Sometimes my job can be, well, tedious.
Part involves inspecting the work of crude, uneducated men. Not bad guys, but ...well, crude.
We don't have much in common. It's not very stimulating.

NOT TODAY. Watching a cute, well built guy w/sexy E. European accent work up a sweat.

Today I am quite stimulated, thank you.

The Teenaged mind

So I understand why he might have thought it would be fun to model a brain with his brothers out of the monumental amount of spaghetti we had leftover. He IS my kid--waste not, creative usage--blah blah blah.

However, I do not understand why there were spiders and teeny tiny traffic cones in it.

OR WHY HE LEFT IT IN THE BASEMENT UNDERNEATH THE STAIRS.

Life is...well life

Last month I applied for and was accepted into a nationwide training program with my job for the feds. YAY for me. Well, despite the developers signature "Empowered employees can work miracles", it had no trust falls, hugging, or anything. It was great and I will benefit in the next year while I work my ass off.
I came home that weekend, spent, to a "we planned on attending a MAJOR event" with our hobby. Involves seeing who becomes the next Pres./VP. Well, you guessed it--turns out to be US! More work. Still, fun and good.

Then, not so good. That Sun. my biological g-ma died. Guilt at not knowing her well enough. Sad.

THEN, night after funeral, my mother called with worse news about my dad's health. She made it sound like he was dying tomorrow. REALLY NOT GOOD.

The thing to remember: Mom is a freaking attention seeking drama queen!! Went to actual Dr. w/Dad. Yes, there was a mass on an x-ray, but they don't think it is returning cancer. More like degenerative bone diease--(which is what they actually diagnosed yesterday.) Bloodwork doesn't indicate cancer. Yay for now.

Now, before you get all "Your mom was stressed, etc." YOU HAVEN"T LIVED WITH THE CRAZY LADY AS MOM FOR #% YRS!!!!! She's been trying to convince me he's been dying for at least the last 5 yrs--probably longer. She exagerates and downright lies to get attention. (The last thing was that she was being poisoned...) I don't even want to imagine what stories whe USED to (and probably still does) tell about ME during my period of insanity (otherwise known as my punk idiot days). I don't know most of the time if I like my own mother.

I guess it's all good--I at least know I don't suck my thumb under the bed when hit with bunches of stress.

As the hourglass turns.... (Is that the way it goes?)