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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Random Tuesday Musings

Home. Where do you define it? Is it where you live now or where you grew up? OR-is it where you were born?

For me...it is where I grew up and where I make my home location-both-BUT...they have different home feelings if that means anything or makes sense. It makes sense to me. It's where the heart is, right? But when I think of HOME...it is Farson, Wyoming. I think I could find my inner peace anywhere in Wyoming, but when you go into Mitch's Cafe in Farson...there is always a familiar face and big greeting. It always was home.

I don't know what it means to Bug. I've asked the question, but I get a vagueness stemmed from the teenager mind. Maybe she will come to know and understand that later.


For now, I feel comfortable in the Harry Potter House. It is a happy house. I am attached to it, but not seeing myself forever living there. But while I am, I will be a good steward and improve it as I can.

Now...the state. Right now I am so not happy with the backwoods/backwards government. I even tweeted non-stop to Gov. Pence. Think they might send black helicopters my way? Nah. It wasn't hateful. It was asking for a repeal of the religious freedom law which to me makes no sense how they can pass something in contradiction to federal law and civil rights. 

Oiks. No cake for me!


Our university president even sent out a public statement. For the most part, people are shouting out for action to repeal it. I do have friends near and far who think the law is a good idea based upon the fact that religion has come under fire and it is almost a "crime" to have religion. I understand this as well. I just don't think this law is the answer and it's like moon walking to woods. Shameful.


Word to the Govnah!


In the last week, so many huge events have pulled out like a train or...or just like the old "let's not get sperms in there pullouts" and may never return. Talk about economic impact. And the Governor didn't see that coming? Duh. This state's economy sucks ballz anyway. You can't find a good paying job anywhere. Plus, the government corruption and mishandling of funds is immense. So stupid is as stupid does. And they wonder why the state flounders.

Another thing getting my goat? Weather. It sucks ballz. I have a box of ammo to review and I want to get to the range. This last weekend...17 degrees...30 degrees...rain. Ugh. Thursday...I have the first day planned to get there after work and I have to go speak to a class. BEAT ME! #*$%)_@#*(&$_@$ Lots of symbol cursing going on. 



Have I felt my crack moment from my B12 shots? Nope. Not one thing. Have I felt better? Yes. Mostly from the organic food intake, I surmise. Today is a struggle. At 10:00 am, I ate my breakfast and my lunch. Why? Because I was hungry. I must choose and package meals together in thingies more wisely. I also forgot my nuts. I know. You don't say? Yes. My boost of protein before workout. Poop. Shit. 

I had a crazy weekend and time to get back on schedule. Last night Bug and I worked out in our garage. I was kicking my own ass with my jump rope. I have a high quality Rogue jump rope. It's a really really go fast and efficient competition jump rope. Go really really fast now. Still have not mastered the double unders in a long run, but I can master the speed of singles. Bad thing is when it stops. Yeah. F*uck that. I know what it is like to get caned in the shins. 



I had worked out on lunch also. It was mostly neck exercises and posturing. That's what I call walking with a book on your head. Only my book is imaginary because I don't want to look too stupid in the gym...just sorta odd.  And the other thing? I hate vagina sweat when you have to go back to the office. Yes. I clean myself up, but it is humid in there and the condensation continues even after you clean up and change. It's Hoo-ha Sauna with undertones of Bahamian Blast and Hawaiian Night Bliss. Blah. I also hate butt crack sweat. I always wear black so you can't see the stream from the front or the back. It just lays there. Accumulating. Going somewhere. Running. Dripping. In a puddle. Feels like... you peed your pants. Smells like...Yeck. No I don't bend down there and smell myself while running. I just imagine it smells like a tuna in the locker room. Ok. That was creeptastic. 

What did you learn about today? Oh...I read about Fargo's vagina. 

Yeah. Sorry. Many moments of your life I can't give back. You're welcome!






Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Anthem Claims Do Not Cover Boobs On The Ground

Today is melancholy. I have often wondered what color that is. So I Googled it. Apparently, it is blue. Hmm... I don't know, but I was thinking it was kind of green. Maybe because it had the word "melon" in it.

Watching the Robert Durst story unfold. The Jinx is on HBO, but I am also keeping up with the news as well. Bizarro.

I was informed of a young man from home who passed last night. His parents used to live down the road from me when I was a kid. I knew him when he was little. He was 36. It makes me kind of numb and thankful for my life at the same time. He left behind a wife (whom I also knew and went to school with her older sister and brother) and little boys. Lots of prayers sent their way.

Anthem insurance. Not sure how I feel about them right now. They say the breach was the university. The university says it was Anthem. Love that finger pointing to avoid liability. I received my assessment of the billing for my neck. I am not thrilled about that. It seems they are not paying for any of it. What do we have insurance for? LOL. Dammit. Oh, yeah...to give our identities out to hackers.

Buying organic will break your bank. Now it is time to assess just what I will invest in and what will have to be passed on. I can tell you, paying $2.79 for a dozen of organic eggs goes farther than $9.68 for a couple of organic chicken tenders. Funny because regular "crap" eggs cost $.79 a dozen. Big disparity. So what do you do? Go against the grain and count your chickens before they hatch. Putting the egg before the chicken. Duh. I am no math wizard, but I know what works in the budget.

Bug has been very good in the last week. Not sure, but I think I am waiting for the lull before the storm to be over soon. Teen hormones. However, I worry about her. It's the motherly thing to do. Am I good enough to her? Am I teaching her the right things? Is she doing well both mentally and physically? I sometimes think what I do or say today will make the wrong impact on her later. Ugh. The pressure! Note to self: in next life...be a OB/GYN or pediatric nurse who hugs babies and gives them to parents. How can you go wrong with a hug, right? Oh, wait. Great idea. I'm going to hug Bug more often!

New Princeton study says US is no longer a democracy. That should scare the hell out each one of us. What do you think?

It's cold. I am not happy about that. I want to go to the range but I don't want to freeze my ass off. I like my firearms but not when they are frozen to my hands.

This morning, at 0450, I was super lazy. Moose had to pee so I in my flannel jammie bottoms and t-shirt, boobs hanging to the ground, took him outside. It was entirely too cold for March 24, so I stood in the warm door way and leaned out so he could go a few feet away. I pretty much have adopted the ghettohood way of life. The leash was about 10 ft long. In the darkness, I saw movement in the alley and heard the familiar noise. It was my behind neighbor who is a retired engineer. He was walking his Corgi as he always does. However, usually his first walk is at 0800. He must not have been able to sleep. Needless to say, I was embarrassed. I picked my boobs up off the ground, held them and covered them up for obvious reasons and said, "Howdy. Top of the morning to you." I did not apologize for my looks nor my twangle of British and Western. I took Moose inside. He did not utter a word. I don't think I can face him again...the neighbor, not Moose.

In my mind I did not look like this, but I wished I had...

Photo credit: Pinterest: bodymindsoulfit.blogspot.com


I'm pretty sure me and Maxine iz kin...



Screw you, Anthem, for not covering my neck bills. I'm pretty sure my boobs would not be in this predicament if my neck would hold everything up.


Monday, March 23, 2015

Pickles

So...I know everyone is dying to hear this story. I was called by Johnny The Preacher Man's daughter to attend a soup supper and bible study with the added plug that one of the elderly ladies really missed me and was having a hard time. Yes, guilt set in. So we went and had a nice time fixing soup for the church congregation. Then we went upstairs for bible study. There was the lovely Miss Ora who is General George Patton's first cousin. She is proud of that and I brag about it for her because it is cool. She is a delightful lady.

We hugged and caught up on things. It made her sparkle to see me and she cried when she saw me enter the sanctuary. I was glad to see her as well.

Anyhoozle, so begins the lessons in Romans. We are talking about the Ten Commandments when all of a sudden, Johnny the Preach Man says this, " Listen, folks, I know we have a police officer in the midst and bless her, but I need to tell you. The police are not our friends anymore. If you are questioned by the police, you should always refuse to speak to them and ask for your attorney. If they continue to ask you questions, you should still stand firm and ask for an attorney. Never. Not even if you witness something because getting involved and things...they twist the truth. I have seen it too much. It is happening all over America."

Yep. Beat me.

What the? went right through my mind.

So...I interjected into this ridiculous jab at me (or at least I took it as a personal jab-why? I think he is bitter I left the church) and I said, "Actually, if you have to say it more than once, they are violating your civil rights."

Boom.

Not that I didn't agree with the fact I would advise people who are suspects to ask for their attorneys. Duh. It was more than that. He was talking about something AGAIN outside of the scope of bible study and the messages get lost in his political bandstanding. Drives me nuts. He also was negative toward police and by golly, that gets my goat. And I don't even have goats.

I suffered through the rest of the allotted hour which took two because he kept going on and on. I was sitting with gritted teeth and fake face listening to his beratement (that is a word) of law enforcement and his stance on how the Christian school teaches all the kids to never talk to police and ask for a lawyer. Really? Again, I would argue with anyone that they do not understand these things until they are older and I believe the tone and way he is teaching this is giving them the idea that police officers are not there to help them, but to put them in jail. So...if a kiddo is a witness to a crime...he is supposed to ask for a lawyer? Puhlease.

I took that as my cue to never return.

Unfortunately, I will miss Ora and I do enjoy the folks. And I must beat myself because a while ago I was asked to help out with an event this summer and I said, "yes" and now my mind wants to say, "no". But...I gave my word. Perhaps a bird can poop in my eye in time for me to bow out gracefully.

Funny thing is...no one gave any input to his rant. I wonder if they agree or just smile and nod to get him to shut up and move on. Or perhaps they were as uncomfortable as me because of his tone and pitch.

And another funny thing is...I went to my Lutheran church Sunday and heard the message of the divine story of Easter loud and clear. The sermon was phenomenal as was the choir. It was peaceful. All wrapped up within an hour. Because that is how Lutherans roll.

Oy.

Is it just me? Am I the only one who gets in pickles?