Yes, only have to work one more shift at the pizza place and I'll be off both jobs until the 19th. So happy, only flaw. . .no alcohol! Promised myself I would get drunk EVERY night of my vacation.
Here's the plan (as far as I'm gotten with it). Take survey of radio room. Figure what to take out first, what needs to be stored for donation or disposal at a latter date, what supplies need to be bought. Do it. Complication. . .my brother has his office in there. Now mind you, he hasn't been in there for at least 14 years, and the lawn mowing business he ran has been defunct for 20 odd years, but I might need to give him some of his stuff instead of just chucking it all.
I feel free to throw all of my father's stuff out out with the aception of any documentation on the house. He died in '97.
Then I will take stuff to dump, library, Salvation Army. I will buy really big cat litter boxes, and oh ya! Get front axle fixed on car.
Then, the back yard. Don't know if I will get this far. Actually this is where the dump comes in. I want to get rid of the industrial debris in the backyard, so I can use the mower next spring. And to be able to walk around there with out risking dismemberment.
OOOH, checked fridge! Have one Smirnoff Imango!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
A bit of this And That (part II)
I have decided not to finish the bullying book. I realized that I was wrong, it was effecting me much more then I wanted to admit. So, back to the library it will go.
Had a hell of a day yesterday. It's suppose to be the slow time of the year. It's not slow. No, it's not like the first year I worked for the florist, when I use to take between 20 to 30 everyday. But I am delivering between 15 to 20 most days. It doesn't help when things go wrong like it did yesterday. I had a lot of timed deliveries. These are deliveries that have to be at their destination by a certain time or during a window of time. I love those. . . oh yes I don't! I had a funeral. I thought Kristine (back from vacation, yaa!!!) had said it was in town. The tag I looked at, said the next town. Damn, I thought, as I only had 15 minutes to get it loaded up and over there. I get there, late. The worker there checked and told me it was back in my town. Araggh! I rushed it over there. It turned out the service was at seven. I had stopped in at the florist and got the other delivery for the funeral place on the way over. We thought it was for a worker there. It turned out to be for another service that started at five. Lucky that.
Delivered a plant that had been for a funeral three days ago. It had a nonexistent address, and it was addressed to another person, not the deceased. We had to wait on the sender to get back to us with a good address. It's amazing how many times this kind of stuff happens. Once we tried to deliver to people that hadn't lived at that address for THREE years! You want to send $120.00 worth of flowers to people you aren't close enough to know that they moved three years before?
Called the dealership about the car axle popping. It seems, unless I can provide documented proof that the CV boots were inspected in the last two years (since they saw it), I have to pay for it. Worse case scenario is $400.00. I called up the shop that did the thermostat, $100.00. Although I am willing to bet money it will take the $229.00 of that lost paycheck I found in my glove box, that's going to be reissued this week. Bet cha.
Got my hair cut again at the beauty school. Looks great! Wish I had though of this years ago. Total, $4.50, and I tipped the girl five dollars.
Vacation starts next week. I can hardly wait, even although I am going to working my ass off on the house.
While I was getting Goosie and Jilly in tonight, a black cat came up on the shed roof and meowed at me. It's obviously use to people. It was like a foot away from my head. My cats weren't upset either.
I am now going to retire to my room and read another book, about the Gardener museum art theft. [Quick note on library books, there was around only 20 new books on the new fiction sheff, very scary. Maybe I should blog about that next. ]
Had a hell of a day yesterday. It's suppose to be the slow time of the year. It's not slow. No, it's not like the first year I worked for the florist, when I use to take between 20 to 30 everyday. But I am delivering between 15 to 20 most days. It doesn't help when things go wrong like it did yesterday. I had a lot of timed deliveries. These are deliveries that have to be at their destination by a certain time or during a window of time. I love those. . . oh yes I don't! I had a funeral. I thought Kristine (back from vacation, yaa!!!) had said it was in town. The tag I looked at, said the next town. Damn, I thought, as I only had 15 minutes to get it loaded up and over there. I get there, late. The worker there checked and told me it was back in my town. Araggh! I rushed it over there. It turned out the service was at seven. I had stopped in at the florist and got the other delivery for the funeral place on the way over. We thought it was for a worker there. It turned out to be for another service that started at five. Lucky that.
Delivered a plant that had been for a funeral three days ago. It had a nonexistent address, and it was addressed to another person, not the deceased. We had to wait on the sender to get back to us with a good address. It's amazing how many times this kind of stuff happens. Once we tried to deliver to people that hadn't lived at that address for THREE years! You want to send $120.00 worth of flowers to people you aren't close enough to know that they moved three years before?
Called the dealership about the car axle popping. It seems, unless I can provide documented proof that the CV boots were inspected in the last two years (since they saw it), I have to pay for it. Worse case scenario is $400.00. I called up the shop that did the thermostat, $100.00. Although I am willing to bet money it will take the $229.00 of that lost paycheck I found in my glove box, that's going to be reissued this week. Bet cha.
Got my hair cut again at the beauty school. Looks great! Wish I had though of this years ago. Total, $4.50, and I tipped the girl five dollars.
Vacation starts next week. I can hardly wait, even although I am going to working my ass off on the house.
While I was getting Goosie and Jilly in tonight, a black cat came up on the shed roof and meowed at me. It's obviously use to people. It was like a foot away from my head. My cats weren't upset either.
I am now going to retire to my room and read another book, about the Gardener museum art theft. [Quick note on library books, there was around only 20 new books on the new fiction sheff, very scary. Maybe I should blog about that next. ]
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I am reading "LETTERS TO A BULLIED GIRL"
I don't find this as distressing as I thought I would. It's about a girl named Olivia Gardner who was bullied at three different schools (including a private High School), who had a web site dedicated to hating her, who had students at one school, wearing bracelets that said that they hated her. Somehow this got out to a newspaper and these two sisters, (Emily and Sarah Buder) started a letter writing campaign to her, in order to give her hope, confidence, and compassion. The letter writing really took off and thousands of people wrote her. The book is a collection of some of them.
I was bullied as a child. I was called dog, rover, freak, had rocks thrown at me, had my lunch money stolen everyday for a semester, and was sexual assaulted. I told my parents, I told my teachers, I even told the principle of one school. This was from the second grade, up to my freshman year in High School. Nothing was done. Nothing! My mother's constant advice was to hit them back. Ya, right. I had around thirty people everyday torment me. In order to not have to beat them all up (like I could), I would have had to make a "example" of someone. How would I have escaped a girl's ranch after that? Besides I was too afraid to. It wasn't so much the pain I would have to go through, it was what I would have done to them. If I had done that, I would have killed the kid, I do believe. And I knew that about myself. I was so filled with anger about what they were doing to me.
I also knew how to make movtow cocktails, and later, different methods of making plastice out of household ingredients. I often thought about fire bombing their houses. I didn't because that would reduce me down to their level. I spent years thinking about this.
In High School, I got myself put into EH (educational handicapped). This saved my life. Thanks, Mr. Lopicolo. I was physical out of that environment by doing that. I was with the other freaks, and baby, I was happy to be there.
I have blocked most of the memories, so I could get past them. But I am scarred. This has effected all of my life. I could say the reason I deliver flowers, pizzas, even although I have a B.A. is because of what they did to me, AND THE FACT THAT NO ADULT AT ALL TRIED TO HELP ME. The older I get, the more I wonder about my parents. What the hell was wrong with them? My father never ever acknowledged that there was something wrong, even although he himself had been bullied. My Mom's little act of defiance, she quit the P.T.A. Ya, now she didn't have to give up that night for reading. It's the squeaky wheel that gets the oil, Mom.
Ya, I have issues with the adults now. I've worked through what the kids did to me. I can figure out why, what I did wrong, etc. It's what the adult didn't do, that bothers me now.
I was bullied as a child. I was called dog, rover, freak, had rocks thrown at me, had my lunch money stolen everyday for a semester, and was sexual assaulted. I told my parents, I told my teachers, I even told the principle of one school. This was from the second grade, up to my freshman year in High School. Nothing was done. Nothing! My mother's constant advice was to hit them back. Ya, right. I had around thirty people everyday torment me. In order to not have to beat them all up (like I could), I would have had to make a "example" of someone. How would I have escaped a girl's ranch after that? Besides I was too afraid to. It wasn't so much the pain I would have to go through, it was what I would have done to them. If I had done that, I would have killed the kid, I do believe. And I knew that about myself. I was so filled with anger about what they were doing to me.
I also knew how to make movtow cocktails, and later, different methods of making plastice out of household ingredients. I often thought about fire bombing their houses. I didn't because that would reduce me down to their level. I spent years thinking about this.
In High School, I got myself put into EH (educational handicapped). This saved my life. Thanks, Mr. Lopicolo. I was physical out of that environment by doing that. I was with the other freaks, and baby, I was happy to be there.
I have blocked most of the memories, so I could get past them. But I am scarred. This has effected all of my life. I could say the reason I deliver flowers, pizzas, even although I have a B.A. is because of what they did to me, AND THE FACT THAT NO ADULT AT ALL TRIED TO HELP ME. The older I get, the more I wonder about my parents. What the hell was wrong with them? My father never ever acknowledged that there was something wrong, even although he himself had been bullied. My Mom's little act of defiance, she quit the P.T.A. Ya, now she didn't have to give up that night for reading. It's the squeaky wheel that gets the oil, Mom.
Ya, I have issues with the adults now. I've worked through what the kids did to me. I can figure out why, what I did wrong, etc. It's what the adult didn't do, that bothers me now.
Monday, June 29, 2009
I Took Mr. Traffic To The Movies
To see Star Trek last night for the ten o'clock showing. It wasn't until we were underway that he told me that he has a nine o'clock appointment with the burn and wound unit. It was rather scary. I thought he was so much better, and it turns out he's still very frail. I was afraid he would not be able to walk across the lobby, then he took a rest on a bench after he did get across. Then I worried whether he would be able to make it to the end of the hallway to the movie . But he manged. He kept falling asleep during the movie and then would wake up and complain that he didn't know what was going on. But, at the end, he said it was a good movie.
I'm going to have to admit now that Mr. Traffic must be a little senile. I don't think it's the drugs making him wonky. I don't know what to do. He needs a little managing, but I don't really have the time. Then there's the fact that he can't remember what's been told to him. How am I to help him, if he can't remember the names of the organizations that are dealing with him? If I say the right name, he remembers what that name is connected to. For instance, I have discovered that the girl who "helps" him, is an employee of In Home Health Care, which was what I was trying to get for him. He said that there was a social worker, who sat down with him, and her, and decided what she could do for him. I want to talk to this social worker and find out what was decided, and why.
Mr. Traffic has decided to purge his stuff. I don't know whether it's because he realized that he couldn't get around in the house because of the clutter, or he realized it needed organization after staring at it all this time, trapped on the couch. He says that there is a ton of stuff down the side of the house, waiting to removed by the trash company. So, there will be no more pictures of the plane. He gave it away to someone. But he seems to be happy, besides complaining about his level of constant pain.
I wish I could be of more help to him.
I'm going to have to admit now that Mr. Traffic must be a little senile. I don't think it's the drugs making him wonky. I don't know what to do. He needs a little managing, but I don't really have the time. Then there's the fact that he can't remember what's been told to him. How am I to help him, if he can't remember the names of the organizations that are dealing with him? If I say the right name, he remembers what that name is connected to. For instance, I have discovered that the girl who "helps" him, is an employee of In Home Health Care, which was what I was trying to get for him. He said that there was a social worker, who sat down with him, and her, and decided what she could do for him. I want to talk to this social worker and find out what was decided, and why.
He still can't remember my phone number or where he has put it, or how to retrieve it on his phone. He can't phone anyone, because of this.
I wish I could be of more help to him.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I'm Staying Home Tonight
Have been seeing Mr. Traffic. He's much better. He's taking care of his telephone messages. A person is coming in to help him twice a week for 45 minutes. Yes, that's right , 45 MINUTES! She can do a light load of lawdry, or the dishes, or help him bath or even cook a little for him. But not vacuum or mop or clean the toilets! He does appreciate her taking out the trash. Guess who gets to pick up the slack. I'm going to see if I can contact the visiting nurse association. But, for all I know, that's who the girl works for.
Mr. Traffic can now follow the plot of a movie he hasn't seen before, which he couldn't do when he was really sick. His legs are of normal dimensions now. Only the reddish skin and the peeling dead white skins on then says that;s there is something wrong with them. He says the reddish brown color is apparently scar tissue.
However his eyesight has not returned to it's former level. He can't see to do anything really. Large print magazines with the magnifier, is all he can do. It's a good thing he has a 52 inch screen TV! He can make that out pretty good. I was suppose to take him to Lenscrafters, but I was too late yesterday, and tonight I want for myself. Eventually I have to go to Walmart and buy cat supplies tonight, but not right now.
I have been running back and forth to Lowes to get a new belt for the cooler. Have finally got the right one, and got it on by myself. I bent the pole for the float down so the water isn't running on the ground like last year. I have been unable to get the door on it off to replace the arm. I also found replacement pads, but won't get them. There are four of them on the swamp cooler. They are $70.00 EACH!!! The pads are four years old. I guess I will have to save my money up for next year.
I have set my vacation up for July 13 to 18. I will take it off from both jobs. This will kill me moneywise, but I really need a break. I have been working two jobs for four years now. I only have one day a week off. I need some downtime.
Mr. Traffic can now follow the plot of a movie he hasn't seen before, which he couldn't do when he was really sick. His legs are of normal dimensions now. Only the reddish skin and the peeling dead white skins on then says that;s there is something wrong with them. He says the reddish brown color is apparently scar tissue.
However his eyesight has not returned to it's former level. He can't see to do anything really. Large print magazines with the magnifier, is all he can do. It's a good thing he has a 52 inch screen TV! He can make that out pretty good. I was suppose to take him to Lenscrafters, but I was too late yesterday, and tonight I want for myself. Eventually I have to go to Walmart and buy cat supplies tonight, but not right now.
I have been running back and forth to Lowes to get a new belt for the cooler. Have finally got the right one, and got it on by myself. I bent the pole for the float down so the water isn't running on the ground like last year. I have been unable to get the door on it off to replace the arm. I also found replacement pads, but won't get them. There are four of them on the swamp cooler. They are $70.00 EACH!!! The pads are four years old. I guess I will have to save my money up for next year.
I have set my vacation up for July 13 to 18. I will take it off from both jobs. This will kill me moneywise, but I really need a break. I have been working two jobs for four years now. I only have one day a week off. I need some downtime.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Went And Saw Mr. Traffic Today
He's doing better. One leg is completely healed, the other almost. Size wise, they look normal. His feet are still swollen. Mentally he seems to be more alert. Still doesn't realize that his phone won't work because there is no phone jack in the room. Mr. Traffic doesn't seem to realize that he is in a locked ward facility for "mentally challenged" people. I would like to know who decided THAT. Mr. Traffic might be having a little confusion, but I think he belongs in the other care place down the road where they have phones in the room and can go and come as they please. He's still complaining about being given weaker drugs. I'm not sure whether or not he is being given weaker drug, rather that they are being given to him in the right amounts and times. I let him talk to his sister in Florida on my cell phone. She asked me to have Mr. Traffic put him on his contact sheet, so she can have access to him. Today, I have to talk to his cardiologist, and the people at the care place to find out what's going on. It all depends whether Mr. Traffic was placed under his own cognizance or whether he is under state care, or maybe even his son's in Nigeria.
I also bought him a snake lamp with a build in magnifier. The box said that it had a light in place and a spare one in the box. Well, it didn't. It had the spare light, but not one already in. And of course, the cover was held in place with screws. So, back again I will go with a screw driver. Also, two checks, from Mr. Traffic's house.
I also have to get Goosie's and Jilly's rabies shot today and paid it. I'm out of time on that. It's due on the 30Th. And work on the house. My brother is coming over tomorrow and I want no comments from him on it's state. I'm looking at it like this; the more I do now ,the more I will be able to do on my vacation. I'm going to clean out the old radio room and put the litter boxes in there and get rid of more BF's boxes. Hopefully I will be able to get to the point where people don't know I have all these cats when they come through the front door. (which is where the litter boxes are now).
I also bought him a snake lamp with a build in magnifier. The box said that it had a light in place and a spare one in the box. Well, it didn't. It had the spare light, but not one already in. And of course, the cover was held in place with screws. So, back again I will go with a screw driver. Also, two checks, from Mr. Traffic's house.
I also have to get Goosie's and Jilly's rabies shot today and paid it. I'm out of time on that. It's due on the 30Th. And work on the house. My brother is coming over tomorrow and I want no comments from him on it's state. I'm looking at it like this; the more I do now ,the more I will be able to do on my vacation. I'm going to clean out the old radio room and put the litter boxes in there and get rid of more BF's boxes. Hopefully I will be able to get to the point where people don't know I have all these cats when they come through the front door. (which is where the litter boxes are now).
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