tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142735742009-11-08T03:28:29.987-05:00Just daily crap that goes on in my life, and me venting about it.Aprilnoreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-9993361965428761152008-11-30T10:51:00.002-05:002008-11-30T10:53:36.442-05:00

Well, it's happened again. My husband's contract ends December 31, 2008, so he'll be unemployed after that date.And, this just really sucks.The last time it happened, he was unemployed for nine months. This time, things are different in that we have two boys in college. If I thought that things were tight four years ago, they are going to be ultra-tight this time.Anyone need a good Oracle DBA?

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-16680431516980409652008-11-29T08:24:00.003-05:002008-11-29T08:39:57.099-05:00

I am going to have to do it again. I've been sitting at this computer all morning long, playing around with my blogs instead of writing my articles (I have a December 6th deadline, and 15 more articles to write.....jeezul petes) and the tags inside of this stupid hoodie I'm wearing are KILLING me. Ever since I developed this C5/C6 problem with my neck/back more than nine years ago, the area back

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-79246927792583162842007-07-14T07:40:00.000-04:002007-07-14T08:25:33.207-04:00

The workday at my place of employment starts at 8:00am. I arrive about 7:45am each day. My co-workers stagger in as they please; Larry is usually there before 8:00am, as is Ryan, but Bill gets there about 8:10, Steve – the owner – any time he pleases, Andrew – the owner’s son and our plant manager – gets in about 8:30, if at all, and Neil – the boss – takes his leisure and strolls in about 8:

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-80861662763869274072007-07-09T14:27:00.001-04:002007-07-09T15:14:16.142-04:00

So, I'm standing in the kitchen on the 4th of July, getting ready to put steaks on the grill for 17-year-old Philip, for hubby John, and for me. John's birthday is the next day but I think, "What the Hell. I'm off work today, I'll make steaks for John for his birthday a day early since he's 'on call' and working from his basement computers." I prepare the raw steaks and heap them in a pile on

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-76702726300257806472007-04-09T12:35:00.000-04:002007-04-09T13:02:49.334-04:00

The episode I'm about to recount happened March 20th, and I'm just now able to blog about it. When it happened, I really was in no frame of mind to vent about it because I was so distraught. Now that time has passed, I can vent here. Get ready.March 20, 2007I got to work at 8:00am, per usual, and got to work typing yet another epistle that the owner, Steve, had written the day before. Steve's

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-49131967642103855722007-02-10T12:15:00.000-05:002007-02-10T12:24:29.209-05:00

So, he comes to my desk, where I’m eating my lunch, during my lunch hour, and says, “Miss April, I don’t mean to bother you during your lunch break, but…”And in my head, I’m retorting, “Then why ARE you bothering me during my lunch break, if you don’t MEAN to?!”Yet, I sit still and watch Larry's mouth moving, not hearing his words, because I’m listening to the dialogue in my head:Larry: “Whu, whu

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1168950036011641222007-01-16T06:45:00.000-05:002007-01-23T14:23:05.216-05:00

Hey.......Selena......you posted this comment in response to my last blog entry:"why are you paying child support? why dont you have custody of your own children? that is what is really pittiful.. if you have money to pay him you have money to have fought to get them back...SELENA"Number OneI DO have custody of my children, you sanctimonious, judgmental, pious hussy. I have joint custody of them

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1168442418559285042007-01-10T10:16:00.000-05:002007-01-10T10:20:18.576-05:00

This morning; 9:46amI’m at work and I called the child support office just now to tell them that my daughter, Sarah, graduated high school last year, and is 18 years old.The law states that she must continue to be on my child support bill until the end of the calendar year of her 18th birthday.So, I called to let the lady on the other end of the phone know that Sarah’s father is no longer

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1166368580871058122006-12-17T10:15:00.000-05:002006-12-17T10:18:00.656-05:00

Wow. Yesterday made 25 days being smoke-free for me.And it was a really rough day.The last time I quit smoking, I remember when I approached week four, it was Hell. I dunno why. I am approaching week four right now, and I STILL dunno why I'm having such a difficult time. Yesterday was very bad. Allow me to try to explain what I'm feeling now, as opposed to what I was feeling when I had my last

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1165586134522358482006-12-08T08:54:00.000-05:002006-12-08T08:55:34.543-05:00

So, John and I are sitting at home Wednesday night, watching TV after a long day at work. At 7:35pm, John gets a call on his cell phone. It was 17-year-old Philip, calling from work. He fell in the kitchen at work (he busses tables in a restaurant) onto the tile floor and cut his eye.We race over to the restaurant and find him sitting in the manager’s office, text-messaging people on his cell

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1165274250726578872006-12-04T18:14:00.000-05:002006-12-04T18:17:30.746-05:00

It started last Tuesday night. I was laying in bed, on my back, flipping channels on the TV, praying for sleep to overcome me so that the pain would stop. My lower back was tight. You could have bounced a quarter off of it. The next day, the pain became worse, but it was bearable. Wednesday night as I lay in bed again, waiting to fall asleep, I couldn't lie on my back because of the pain. Instead

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164835923036198352006-11-29T16:30:00.000-05:002006-11-29T16:32:03.056-05:00

So, before Ben leaves to go back to college this past Sunday, his new credit card (Kmart/Sears) arrives in the mail Saturday.John didn’t open the piece of mail addressed to Ben – his reasoning, "He’s an adult and it’s his mail."April DID open the piece of mail addressed to Ben – her reasoning, "He’s an irresponsible adult who opened a credit card account on a whim – for a freakin’ GAME – and

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164802127420438882006-11-29T07:07:00.000-05:002006-11-29T07:08:47.456-05:00

If someone had told me a week ago that I wouldn’t be craving a cigarette first thing in the morning after not smoking for six days, I wouldn’t have believed them.But, ‘tis true.Yesterday made six days smoke-free for me. And yesterday morning, while drinking my coffee and taking my supplements, I did not want a cigarette. In fact, I can honestly say that I didn’t crave a cigarette at all

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164552400989751612006-11-26T09:46:00.000-05:002006-11-26T09:46:41.006-05:00

I watched a documentary last night on The History Channel about the history of tobacco and its uses. It wasn’t a biased program – anti-smoking Nazi’s, et al – rather, it was truly about the history of tobacco – from the growing of it originally in the Americas by Native Americans for various needs, to the distribution of it across the world, thanks to the Europeans who had the means to ship it

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164459316788479662006-11-25T07:53:00.000-05:002006-11-25T07:55:16.806-05:00

It's now been 84.5 hours since having a cigarette. Yesterday and last night were surprisingly easy. I found that I didn't think about smoking very much at all. The dreaded 72-hour "sink or swim" mark came and went, and I didn't even make note of it. It was very smooth sailing.This morning is a different tune altogether.I woke up early this morning and lay in bed, wanting to get up because my

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164367797592899512006-11-24T06:28:00.000-05:002006-11-24T06:29:57.606-05:00

Fifty hours. That’s 5-0. Fifty HOURS since I had a cigarette.And, yanno what? I’m sitting here at 6:00am – get this – drum roll, please – I’m not craving a cigarette this morning.WOO HOO!! You GO girl!!It’s great to be able to sit here and drink my coffee and take my vitamins without having to jump up every twenty minutes and smoke a cigarette on the back porch. When I let the dog out this

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164287557504011412006-11-23T08:10:00.000-05:002006-11-23T08:12:37.526-05:00

As of this moment, it’s been 36 hours and 50 minutes since I smoked a cigarette.And, as of this very second, I wish to God I had a cigarette to smoke.That’s just the way I feel right now. I do know that this feeling will pass, however. It doesn’t help that I have a freakin’ headache the size of Texas right now, and that I had wild dreams that woke me up last night every hour, on the hour –

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164202191518677752006-11-22T08:27:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:29:51.563-05:00

So, John gets a call from Ben the other night. I didn’t talk to the kid, so I don’t know exactly what was said, but here’s the story in a nutshell.First......let me ‘splain that Ben NEVER calls unless he wants something, and it’s usually money (like any other kid at college, I presume). Anyway, he calls to say that he won a raffle at the local WalMart for a chance to buy one of two new Sony

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164201433852168772006-11-22T08:07:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:17:13.856-05:00

It's 6:12am and I'm still smoke-free. Nearly 12 hours now. Wow.So, I’m at work last week and the nature of my job is that I greet all visitors who come to the front door, and sign for packages from vendors, and take the mail from the mail carrier. Our regular mail carrier, Jack, is off and another guy – I forget his name, so I’ll call him Butch – brings our mail that day. I have a dish of

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1164200745474101292006-11-22T07:59:00.000-05:002006-11-22T08:05:45.723-05:00

Okay. Third attempt at quitting smoking.It’s 4:10am and I can’t sleep. I had my last cigarette last night at 7:03pm. I sit here at this computer just moments after washing my upper arm with soap and hot water, drying it thoroughly with a towel, and slapping a 21mg nicotine patch on my arm. I’m wanting a cigarette in a really bad way.Now it’s 4:22am and I’m sitting here with my cup of coffee,

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1157286363104595192006-09-03T08:17:00.000-04:002006-09-03T08:26:03.116-04:00

Holy crap, it's been three months since I've made an entry here! Wow. Time flies.There are two things going on with me physically lately, and I need to post about them.Number One: tomorrow will make three weeks that I've been eating totally on-plan. I've lost seven pounds during that timespan, so I'm very happy about that. I formulated this plan a month ago and put it into action so that I could

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1148832296882039112006-05-28T12:04:00.000-04:002006-05-28T12:04:56.900-04:00

So……..John gets an overdue notice in the mail yesterday concerning those library books Abby checked out. He was upset. I didn’t say a word. He asked Abby where the books are. She said “one is at school”.I’ve got a newsflash for you, John. You’ll NEVER see those books again, so you may as well fork over the cash for replacing them. I didn’t say that aloud, however, because of an event that

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1147974612182155022006-05-18T13:48:00.000-04:002006-05-18T16:27:44.096-04:00

John and I don’t argue. It’s a fact. In the six years we’ve been together, I can count one time that we actually had a huge disagreement, resulting in me raising my voice in righteous indignation.This morning’s events were worse because there were no raised voices or arguing. There was only apathy.I got ready for work and was downstairs in the kitchen gathering my purse, getting ready to head for

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1143904602969927372006-04-01T10:14:00.000-05:002006-04-01T10:16:47.850-05:00

So, Ben came home for Spring break two weekends ago and everything started out hunky-dory. He didn’t have any laundry for me to do and I was stunned. He didn’t bring anyone with him – mark me even more stunned. And just in case he had any notion of making a repeat performance of his Christmas break by bringing his friend, Joey, home every freakin’ night and eating us out of house and home, I

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14273574.post-1137606545352672002006-01-18T12:46:00.000-05:002006-01-18T12:51:29.970-05:00

So, it’s 5:30am and the alarm clock goes off as usual. I get up, stumble downstairs to the kitchen, fill my 16-ounce Styrofoam cup with water, and stick it in the microwave for 1 minute, 45 seconds for coffee water. Then I walk over to the back door, put my hand on the knob, and tell Hershey to drag her butt off the couch and get outside to do her business. I open the back door and there’s a good

Aprilnoreply@blogger.com0