Tuesday, July 20, 2004

School Time

YAY!

I just got the phone call today my son got in too the head start program in the area I am now living.

That means some peace during the week for me.

What's weird is that he is excited to be going I just hope he keeps the excitement rolling through the years.

The Lost Dr. Seuss Poem

I Love My Job!

I love my job, I love the pay!
I love it more and more each day.
I love my boss, she is the best!
I love her boss and all the rest.

I love my office and its location, I hate to have to go on vacation.
I love my furniture, drab and grey, and piles of paper that grow each day!
I think my job is really swell, there's nothing else I love so well.
I love to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers.
I love my computer and its software;I hug it often though it won't care.
I love each program and every file.
I'd love them more if they worked a while.

I'm happy to be here. I am. I am.
I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am.
I love this work, I love these chores.
I love the meetings with deadly bores.
I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men.
Those friendly men who've come today.In clean white coats to take me away!!!!!!!!

Ten Commandments of Human Relations

1. Speak to people. There is nothing so nice as a cheerful word of greeting.

2. Smile at people. It takes 72 muscles to frown, only 14 to smile.

3. Call people by name. The sweetest music to anyone's ears is the sound of his own name.

4. Be friendly and helpful. If you want friends, you must be one.

5. Be cordial. Speak and act as if everything you do is a joy to you.

6. Be genuinely interested in people. You can like almost everybody if you try.

7. Be generous with praise and cautious with critism.

8. Be considerate with the feelings of others. There are usually three sides to a controversy: Yours, the other fellow's and the right side.

9. Be eager to lend a helping hand. Often it is appreciated more than you know. What counts most in life is what we do for others.

10. Add to this a good sense of humor, a huge dose of patience, and a dash of humility. This combination will open many doors and the rewards will be enormous.

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Tears are streamming down my face right now I don't really know what is wrong either....I just feel like I wanna give up. Why finish fighting everything. I can't go on like this much longer cancer sucks and chemo is worse. I so don't want to have to have another surgery. I wonder if it is worth it at all. Why can't the doctors just cure it or cut it all out and say done. It would be so much easier. The handfulls of hair coming out are great I tell you the vommitting is better though. Depending on RK all the time to take care of the kids just eats me up. The poor guys doesn't know if he is comming or going literally. The first couple of weeks he was lucky to get a total of 20 hours of sleep combined. He was working two jobs and comeing here nightly to check on me the poor guy would come and watch Gabbie so I could sleep. Sometimes he would just rub my back and put me to sleep. Poor man has been through hell and back in just a couple of months with me. I am moody, aggitated, and right now extremely fickle. I am so fixing to just tell the Drs. to go to hell and live my life while I have it. I don't like the idea of being cut on again. Forgive the punctuation, grammar, errors it's my blog and I didn't want to correct it

Desires Before It's Too Late

1. Scented oil massage :)

2. Some flowers

3. The book called "Soon"

4. Seeing my daughter walk down the isle

5. Waking up with arms wrapped around me

6. Cooking dinner for my family as a family

7. Finish College

8. To quit being so tired all the time

9. To finally feel the love that I deserve

10. To grow old and see my grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

11. To own my own cabin with ten acres of land so I can have a garden and some livestock.

12. To make sure the kids are taken care of in case of a sudden change.

13. To have my ashes spread across an area in Oregon called The Gorge.

Ok...Not many of you will understand this weird post but this is a reminder of the things that I want to accomplish with the time I have left.
Why is it that most men that think they have some kind of superior intellectual level actually have none?

One thing that erks me more than anything is being called a liar and trying to save face by "switching channels". OMG that just drives me insane.

I have both Cisco 1 & 2 under my belt by far not easy. May I add that my average was a 104 in the first and 108 in the second.

Ok I would think that makes me somehow capable to read a freaking post made by a company denying it had a virus in it and even backed up with a couple of well known companies that also corroburates the story. To be told no that isn't right you didn't read that I must of imagined the whole freaking thing then I suppose.

The gentlemen that tells me this is the biggest pompus ass you will ever encounter in your entire life. He knows all. What he says goes.It doesn't matter if you are right or not because he is always right no matter what.

I would love to take him and give him a swift kick in the you know what.

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.............................
1. Being told that pregnant women have that motherly glow.

Yeah the glow of morning sickness and feeling like a beached whale.

2. Being told that being pregnant is the easy part.

There is nothing easy about carrying 25 lbs extra and delivering an 8 lb. 2 oz. baby out of the opening the size of a lemon.

3. Being told to go on complete bedrest.

Hey Doc did you notice that I have a 3 year old at home? Bedrest yeah right.

4. Your doctor telling you well you have gestational diabetes and that you must maintain a 1500 calorie diet a day.

You ever heard of cravings Doc. McDonalds cheeseburgers specifically.

5. Now I need you to call as soon as you feel any contractions at all.

I would of called you Doc but I didn't feel the ones that made me dialate two centimeters.

6. Stop pushing.

What? Yeah right. You push more.

7. Now are you sure you want something for the pain?

Last I checked YES! Natural labor kinda sucks when you hit 7 centimeters.

8. Would you like to cut the cord?

You mean after I just worked 12 hours to get it out you want me to pay you to stand and watch while I finish the work. No, you do it.

9. Are you sure you want to get your tubes tied you may decide later down the road you want more?

The only way I am having more kids is if a man can get pregnant. (Should of heard the laughter in the office that day.)

10. We just found something on your ultrasound you may need to be aware of.

OMG there is more than one? No, we found a mass on your right ovary. Which could rupture and force spontaneous abortion or could cause you to bleed out. 1

1. Well Ms. you can't have the surgery cause you are seven weeks pregnant.

Nice to know since I wasn't suppose to be able to get pregnant.

12. After having surgery for the hernia and the tubiligation you get woke up to a Doctor telling you "We took your right ovary because it was just riddeled."

Monday, July 05, 2004

A Mother Finally Served

Quote:

In April, a New York appeals court ruled that Leon Caldwell was entitled to a $50,000 state worker-compensation death benefit on behalf of his son, Kenneth, who died at age 30 at the World Trade Center on Sept. 11, even though Leon had abandoned Kenneth shortly after birth and had seen him only twice since. The court said that Leon "met the legal definition of a parent" (but ordered him to pay Kenneth's mother her $20,000 in child support).

I find it hilarious that the courts gave the man anything at all.

Why not just give it all to the woman that raised him and actually stuck around for her child?

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Its a shame...

That someone that is suppose to love a child could murder them by beating them to death at such at the tender age of six.

Joel Steinbberg not only killed something precious, but is getting out of prison on parole and at that with a good job.

You know, if I lived in New York I would be yelling and fighting to get his parole revoked. The child died three days after an extensive beating at his hands. He also had a child tethered to a playpen and had beaten his common law wife severely.

I am sorry, but he should meet the same fate his adopted daughter did. I wonder how often the child had been beaten previously to this beating. I also have to wonder why a mother would allow her children to be abused like this.

She worked for one of the most famous publishing houses in New York how could she not know to get out of there? I mean I understand that women stay in a relationship like that out of fear, but when it comes to your children how could she sacrifice them?

I wouldn't and didn't maybe I am suppose to be stronger than she is; but when you weigh the pros and cons it is just selfish that she would allow this to happen not only to her children but to herself as well.

When you have children, adopted or natural, you are there for them not only metally and emotionally but you are there to protect them from predators even if that is your significant other or the neighbor down the street.

Webster dictionary defines a parent as the following:

1. One who begets, gives birth to, or nurtures and raises a child; a father or mother.
2. An ancestor; a progenitor.
3. An organism that produces or generates offspring.
4. A guardian; a protector.
5. A parent company.
6. A source or cause; an origin: Despair is the parent of rebellion.

Both parents failed to do any of those things.

Even though the mother turned on her common law spouse why wasn't she put on trial? She failed trying to protect her daughter regardless if she was adopted or not she still turned her face and allowed it too happen.

I have no pity for Ms. Nassbaum because she still has her life. What about Lisa? She will never be able to have herself a family. Although the family of God is a much better place to be it is a shame that it had to be at such a young age.

What is so awful is that this doesn't just happen in the big cities like New York it happens everywhere. These poor kids want to be loved and the love they are shown is the back of a hand or a belt.