Friday, November 25, 2005

A not-so-frantic Friday

It is very beautiful and very cold here in Southern Indiana.  Thomas is hunting all day, and Andrew is spending the day with some friends, so Eler Beth and I have spent the day together.  (I am worn out!)  We had breakfast and lunch out and we did some shopping. 

We have a new Bass Pro Shop nearby that just opened a couple weeks ago.  She and I went back there again today.  It is really a nice place.  There must have been a couple hundred people there.  They have a really nice embroidery shop there where they can embroider just about anything you want, and you don't have to buy the item to be embroidered there. 

Of course Thomas has his eye on one of the boats there and also on another tree stand.  Eler Beth bought a bird watching kit and a book on identifying birds.  I enjoy the old photos and antique toys, books and even utensils that they use to decorate the store.  They have a big tank with some huge catfish in it, and a waterfall.  The third floor isn't finished yet, but there will be a restaurant up there. 

I bought Eler Beth a new dress coat which she really needed.  She has grown so much in the past year.  And I bought a sweater for myself.  So it's just been a nice, lazy day.  I really needed to be home cleaning, but it was too nice to stay inside.  And it wouldn't have been fair to Eler Beth to keep her in all day when the guys are out having fun, now would it?  Now I'm making a big pot of homemade vegetable soup for dinner.

I'm free to spend a little time on the computer now, so I'll probably pop in and out all evening.  I appreciate the comments left regarding my previous entry.  Yes, it is our wish that "J" moved.  I don't know if they rent or if they bought the house.  When it was empty I can't remember if it had a For Sale sign or not.  They keep the place up very well.  It's a very attractive house, which is more than I can say for J.  He has kept to himself since that last incident.  I haven't even seen him walking his dogs.  I'm hoping he messes up and the police catch him at something illegal.  From what I've heard he's alienated almost everyone on our block, so maybe he'll watch his Ps and Qs, if nothing else.  And we don't let Eler Beth go anywhere near his house.  So, that's about it for now.  Just a little boring entry, all in all.  More later!

Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Love Thy Neighbor.............

I have a story I can tell now.  We live on a fairly nice street.  Our subdivision is an old one, one of the oldest in our town; and we live in the oldest part of it.  Our house was built in 1974, so we've had our fixing-up to do on it.  But we have a very big yard and there are big, old trees all along our street, including in our yard.  A lot of our neighbors have lived on this street for 30 years.  So all in all, it's a pretty good street to live on.

We are good neighbors.  We clear snow from the drives and walks of our older neighbors, look out for their homes when they're away, keep an eye on their kids when they're outside playing, mow their yards and trim their easements, even spraying for mosquitoes!  Our kids are good kids and we keep our dogs in our own yard.

But we have this one neighbor I'll call "J."  "J" moved in a few years ago, three houses down from us, with his wife or girlfriend or whatever she is.  J may be in his forties.  He could be close to sixty.  It's hard to tell.  He has long, silver hair that he pulls back in a pony tail, thick lensed glasses, several teeth missing, and he looks like he's led a hard life (probably on purpose).  When J first moved in he began walking his two young Rottweilers all around the neighborhood, stopping to chat with his new neighbors.  He stopped to chat with us one day.  We introduced ourselves and welcomed him to the neighborhood.  I petted his dogs and asked about their ages.  They were very well-behaved dogs, and you could tell he cared well for them.

I never had anything specific against J.  But he did have annoying habits, like letting his dogs step into my front yard when he stopped to chat; sometimes letting them relieve themselves there.  He didn't watch his language around me or my kids, but I really didn't rate his intelligence or his upbringing very highly, so I let it go.  I never paused to talk with him, anyway, unless Thomas was there with me.  Then I'd be civil.

Last summer he crossed the line.  Eler Beth was walking our beagle, Heidi, on a leash back from her friend's house.  Heidi pulled the leash from her hand and ran ahead of her down the sidewalk toward our home.  Just past J's house she stopped and Eler Beth caught up with her.  J stepped out of his house with his dogs who started barking at Heidi.  Heidi started into their yard barking back, but Eler Beth pulled her away.  J yelled at my daughter that she'd better "keep that d----- dog on a leash"  or he'd sic his dogs on her.  I don't know if he meant Eler Beth or Heidi.  Eler Beth ran home and told me.  She was very upset.  When Thomas got home we told him and he went down to talk to J.  He wouldn't come to the door.  Their car was in the drive and the dogs were in the back yard, but no one came to the door.  Well Thomas decided he'd better report it, so he called the sheriff.  We had an idea that maybe he'd been drinking and was now passed out.  The deputy couldn't get anyone to come to the door either, but he made a report and apparently the prosecutor called J into his office.  The deputy told us in a few days that he had denied saying that to our daughter and that he said our dog hadn't been on a leash.  Of course there was no proof either way, just our word against his and vice versa, but the prosecutor warned J about making threats and about letting his dogs run out into his front yard which is not fenced.  He also suggested that Eler Beth not walk our dogs past J's house if she could help it, and to make sure the dog was on a leash at all times.   A few days later J put up a three-foot-high plastic picket fence in his front yard.  (Which, I found out, apparently constitutes a legal enclosure.)

Apparently J carries a grudge.  He has not stopped to chat with us since.  (boo hoo)  And he has been going around the neighborhood trying to stir the neighbors up against us.  On Friday, October 29, Thomas was in the back yard doing something, and when he came out of the back yard and onto our driveway Eler Beth's Beagle pup, Bruin, ran out with him.  J just happened to be walking down the sidewalk at that time, and Bruin, being a happy, bouncing, puppy, ran straight for J, looking for some attention.  Before Thomas or Eler Beth could do anything more than call the pup's name, J stepped INTO OUR YARD and kicked Bruin in the side of the head.  Our immediate next door neighbor happened to witness the whole thing and he said that Bruin staggered in circles for a few seconds.  As soon as he had kicked the dog J drew his foot back like he was going to kick him again.  But Thomas had come up to him by then and pushed him away from the dog.  J hit the ground.  He got up and stepped toward Thomas like he was going to do something, so Thomas simply closed the distance between them and invited him to continue.  J didn't.  He went home with his tail tucked between his legs, threatening to call the police.  Afterward Thomas picked up Bruin to check him out and the older lady who lives across the street from us who had been sitting in her front yard the whole time called over to Thomas, saying, "Thomas I had my back turned.  I didn't see a thing!"  And her next door neighbor came over and said, "I'll say whatever you want me to say."  Now those are good neighbors.

Thomas did call the sheriff's office, and a deputy came out.  Apparently J had called them too.  The deputy took Thomas', Eler Beth's and our neighbor's statements, and he took pictures of the pup.  He just kept shaking his head and saying, "He's just a little pup!"  He told Thomas that it would be up to the prosecutor, but that he was pretty sure he wouldn't take it to court.  We had Bruin checked out and he was okay. 

Well Monday Thomas stopped by the prosecutor's office just to see about things, and the prosecutor told him that he'd warned J to stay away from our dogs, that he'd told J that he (the prosecutor) could understand why Thomas had pushed him, that J shouldn't have stepped into our yard, that it was just a three-month old puppy, and that he still had on file where J had allegedly threatened Eler Beth.  Later we found out in a roundabout way that J had "allegedly" offered some drugs to some of the young people in the neighborhood and the county police were keeping an eye on him for that.  And we found out that apparently he thinks he's some kind of gift to women, because he has "allegedly" tried to work his way into the  homes of at least two single females in the neighborhood.  (And they wouldn't let him in -- go figure!)

Anyway, I've wanted to write about this, because it had been on my mind so much.  I wasn't really worried about Thomas getting into any trouble, but you never know.  I haven't seen Joe since that happened.  A few days ago a pup of another neighbor of ours had a seizure (the vet said he'd been poisened; possibly had licked or drank something he shouldn't have), but all the neighbors along our block immediately figured it was J!  Turns out the pup had swallowed some glass!  But anyway, I think J has made himself scarce because we found out that he's got everybody on the block turned against him now.  Serves  him right.

Well, I'm trying to catch up again. 

Sunday was so gorgeous!  I played with my dogs for a good two hours and we finally got the leaves raked up in the front yard.  I figured I'd waited long enough.  There may be snow one day this week.

Things were hectic at work.  It always is when it's a three-day week.  I'll probably be working some overtime next week.  We can use the money, but I'm not as enthusiastic about overtime as I used to be.  But I am very enthusiastic about my four day weekend. 

Today was Grandparent's Day at Eler Beth's school.  My Mom couldn't make it this year, so I arranged to just do a half-day and I went.  It still shocks me how much she and her classmates have grown!  They are all getting so tall!

Here is what she wrote for my Mom last year for Grandparent's Day:  

                     Grandparents Are Giving

My Mamaw: 

   My Mamaw colors with me.  She spends time with me and plays with me.  She loves me, kisses and hugs me.  My Mamaw baby sits me and when she does she watches me play.  She does not get mad at me.  Instead she says "stop" in a nice way.  She watches TV with me and lets me sit in her lap.  She plays with me.  I think she is the best grandma.

And I think that is a great testimony to a Grandma.

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Meet Mars and Jupiter

Eler Beth had a substitute art teacher last week who had them draw one shape, and then, using that shape, create a "creature" of some kind.  So Eler Beth created two cute little aliens from her original shapes.  She named them after planets.  I especially like Mars.  He's cute enough to be in a story book.  I told her she needs to write an illustrated story about his adventures.  They are cute enough to share here, so here they are.  (I added explanations in case some of you can't figure out what everything is.)  Sorry if you aren't into "kid" art.  This is the equivilant, I know, of hanging my kids' art up in my cubicle and calling every visitor's attention to it.  But, hey, indulge me, okay?  

 

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Saturday, November 19, 2005

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Girls day out

Today was Girls' Day Out for me and Eler Beth.  Thomas was hunting, of course, and Andrew went to FOG (Festival of Games) all day.  So Eler Beth and I decided we'd just spend the day together. 

I asked her what she wanted to do, and she said she wanted to go to Chuck'e'Cheese's for lunch.  So, we dropped off Andrew and two of his friends at the convention center in Louisville at 6:45 am, came back and got breakfast at McDonald's and brought it home with us.  I had my coffee and napped for a while, while she watched some TV.  Then we went shopping.  Hit the mall, Wal-Mart, Once Upon A Child, and a few other places.  Then to CEC for lunch.  (NOT my favorite place.  At least they have sandwiches and salads!)  But my girl had fun, and that's all that mattered.  I had asked her if she wanted to bring a friend, and she said not this time; today she just wanted to be with me. 

We wasted some money on games, then went next door to The Dollar Tree and wasted some more money.  (I love The Dollar Tree!)

We had a good time, though.  Got home around 4:00.  All in all we had a nice day together.  Spent way more than I should have, but sometimes you have to, you know?  We both needed some Fall clothes, for sure.  I still have to pick up Andrew and his friends.  Thomas is asleep on the couch, and as I sit here typing this it looks like Eler Beth is going to sleep on the love seat.  I hope everyone is going to be able to get up on time tomorrow!

Deer Me!

Here is a pic of the buck that Thomas got last week. 


11 pointer.  175 lbs. field dressed.

Today he got a doe that dressed out at 125 lbs.

Once in a Blue Moon

While driving home after dark last night I happened to glance up at the full moon, and it looked like it had a blue caste to it.  My first thought was, "Oh no, a blue moon!  Now I have to do all those things I only do 'once in a blue moon!' "

I'm pretty sure it wasn't really what's known as a "blue moon" (when there are two full moons in one month), because I don't think we have another one of those until 2006 or 2007.  But it sure literally had a blue light to it!  I came home thinking, "Great!  Now I have to clean my house!"  But I didn't.  Guess I'll just have to wait for the next blue moon.

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Friday, November 18, 2005

Disclaimer

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The Banner Ad Fairy left me a surprise!

I'm away from my journal for a few days, and -- Wow!  Someone left me a banner ad!  What's going on?

I have been so busy and tired this week that I haven't even read my alerts.  So when I sat down to get caught up this afternoon and to make an entry in my journal, boy was I surprised! 

I think I've caught up enough to get the picture.  I'm not sure how I feel about this.  Oh, I don't really like it, but I'm not sure what I want to do about it.  I'm still thinking about it.  I have a feeling that I'm not as outraged as others who have had their journals longer.   Maybe I'm just too burned out with dealing with corporate greed already this year.  I don't know if I have any fight for this one.

I actually made this entry earlier, but my save button didn't work!!!  So then I had to hop around to find the journal that had the instructions for fixing it.  (Thank you, Celeste!)  It's very late now, and I have to be up early in the morning, so I'm not going to make the entries I was going to make.   I'll do it tomorrow.  And I may hop over to someone's journal and sign their petition.  (I can't remember whose journal it was, though.  I'll have to go back through my alerts!)   I am very tired!

Well, here goes.  Hope my save works.

Just testing.

Saturday, November 12, 2005

Correction

It was an 11-pointer, with two of the tines broken off.

First Day Success

Well, Thomas got a 10-pointer this morning.  It weighed 175 lbs. field dressed.  It was a 10-pointer, but one of the tines had been broken off.  He's cleaning it now.  Then we'll cool it down, and in a day or so we'll start packaging all those steaks and roasts, and my personal favorite, tenderloin!

Gunner's Mate, 1st Class Jeff Dowell, Jr.

I meant to make this entry yesterday.

My Dad, Gunner's Mate First Class Jeff Dowell, Jr.  He was twenty years old in this picture, preparing to head out to sea on the USS TAPPAHANNOCK, an oiler servicing the big ships in the Pacific during WWII.  

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Friday, November 11, 2005

Onamatapeia, leaves...and other things

There are things that are just inexplicably pleasurable to the senses. Things like popping bubble wrap or squeezing those little squishy things that are supposed to relieve tension – and they do! Certain words are pleasurable for the way they sound; others for the way they roll off the tongue. One of my favorite words is onamatapeia, pronounced on-uh-mot-uh-pee-uh. I may have the spelling wrong, but it’s the pronunciation that counts anyway, because it gives me great pleasure to say it..., to savor it as it rolls off my tongue.

And this time of the year, one of the things that gives me the most inexplicable pleasure is the sound of dry leaves crunching under my feet. My front yard is full of Maple leaves, and I haven’t had any urge to rake them up yet, or to have the kids or Thomas do it. They’ll have to be raked up sooner or later, but for right now I go out of my way just to crunch through them. I crunch across the yard purposefully, taking the long way to get to or from my car or the mailbox. I love the smell, too.

Of course there are times when you don’t want that crunch sound. Like when you’re making your way to your tree stand early in the morning, trying to get settled in before the deer come by. And that’s what got me to thinking about my leaves – tomorrow is the first day of gun season, so we’re getting Thomas all ready to head out early in the morning. Hope he gets one, because our freezer is finally empty of venison.

There are probably readers out there who don’t care for hunting, and I respect that. I grew up with fresh meat as a big part of my diet, and so did Thomas. We never buy beef anymore, unless it’s ground beef. Thomas usually gets three or more deer a year, so we fill our freezer and then give meat to our families and friends, and especially to people we know who are struggling to make it. It’s good, lean meat, no additives, no preservatives, and we process it ourselves so we know it’s clean and unspoilt. And it tastes great too! When it’s our deer, processed by us, there is no strong, wild flavor. And we don’t make much of it into ground meat or salami or whatever – it’s roasts, steaks, stew meat and ribs for us!  We don't hunt for the "outdoor experience", or for socializing puposes (no drinking, no smoking allowed), it's not a "get out and do something with the guys" type of thing.  (Actually, there are only a couple of men that Thomas will hunt with.  He's very particular when it comes to his hunting.)  And it isn't about the rack either.  We both prefer a doe over a buck.  So it's all about the meat with us!

Saves some money through the winter months as well.

Our kids have grown up with deer meat. When Andrew was little he wouldn’t eat anything unless you told him it was deer; so I had to preface everything with the word deer: deer-bacon, deer-chicken, deer-turkey, etc. Once when Eler Beth was little we were having dinner at my Mom’s and when I asked her if she’d like some roast beef she said, "What’s beef?"!!! She knew hamburger was from cow, but roasts and steaks were venison as far as she knew. She was about three years old, and when I told her what beef was she went running to Andrew, "Andrew, Andrew guess what we’re having for dinner! Beef! And guess what beef is! Cow!" Boy did Thomas and I feel guilty!

So I guess we’ll see if the great hunter takes one tomorrow. He probably will, but then you never know. 

Friday, November 4, 2005

Life is a Rock (But the Radio Rolled Me)...Much to my kids' embarrassment!

My baby girl is feeling better.  I kept her home the rest of the week though.  Her fever didn't really begin to go down until around noon on Wednesday.  She finally ate a little that evening.  But until today she has kept a low-grade fever.  Her doctor called yesterday to let me know that the other strep tests had come back normal.  So I guess she just had some viral infection or flu virus.  Who knows, with all the crud that's going around right now.  I don't like to see her down like that with a fever.  She's so active, it just really hurts to have her so sick.   So far Andrew has only had a sore throat lately.  He just bought one of those DDR games for Game Cube (Dance Dance Revolution), and I think he's about to wear himself out on it, though.  (You can actually see how many calories you burn using it;  maybe I should commandeer it a few days a week!)

Thomas and I had a nice, relaxing evening.  He had shot his newest muzzleloader right after work today, sighting it in, and so tonight he sat here cleaning it, and I kept him company.  Of course while he was cleaning the gun I was on the computer, messing around, and AOL Radio has been playing the best 70s music on their Super '70s station.  We were both singin' along and gettin' down! 

Oh.  I just had a thought.  Maybe that's why the kids didn't interrupt us?  You know, I was thinking how wonderful it was that they were leaving us alone and we were getting some down time, companionably doing our respective things, but enjoying the music together.  Now I realize that our jammin' was acting as a protective barrier.  I'll file that away for future reference.

Thursday, November 3, 2005

An Unexpected Punchline

Thomas came home from work with a good story today.

It seems that one of the guys (a mechanic) that works at his company had a very bad toothache yesterday. We’ll call him "J". Apparently J didn’t want to take off work to go to the dentist. Or the tooth was so bad that he thought he wouldn’t have any trouble. Or maybe he’s just an idiot.(!)  Anyway. He decided to pull it himself. At work. With needle-nose pliers.

Half the molar came right out. The rotten half.

The other half apparently had a very healthy and very long root and refused to budge.

Me, appalled, "Did he go to the dentist today?"

Thomas, laughing, "He had to! His wife made him! He tried and tried, but he couldn’t get it out with the pliers!"

Me, cringing, "I should hope not! Of all the stupid things!"

Thomas, reasonably, "Yeah! He should have used those bent-nose pliers.  They would have grabbed the tooth better!"

Wednesday, November 2, 2005

Why won't the AARP leave me alone?

I've never had a problem with age or the idea of aging.  My mother was 42 when I was born, and I never really thought of her or my Dad as being "old" even in their seventies and eighties.  They never acted old.  And although there is a large spread of years between me and the oldest of my siblings, again, none of us really seems old.  And even as a young child I always liked being around older people.

I have even thought, and indeed spoken aloud my thoughts, about looking forward to turning 50 and getting to join The Red Hat Society.  And things like Senior Discounts and AARP have actually appealed to me.  I mean, I've gotta get old, anyway, right?  So why not look forward to some perks?

Well, I'm beginning to get really irritated!

I'm 39.  I'm five months away from turning 40.  And the AARP has been knocking down my door (mailbox) trying to get me to contact them and register for all their wonderful benefits!  EIGHT TIMES so far this year!!!

Five years ago I got something from them in the mail, and I sniggered and showed it to my husband and threw it away.  Obviously a mistake.  Two years ago I got something.  Again, obviously a mistake.  Last year I got one letter.  I started to feel a trifle paranoid.  Why were these people insisting I was 50?

Now enough is enough!!  Today I got the EIGHTH letter of 2005, wondering why I haven't registered yet!  It starts out "Our records show that you have not registered to receive the benefits to which you are entitled."  I think I'll return their little form and see what happens.  I wish there were a live person I could contact to ask why they think I'm 50.  The name and address are mine.  And apparently they've been able to follow me, because the first one I got was right before we bought our current home and moved into it. 

I have my birth certificate.  I have my memories.  I have corroboration of people I've known all my life that I was actually born in 1966.  I know I'm 39.  I haven't slipped through some time warp.  I haven't pulled a Rip Van Winkle.  And for some reason, although never bothered by judgements about age before, for SOME reason, this insistance by this organization that I am 50+ has really bugged me!  Maybe I'll check their website (surely they have a website?) and see if there's someone I can contact.  Because for 11 more years I want the AARP to leave me alone! 

Women and Men

Someone once sent this to me, and I really liked it!

 

Apples and Wine

Women are like apples on trees.

The best ones are at the top of the tree.

Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just take the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.......

The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing.

They just have to wait for the right man to come along -- the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to
the top of the tree.

Share this with other women who are good apples, even those who have already been picked!

Now Men....

Men are like a fine wine.

They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the crap out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

Doesn't that just warm your heart....

A Change of Plans

I have been home for the past two days.  I had taken a PTO day for Tuesday.  I thought I'd get some work done at home and go have lunch with Eler Beth at school as a surprise.  But about midnight Monday she crawled into bed with us complaining of a headache.  She was burning up!  I took her temp and my thermometer read 102.5.  I got her some Motrin and some juice and sat up with her for awhile.  She was hot one minute and cold the next and her headache just wouldn't go away.  She finally fell back asleep with me rubbing her head.

Needless to say Tuesday didn't go quite as I'd planned.

Her fever would not stay down.  But she had no other symptoms.  She was achy and headachy, which could just have been from the fever.  No stuffy head, stomache-ache, sore throat, coughing or sneezing.  But her neck was stiff and sore; so that worried me.

So I took her to the docter.  The rapid Strep came back negative, but they took a second culture to send off.  Her throat was a little irritated, but not too much.  Her ears looked fine and they could find no congestion, neither chest nor sinus.  They did a urinalysis and it came back fine.  So the doctor said, "So I'd like to check her blood count, just to be sure."  "Okay," I said, but inwardly I was thinking, "Oh, well, shoot!  It's going to be next to impossible to get her to sit still for this!"  I didn't say anything about what was coming, but when the nurse came in and started getting everything out, Eler Beth grabbed my hand and scooted closer to me.  "Mom, what's that!" she quavered.  "We're just going to have to prick your finger and get a little blood, that's all," the nurse said.  Yeah.  Right.

It took a few minutes and a threat to call Dad to get her to unclench her fist.  My little drama queen!  "It will be over in just a minute" was countered with, "Mom, you just don't understand!"  "Remember "M" (her cousin with diabetes, two years older than she is) has to do this every day" was met with "I don't care!"  "If she can't get it all this time she'll just have to do it again" got "No she won't!"  Finally it was done.

Her white count came back fine, but the type of white cells indicated a bacterial infection, not viral.  So it probably is strep throat.  But the doctor said if the stiffness in her neck and shoulders worsened at all to get her to a hospital.  She wrote a scrip for Amoxycillin just to be on the safe side, and I'm still giving her Motrin.

It took until about 11:30 this morning for her fever to go down and stay down.  She was finally able to eat a little applesauce this morning, and she's napping right now.  But she was up and down all night, restless, so consequently so was I.  I should know by Friday if it is strep.  The stiffness is better, but she is still achy.  I was able to take another PTO for today, but I may see if someone can stay with her tomorrow.  Hopefully by Friday she can get back to school. 

As for the things I wanted to do around the house -- oh well!  I did manage to get some laundry done.  I guess the little projects I wanted to do will just have to wait for the weekend.