Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Letting it all hang out

I'm sure that everyone wants to hear the naked truth about my husband's experience yesterday. Rather than bore you with all of the details, I'll try to strip this down and just give you the bare essentials. :)

He called me while driving around the resort looking for the location in which the meeting was to take place. So he says. I think we all know what he was really looking for. To his dismay, there were no skinny blonde women with large breasts jogging in the nude. He did, however, come across the tennis courts where two unclothed men were hitting some balls. Ahem.......that didn't sound right. Anyway, there aren't too many mental images more disturbing than that of two old men bouncing around a tennis court in the buff. It might have traumatized my husband somewhat. I think he was ok, however, until the hairy man on the bicycle pedaled up right next to him (au naturel) and started talking to the manager he was meeting with.

I looked a little more thoroughly at the website. There is a section with a list of games. I don't want to know what "Testicle Toss" involves. And am I the only one who sees the humor in "Crab Races"? Also of note, there is a mirrored dance floor in the nightclub. I can see how that would come in handy.

I don't consider myself a prude, really. I just don't understand how it's possible to take someone seriously when they have absolutely no clothes on. And how do you schedule a nude tennis match? Since the place is "clothing optional", do you warn the other person about your planned attire, or lack of? "Hey Joe. Wanna hit the courts tomorrow?" "Sure, Sam. I think I'll go naked. How about you?"

There are so many other potential wisecracks here, but I think I'll leave it at that. If hearing about it isn't enough, you can find an entire section of photos on the site. There are a couple of tennis and volleyball shots that are priceless.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Take it off!

Later today, my husband has a meeting with the manager of a local clothing optional resort regarding some repairs needed on their pools. Unfortunately for him, I'm quite sure that none of the patrons look like the ones on the home page of their website. If they do, he'll no doubt offer to service their pools for free.

It's still up in the air as to whether he will have to disrobe for the meeting.

:)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

A day off! (Chrissy, this will bore you to tears)

As I promised, I attended the Festival of Reading yesterday at University of South Florida St. Petersburg. It was raining when I left the house, but I was determined to be there come hell or high water. I had the weekend off, meaning no real important work to do and Captain Chaos was at his "Eema's" house. Not having a lot of time to myself with no responsibilities, I wasn't about to miss out on this.

So, I walked around in the rain for the first half hour, browsing the vendor booths. Then I decided to wait inside the Campus Activities Center for Michael Connelly's appearance. I think I might have read one of Connelly's books, but it was years ago and I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I don't remember which one. He writes detective novels, including a series about an LAPD detective he calls Harry Bosch. I'm not a big fan of this genre, but I enjoyed listening to Connelly speak. It's always been fascinating to me that novelists become so involved with their characters, especially when they develop the same one over many years. Connelly has published 18 novels in 15 years, and 13 of them include Bosch. He talked about the character as if Bosch was an old friend.

The next author scheduled in the Activities Center was R.L. Stine. Stine is the "Stephen King of children's books", if you will. He writes horror fiction and targets a younger audience. His books include, but are not limited to, the Goosebumps series. To be brutally honest, I expected him to be.........well, boring. That's probably not fair, because I was just going by his photographs, in which he looks.........well, boring. I was pleasantly surprised at how charming he was and how well he engaged the children in the audience. He even gave the kids a chance to interact with him in telling an audience participation-type story. It is undeniable that he really enjoys entertaining children, whether it be live or in writing.

While looking over the schedule of appearances and deciding if I wanted to leave (to head for the bookstore, of course) or hear another author speak, I noticed that there was a talk scheduled that was geared toward those who are interested in writing. Roy Peter Clark is vice president and senior scholar at the Poynter Institute in St. Petersburg, where he has taught writing since 1979. He talked about his book Writing Tools, and gave a few tips from it, as well. At the end of his 45 minutes, I hurried to the front of the room and got in the short line to talk to Mr. Clark. I had a couple of questions, which he kindly answered. I love to write and have often wished that I had gone to journalism school rather than nursing. I told him that I was not so much interested in writing a novel as in possibly submitting articles for publication in a periodical of some type. He suggested that I start by taking an advanced course in writing at a local college, and also said that I could try submitting articles to a community newsletter. I ended up leaving with a copy of his book, which was for sale in the lobby. No, I am not naive enough to think that I'll ever be a famous author, or even that I will be published in a newspaper or magazine. But, my grandfather did tell me once, after I graduated high school, that he predicted I would become a writer instead of a nurse. I've always loved to write and have always been complimented on my writing. Having won more than one essay contest in my life, I know that I have a least a little bit of talent. So, if nothing else, writing is therapeutic for me and I am going to try to get better at it.

That was the bulk of my day off. My husband and I did see a movie in the evening. Rendition, with Meryl Streep, Jake Gyllenhall, and Reese Witherspoon. I have to admit that Streep is a very good actress, but I'm not providing a link because I thought the movie stunk. Not only did it drag so horribly that it seemed to last about 4 hours, but it was just the usual liberal agenda. Islam=good; United States=bad. If you've read much of my blog, you know where I stand politically, and that I don't buy into that bunk. If you want to know any more about this movie, Google it yourself! :)

Friday, October 26, 2007

For my multitude of fans

This is for the throngs of people who have emailed me asking where my blog is today.

Ok, this is for Chrissy, the one person who asked, and possibly the one and only person who reads this blog! You wanted to know why I didn't blog today............

Day ain't over yet.

So, here's your blog. This good enough for ya?

HOWEVER, I can't blog every single day, ok? I realize that my writing is very captivating and that you've become accustomed to an entry every day, but I'm afraid that if you expect that on a regular basis you are going to be disappointed. The fact is, some days I feel altogether uninspired. There are even days that, believe it or not, I'm too busy to blog. So I guess if you're desperate you can always go back and re-read my thought provoking posts from the past.

You did complain the other day that I had not mentioned you in my blog yet, right?

DONE! :)

Thursday, October 25, 2007

My little construction worker!

Captain Chaos has a Halloween party to go to tonight.
Here he is......all dressed up and ready to go!

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

How to meet conservatives (and get free stuff)

I have politically conservative stickers all over my laptop. There is nothing subtle about it. They are big, colorful, in-your-face stickers. I want to make sure everyone knows exactly who I am!

Usually, when hanging out in Borders or Starbucks (liberal haunts), I just get dirty looks. Especially when I'm wearing my G.O.P. T-shirt. However, last week, as I sat drinking a hot chocolate at Starbucks, I met a really nice gentleman who had noticed my "Limbaugh/Coulter 08" sticker. He loved it and wanted to know where he could get one. He sat down and we had a nice discussion about Hillary. (Incidentally, you can get your sticker here.)

Today, another gentleman walked up and handed me a copy of Neal Boortz's "The Fair Tax Book". He said, "I thought you might like to read this." I thanked him and said that I had read Boortz's other two books, but not this one. I was going to buy the book, but now I got it for nothing........a $24.95 value. :)
(The Fair Tax Book)

I'm typically a loner. When I have a few free moments I usually don't want to be bothered. But it's always nice to meet people who are with me in wanting to save this country from those who are trying to destroy it. I doubt I need to worry about too many interruptions, though. As I mentioned, the locales I frequent are full of liberals. I don't think they like to approach those of us with brains. Oh, and by the way, If Democrats Had Any Brains, They'd Be Republicans. ;)

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

What nerds do on their weekends off

This coming weekend, Captain Chaos will probably be staying with his "Eema". I am going to make some big plans to PARTY! That's right! Look out! I'm going to the Festival of Reading!

Read about it here

There will be booksellers, exhibits, and panel discussions. Some of the writers will be speaking. None of my favorite authors are attending, but I'm going to read up on the ones who will be there so I know what to expect. I'm really looking forward to this event.

To some, this may seem like a waste of a day off. But to me, this is HEAVEN! Don't worry, though. This isn't the only thing I have planned for the day. I'm not that boring. There will still be time to hang out at the bookstore after the festival is over. ;)

Monday, October 22, 2007

2 year old obsessions

CC is addicted to his Thomas the Train set. He has the table, track and several trains. He knows all of their names. He even told me the ones he wanted, calling them by name. Boco, Diesel, Percy..........heck, he's probably got 10 of them now. We're just waiting on Bertie the Bus to come in the mail. I'd really like to keep him from watching the DVD anymore, because he will probably want all of them eventually! Not to mention the theme song is really hard to deal with after the seven-hundredth time!


Here's my handsome boy with his favorite toy!

God helps those who help themselves (and that goes for me, too)

There is an article in the St. Petersburg Times today about a homeless man who was once an engineer. The article, which I will admit to not reading thoroughly, is accompanied by a picture with a quote. Ray Payne, now living on the streets of Lakeland, Florida, says "I'm not that unhappy now. I like looking up at the stars at night. I manage to get cigarettes and a few beers most days." If you ask me, that says it all.

The article goes on to describe some of the other poor decisions made by Mr. Payne, not limited to his unreasonable requests to his friend who wanted to help him.

I recall another article in the St. Pete Times from several months ago. It was during the time that a "tent city" had been established in downtown St. Petersburg, which was affecting local homeowners and business in a negative way. The Times interviewed a handful of tent-dwellers. It was an attempt to show sympathy and concern, but the details of each story made it clear why these individuals were living in tents.

This is why I don't give my money to the vagrant holding a sign at the intersection. Every single one of them is in the position they are in because of their own actions. And I mean 100% of them. I have enough stolen from me in taxes to support people who don't want to work. I'm not willingly giving away a dollar to help some loser buy a tallboy.

St. Pete Times Story here

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Friday and Saturday with Captain Chaos

CC's Aunt Laraine invited us to her company "Team Build" at her boss's house. So, on Friday, we made the long trek out to his house in Zephyrhills. It took much longer than I expected to get there. The 2 miles I was told I would be traveling down one road was actually closer to 8 miles. When I finally found the dirt road that led to the road the house was on, I still wasn't all that close! That was one long dirt road! When we did finally make it to the house, even the driveway was long! The drive was worth the trip, however, because Chaos had a great time. He played outside with Aunt Laraine for quite a while. Then he came in and Laraine fed him CAKE for lunch! Ha ha! He wasn't upset about that at all. I should have taken a picture of him with the orange icing all over his face.

I did get a picture of him "riding" a pony. Ok, he sat on a pony. He was not interested in riding it
at all. Here he is with his Aunt Laraine.






On Saturday, we went to a "dog show" at North Shore Park. It was called "Paws on Parade", but we missed the "parade" part of it. We did get to see lots of dogs and puppies, which CC enjoyed. Then we sat at a table by the water to have some snacks. We stopped at a playground on the way to the truck, and Chaos tired himself out there!


Thursday, October 18, 2007

Creepy Critters

There was another roach in my house this morning. At least this one was dead. I had to hire a new pest control company because I've been seeing those nasty little creatures way too often lately. The exterminator said they should be dead or dying if I see them, but some of them were running! I can't stand them. I can't even look at them. I know they can't hurt me, but they are so UGLY! I simply have no control of myself when I come across one of those disgusting bugs! I'd knock my grandmother over to get away from one, if she was in the way!

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

My favorite escape......Gone!

Yesterday I discovered that our local Borders has removed most of the comfortable chairs and taken out the entire "hang out" area near the fiction section, tables and all. Nerds like me get very upset about things like this. We like to sit for hours in the bookstore and read.

Maybe they were tired of people using the place like a library. I know I have seen more than one person come in and take a book off the shelf, read it for an hour, and then put it back. But I always buy the book before I read it, and I think most of the other "regulars" do so, as well. I spend more money there than I care to admit. In fact, I choose them over the Barnes and Noble across the street, simply because of the more desirable seating.

This is a catastrophe for a nerd such as myself. Heaven forbid I have to sit in one of the wooden, hardback chairs in the coffee shop area.

Monday, October 15, 2007

New blog location

I just moved my blog here. It was originally on MySpace, which, by the way, is not just for teenagers anymore. :)

I copied and pasted some of the old posts, and put them on the appropriate dates. There are large gaps in time where I wasn't writing much. I'm doing better now, though. :)

Monday, October 8, 2007

A family tragedy

My sister has panic disorder and agoraphobia. She has not been more than a block away from her house in 5 or 6 years. She refuses to even attempt to take "baby steps" toward getting better. She has only gone backwards. I've seen absolutely no progress or effort toward recovery. I have no idea what she is waiting for. Sometimes I think she assumes that some pill is going to fix this, or that she'll meet some new doctor who will make this easy. I don't know what her therapist has tried with her, but I have to assume that by now, she has been told that this is ultimately up to her.

To make matters worse, she is practically encouraged to be this way by her husband, who went so far as to allow his nephew to move in and quit his job to stay home with her. When both her husband and his nephew are home, many times they are not "allowed" to leave. If an errand needs to be run, my mother is expected to pick up the slack.

I have known of people who had agoraphobia. I know several people with panic disorder. I have never heard of anyone controlling all of their family members the way this person does. I have never heard of a case where members of the family are literally expected to stay home to "babysit" the individual with the disorder. And I have never heard of anyone letting this affect their children to the extent that I am going to describe here.

To make a long story a little shorter, she has progressed to the point where she will no longer allow her children to go anywhere except what is necessary. They can go to school, her son can go to soccer practice, and her daughter can go to dance.......but that's about it. If they do go somewhere, I am told that she takes a pill and goes to sleep until they come home.

There's a lot more to this story, but the main point here is this: When does my family, mainly my brother-in-law, draw the line and say "No more". Who is going to be the advocate for those children? Their mother is more concerned about her own anxiety, and their father........well, I am not sure what the problem is there. I know that my husband would never allow me to do that to our child. Further, if the tables were turned and it was my brother-in-law with this problem, I don't believe my sister would just sit back and watch while he deprived her children of most outside activities. So why is it ok for her to do this? She'll say that her husband is "trying to be understanding". I say that he just doesn't seem to be all that concerned about the situation.

To add to this tragedy, those children have an aunt (me) who loves them and would go to bat for them anytime......and I am not even allowed to be around them. I helped raise my niece for the first year of her life, and was one of her favorite people, and now I just wonder what she is told to explain why she can't come to visit me and her cousin anymore. For that matter, I wonder what those kids are told about why they can't do the things that other kids do.

We are coming up on Halloween again, and like last year, those two kids will miss the big event in my small hometown. My mom, who begged to be allowed to take them last year, has given up and probably won't even ask this year. They will go to school the next day, and all of their classmates will be talking about the annual parade and carnival and all of the fun they had. My niece and nephew will just have to settle for describing the trick-or-treaters that came to their door. I don't know what they will tell their friends about why they missed out on the festivities. It just breaks my heart in two.

My mother is so hurt that she has told me more than once that she doesn't think she will live much longer. Her grandchildren are the center of her world. Now she is only allowed to take them out of the house to transport them to school, along with dance lessons and soccer practice. They cannot go to her house. She cannot take them out to eat. No vacations. No theme parks. Nothing. They are not allowed to be gone long enough to go anywhere like that, because their mother might be too anxious without them!

I have tried offering several compromises with my sister, in an attempt to get her to have a change of heart about letting those kids experience the life they deserve. I would be willing to do just about anything she wanted if she would reconsider her restrictions on them. But I get no response to my pleas. I have exhausted all avenues. I can't keep trying. But at the same time, I can't stand to see my mother hurt so much, nor can I sit back and do nothing while those kids are deprived of so much of life.

I am not a cruel person. I don't believe in making fun of someone who is mentally ill. I know that agoraphobia is real. But I also know that it can be cured, and I know some of what it takes to do that. I know that it does not progress to the point that it has in this case unless the individual allows that to happen. I have suffered from pretty severe depression and have fought hard to overcome it. It takes WORK, and I still struggle with it sometimes. About a year ago, there were some things going on in my life that made me wonder how I would get through the day dealing with a toddler. But I had to put on a happy face for my son. He comes first. I can't ever let my own problems affect his life. A mother must put her child first.

So, what if my sister, even if she decides to work on this, can never manage to leave her home again? Even if she chooses that life, why do the children have to be part of it? Why do they have to miss out on so much? That is what I do not understand. I will never try to understand it. It is not fair, no matter how anyone might try to sugarcoat it.

So, this is just a vent. There is no solution, at least not one that I can make happen. I just have to concentrate on trying to make my own child happy. Maybe one day, my sister will realize how important it is that her children be given some slack, and how enriched their lives might be if they could only know their cousin. He would love them so much. Hopefully she'll figure all of this out before too much damage has been done.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Jeepers Creepers!

My son has eyeballs in his eyes. He told me so himself. I said "You have the prettiest eyes." And he said, quote: "There's eyeballs in my eyes." :)