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Sunday Stealing

Saturday, July 21, 2012

Welcome back to Sunday Stealing which originated on WTIT: The Blog authored by Bud Weiser. Here we will steal all types of memes from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find the most interesting and intelligent memes. You may have heard of the expression, “honor amongst thieves”. In that age-old tradition, we also have our rules. First, we always credit the blog that we stole it from and we will “fess up” to the blog owner where we stole the meme. We also provide a link to the victim's post. (It's our way of saying "Thanks!") We do sometimes edit the original meme, usually to make it more relevant to our global players, to challenge our players, sometimes to select that meme's best questions, or simply to make it less repetitive from either this new meme or recently asked questions from a prior featured meme. Let's go!!!

Today we ripped off a blogger named Metalmom from the blog I Don't Want to Hear About It. We will do the fifty questions in two parts. She explains that she got it from Robin from the blog Libra Girl. But, it was probably stolen there as well. So, of course, that will be as far as we go. Tracing back our theft's thieves might take some time. Take the time to comment on other player's posts. It's a great way to make new friends! Link back to us at Sunday Stealing


Sunday Stealing: The Too Tired to Think Meme, Part 1

1. You have 10 dollars and need to buy snacks at a gas station. What do you get?
Cheetos, Moon Pie and a Sobe.....hey it's balanced enough!

2. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?
 A Seahorse, or a really cool mermaid....a shimmery mermaid!

3. Who’s your favorite redhead?
Lucy of course

4. What do you order when you’re at IHOP?
Ok, so what is IHOP?

5. Last book you read?

6. Describe your mood.
kind of eh, it's just been on of those years.

7. Describe the last time you were injured.
The last time I was REALLY injured was when the lady ran me over when I was on my motorcycle. When I was somewhat injured I had been drinking and I fell flat on my butt bruising the heck out of my arm.

8. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?
Angela with some pineapple infused Patron and a Dodger shirt. We'll see if she reads this. I'll get a nasty text I'm sure. Thing is I have no idea who the Dodgers are?

9. Rock concert or symphony?
Most likely rock

10. What is the wallpaper of your cell phone? The number? (We'll just say "hi" - promise.)
It says "Sometimes I pretend being normal but it gets boring so I go back to being me." The number is 800-IM CRAZY

11. Favorite soda?
Cream Soda

12. What type of shirt are you wearing?
Harley, as if I have anything else?

13. If you could only use one form of transportation?
That's a hard one. I like all of my transportation.

14. Most recent movie you have watched in theater?

15. Name an actor/actress/singer you have had the hots for.
Johnny Depp and George Clooney as long as he didn't spew his political view points

16. What’s your favorite kind of cake?

17. What did you have for dinner last night?
hahahahaha, I'm too embarrassed to say

18. Look to your left, what do you see?
3 paintings that a friend in Puerto Vallarta did for me

19. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
I don't wear shoes with ties

20. Favorite toy as a child?
A clown, I think it's pretty sad that when my grandkids answer this their answer will be an iPad

21. Do you buy your own groceries?
Sometimes.......that's a main reason I got the kids all a debit card....I HATE buying groceries!

22. Do you think people talk about you behind your back?
Of course. I know a couple that do and that it will never change so be it.

23. When was the last time you had gummy worms?

24. What’s your favorite fruit?

25. Do you have a picture of yourself doing a cartwheel?
Oh God, let's hope not!


For Them Both

Friday, July 20, 2012

Wow, it's been eight years since he was born and nearly eight years since he died. It seems like yesterday, it seems like an eternity. If you don't know about Isaiah you can read about him here.

Tonight we gathered to celebrate the birth of our angel, Isaiah. This year, however, there were more smiles and fewer tears. This year was a celebration of the day The Creator blessed us with an angel He allowed us to have physically for 12 weeks. Though the sadness is still there, we can rejoice that we were trusted to care for him and to hold him close for the time we had him.

As usual we released balloons for Isaiah, but this year I released balloons for Jack as well. You can read more of Jack and his story here. He, too, was a beautiful boy that was here only for a short time. So tonight, along with celebrating the life of Isaiah, I celebrated the life of Jack. Tonight the angels carried the balloons to heaven for both handsome young men.



Sunday, July 15, 2012

A friend recently reminded me that the word “hate” is a strong word; a word much too strong to be used casually.

We all use it in daily conversation. Sometimes we hate the way our hair turns out, we hate the way we look in our jeans, we hate that people leave the door open at Starbucks, well I do at least. How hard is it to push a door closed?

It’s a word that’s thrown around much too casually, out of habit. It’s an irrational word I think, however, there is something I hate. I hate it because it controls me at times and I have no way of escape.

Today I hate. I hate the constant battle with a faceless foe. It’s tiring, it’s all consuming and it’s hard work. Usually I can hide my anxiety and panic and hold myself together, or at least put forth the appearance that I can.  

Today it’s winning. Panic was upon me as I awoke this morning. I could feel my anxiety rise as I dressed  for the day. I couldn’t shake the constant feeling of dread, of fear.

There are so many that can’t identify with the enemy I hate. They don’t understand how a person can be controlled by an unseen foe. To them it’s unfathomable.

“Snap out of it,” “you’re being dramatic,” “it’s all in your head, it’s not real,” are all words I’ve heard much too often. While it is in my head, it is much more than that, it’s physical, very physical.

It controls my heart rate. My heart races, it “flips,” its beat is erratic. It controls my breathing, it’s shallow and irregular. It controls muscle tension and my movements. My jaw tenses and body cannot relax.  I constantly feel as though I will vomit. My thoughts spin and have no coherency.

The tunnel I am sucked into is consuming and is to be feared. It’s in those times thoughts come that are usually banished from the processes of my mind. I have no control over them during these times. They’re assaultive and dark.

Once the fall begins, it cannot be stopped. I must endure the ride and trust that some of the many medications I have on hand will take the edge off. Today they’re not. It’s on days like this I have to carefully monitor what I take and when I take it. There are meds that cannot be mixed, or doses exceeded.

Sometimes in the fog I forget what I’ve consumed and relying on my memory isn’t a great idea. I find myself wanting to take more and more of the magical pills in the hopes of easing the fear that strangles me. That in itself only creates more panic, more fear and therefore more hate.

I hate being out of control. I hate the effects on my body and in my mind, I hate being its captive having to wait until I am set free.

Yes, today I hate. Today I try to numb my thoughts and control my body, but I know I have to give in, fighting it only causes its attacks to be intensified. For that, today, I’m just not strong enough.


I Didn't Think It Through

Thursday, July 12, 2012

I really didn't think it through very well, but when do I ever think things through well?

I dropped my motorcycle off this morning with the guy that did the paint job on it five years ago. A friend noticed that around the gas cap area the paint was beginning to bubble up so Ben, the master of paint, is going to repair it for me.

What's the problem? Well the problem is that last night was bike night and I had planned on going but I had no bike. I decided to brave it and do something I haven't done in years, and that was to ride on the back of another bike.

After riding my own motorcycle for years the thought of riding on the back of anyone's bike scares the hell out of me. Right now, thinking about it, I need a Xanax. That tells you how excited I was for this "new" venture. But I did it. I needed something to take my mind off of some medical problems my daughter's been having so I conquered my fear and climbed on back.

I asked nicely, or so I thought, for him not to scare me and to chill out with his riding technique. As we turned out of the driveway I knew I should have taken a Xanax before we left, it wasn't going to be an easy ride.

I was freaked out the entire time, but we made it safely. Once we were there I felt lost, I'd never been there without my bike and I have to admit I missed the attention she gets when I take her anywhere. She's beautifully retro and totally me, right down to my kiss print on the tank.

We hung around for awhile before deciding to take the long way home, another "why did I do it" moment. But it was fun. My friend didn't take the corners as he usually does when we ride together and was pretty respectful of my request not to scare me.

But once we were off the country roads and on the highway another problem cropped up, I REALLY had to pee and my jeans and my underwear were REALLY beginning to bother me. I was squirming all over the place which was distracting him and we couldn't have that. I needed all of his attention on the task at hand.

I could wait to pee but I couldn't wait to fix my jeans and underwear. It was getting worse by the second and I just knew I was going to get gangrene if I didn't do something fast. I had no choice I had to try to tackle the problem.

So flying 70 mph down the highway I undid the buckle on my chaps, I undid the buckle on my belt, I unzipped my jeans and tried to move things around. I had to do all this while trying not to distract him and trying not to be noticed by the cars we were zipping past. Not so sure I accomplished that last feat.

He noticed something was happening.

"Teri, what in the hell are you doing?"

"Just trying to get comfortable."

"Well cut it out. You're moving the bike around."

"I can't. I have to zip up my jeans."


"I have to zip up my jeans, buckle my belt and buckle my chaps."


"I was going to get gangrene! Just keep riding!"

I'm sure he was wondering, but he didn't ask and I wasn't going to tell.

I made it home alive and gangrene free. 



I Should Have Hated Them

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

I should hate them, I really should. I mean I was a woman alone going into a Harley dealership to buy a motorcycle for my husband in 2005. I knew nothing about motorcycles then, although I knew a lot about car salesmen, motorcycle salesmen would be the same right?

I walked around the dealership and I looked. I talked to a couple of guys and was pretty unsure and skeptical. I returned later with a male friend of mine to help me pick the motorcycle I would surprise my husband with and help me through the dreaded paperwork with the dreaded salesmen.

We chose the bike and I filled out the credit app. I went home to wait to see if I was going to be approved. I was sick to my stomach, I'd never made a purchase like that without talking to my husband and I wasn't quite sure how he was going to take it. I was also afraid these salesmen were going to totally gouge me with the deal. A few hours later one of the men called and told me I was approved to give them my money. I was still unsure. The guys seemed nice enough, but I still wasn't convinced. 

That was until I was sitting at one of the guy's desk, working though the confusing mass of papers, when my daughter's stalker walked into the dealership. The guy that was going over the paperwork with me saw the color drain from my face and immediately rushed into action when I told him who had walked through the door.

Before I knew it he had several of the biggest, buffest guys there escort the stalker out of the dealership and off of the property. I mean, here's this guy talking me out of around $25,000 and he left the deal to get rid of a stalker? I was impressed, more than impressed. Now that I think about it maybe it was a ploy to get me to sign on the dotted line. Hmmmm....

Fast forward through two more motorcycles we bought from the same salesmen and about 7 years and today I sat across the table from those very men again. Only today as friends. All those years ago friendships were formed and two men, very dear to me, came into my life.

Today I had the privilege of spending a couple of hours at lunch laughing, joking and catching up with the guys that scared the hell out of me all those years ago. Today I'm honored to count them as two of my closest friends.

Here's to you Mike and Brad. I love you both!



The Random Bipolar Mind

Monday, July 2, 2012

I always feel guilty if I don't write something of substance or something with a little touch of humor, but tonight I have not much except random thoughts that don't have anything in common other than they come from my blonde, bipolar mind. Oh, and the blonde part, it's only to blend in the gray that seems to have taken up residence on the top of my head. And the bipolar part, it's only a state of mind right? Well, I thought that was mildly amusing. So like it or not, here goes.

  • Tuesday will be the sixth anniversary of my hearing the words, "Oh Teri, Honey, I'm so sorry but your mom just died." My uncle told me over the phone from 2300 miles away.
  • Before I turned 50 I didn't think being 50 would bother me, and it didn' first. It didn't bother me at all until I actually had to write that I was 50 on a form, then I kinda had a wee bit of a melt down. I had to remind myself how totally rad it is that I have, and ride, my own Harley. Yeah, that pretty much rocks. 
  • My Dad always used to say, "so I said to this emu..." No one ever found out what he said to the emu, or why he was talking to one.
  • I want to go off of my mood stabilizer. Thinking that's not such a great idea. It stabilizes me but a little too much. It quells my creativity. Maybe I'll see if I can lower the dosage or if there's another option I can try.
  • I need to have my watch serviced. Who in the hell has their watch serviced? The service on my watch is more than the service on my car. I think it can wait.
  • Sometimes I wish I had some of the OCD traits of bipolar, like cleaning. I hate to clean. It seems totally useless, especially with so many kids. 
  • I LOVE my Mac. I'll never go back to being a PC girl, well I've never been a "PC" girl. 
  • It really pisses me off that because I wore one contact to get my driver's license renewed they put it on my license that I have to be wearing corrective lenses to drive. I only wear the contact to read. I use my other eye for distance. Now I'm trying to decide whether it's worth it to pay the money to be retested without the contact.
  • Worker's comp is a total scam. We have to pay $21 per hundred dollars of payroll. We've never had a worker's comp claim, ever. 
  • I better not have just jinxed us by typing the above sentence. 
  • Since the "Affordable Healthcare Act" was signed into law my health insurance has gone up $800 a month. What's so affordable about that? Plus I've lost 4 doctors that have closed their practices because of it. 
  • Blogger has shut down on me seven times since I began writing this post. 
  • My book is finished. It's ready for the final edit with the editor. She loves it by the way. 
  • I keep sneezing. What the hell is up with that?
  • I really miss my brothers. 
  • My thoughts have become less random over the course of writing this post so I think I shall call it quits and open a bottle of wine. 

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