Mystical Morgan's

FYI..in case anyone still stops by lol

2006-06-02T11:33:00.000-07:00

First of all.....HI!

Just wanted to drop a note for any of you that may still drop by, which may be wishful thinking.

I am not dead, I haven’t run away from home (though the thought has crossed my mind a couple times lol), and I haven’t forgotten I have this Blog thing.

HMMMM….how to put this? Let’s go with this…..I have been and am still working on a complete mental, somewhat physical, and attitude overhaul. NO, this does not mean I am trying to “find myself”. PLEASE. Nor does it mean I am hitting the gym….LOL not that kind of physical. Just dealing and processing issues relating to family, children, personal and health (go figure).

Please, I am not sharing for pity or sympathy comments. I just wanted to let anyone that is still coming by know I sure have not forgotten about any of you. I will be back….

Morgan

A Bit Of Freedom

2006-04-16T02:28:00.000-07:00

I must first admit I was sad to see my son take his first trip out of town without me. Even if it was just to K.C. for Friday and Saturday. Plus, my guardian son has been with his Mom since Wednesday. Add that all up and I had a weekend with NO TEENAGERS!! This left me with time to do what I wanted to do and without having to worry about being at home a specific time. I almost didn't know what the hell to. ha ha This did not last long. Friday night I had a couple of old friends over. We partied it up and watched a couple movies until about 1:30 a.m. This was just the warm up for tonight!

Tonight I made plans with a friend I had not hung out with in months. We started by partying a bit at her house, then went down to the Old Market for a few drinks, and ended up back at her house. Of course, as usual, word had spread that we hanging out so a small group gathered. The music was blasting, the party was on. Her boyfriend even brought his 120lb lab. What a beast that dog is.

Before I knew it was after 2 a.m. and my son had been home awhile and his friends had gathered at our place to watch a movie. Now he wanted to know when I WOULD BE HOME! HA HA HA So, since things were kinda of winding down I decided to take my leave and come home to see my son and get some sleep.

It was a great weekend. I really needed to get out and party it up with friends. I had a great time. That is definitely something I need to a lot more often!

Time to fly...try to sleep (not an easy feat for me lately).

Morgan

Slacking...

2006-03-24T03:14:00.000-08:00

And it does seem to be somewhat of a trend around these parts. Is almost everyone in a journal update slump? The only things going on around here seem to be related to medical issues. LOL My son messed up his rotator cuff and the muscle tissue in his right shoulder, my sister needs surgery, and my ex-husband just had surgery. That just makes me nervous. I am usually the one under the knife. LMAO
I am on the count down to Tan's return home from the middle east. We are at about 40 days and counting till he is back here in the states! YIPPEEEE!
The boys are down to the last few weeks of their junior year in high school. CRAP! Then comes all the things we have to do for their senior year. DAMN, am I ready for that?Austin got a new car. His last one blew TWO engines. The second one was not his fault. The new one is a red, and I mean RED, VW Gulf hatchback turbo. It is a really cute car. This one will last him until he graduates college, at least it damn well better. ha ha I must admit he does baby this one.
I did see a couple of pretty good movies I received through Netflix. Two for the Money was really good but I like both Matthew McConaughey and Al Pacino. The other was Prime with Uma Thurman.
Anyway, everyone have a great weekend and all that...

Time for me to fly,

Morgan

Time Flies

2006-03-01T03:16:00.000-08:00

Wow! I hadn't realized it had been so long since last my entry. It has now been a little over a month since Tan left for the desert. I get an email from him almost everyday, except for those couple of times he emailed and I never received them. LOL I have also received a couple pictures. Even forwarded pictures of the boxer puppies from his female that is staying with his parents in South Dakota. They are so damn cute! It finally really hit me, just two days ago, that I am really starting to miss him.

On to other news. I had a dentist from hell visit. In my book every visit to him is one from hell. I have this HUGE anxiety thing about the dentist. I can handle the cleanings. This time, it seems, he needed to extract a back molar. Luck me! It was a BITCH! The molar broke into pieces. In the process of that excruciating process the demon man managed somehow to dislodge a jaw bone fragment. This fragment then began working its way up my gum into the area next to the spot where the molar had been. BIG OUCHIE!! Of course, the Dr. Of Doom decided to "let it work its way out." Meanwhile, I was in big time pain clear up my jaw line. Last night I could it no more. So, I grabbed tweezers, a flashlight, and began the process of getting that fragment the hell of there. After about 15 minutes it came out! Now, I just have a different type of pain. LOL So, I will be calling him back today. SHIT! Here's to you Dr! LOL
It seems like it is always something . If not with me than with one of the boys.

I also got the "joy" of going with my brother to help him a new a computer. The old one was a piece a crap. He knows next to nothing about computers. I am having to teach him EVERYTHING. Well, wait, I have already taught him some things so that isn't entirely true. He should be happy with the one we picked out. It will do what they need it to. Then, we hooked it all up, got it set up to his DSL, set up his MSN account, updated all of his crap, and gave him a quick course of what he needed to know. Now, it will be lessons by phone for the simple things until a big question comes up that I will have to go back over and show him. AH hell, what are little sisters for?

Well, I am going to go enjoy the quiet before I have to get the troops up for school.
Have a good one everyone!

Time to fly,

Morgan

New and unexciting

2006-02-01T18:33:00.000-08:00

Well, lets see the new and unexciting news from these parts…

Another birthday has come and gone. It was bittersweet this year though. A week later Tan left for the desert. I have no idea exactly where, just that he is “nine hours in my future”. So, for the next few months it will be communication by email and maybe the occasional two minute phone call. Those are usually going to be used to call his daughters though, understandably. I really don’t have much else to say on this topic. I don’t know what else TO say.

Other generic matters..the boy’s are plugging along in school. Spring sports have started. Baseball for Austin and soccer for Kenny. Should prove to make for a busy sports season. I am just hoping Austin keeps his grades up and that I can kick Kenny in the ass enough times so that he raises a couple of his core classes lol.

I have also started to build my DVD collection with all of my favorites. I sure am learning a lot about my taste in movies. I never really payed attention too much before. I like a lot of different genres but realize there are only certain ones I would watch over and over. Maybe everyone is like that? I am picky about what movies I will buy though. That much I know for sure. Any suggestions for good action flicks let me know though would be appreciated.

Well, enough babbling, rambling on about nothing from me for now.

Time to fly,

Mo

Sit in

2006-01-10T13:23:00.000-08:00

This may be my longest entry yet. Long, but, I think interesting if not entertaining. OKAY..
No, it wasn't me. It was the boys! Thanks to the school district deciding, after YEARS, to enforce a handbook dress code. Trust me on the years thing I went to school in this district LOL. Let me explain.

Last week, after returning from Christmas break, I receive a phone call from the Dean of Students. He is informing me Austin needs to come home and change his jeans. Yes, that is correct, his jeans. He has a hole a distress mark in leg. The dean explains that in November annoucements were made that after break the dress code would be enforced. No clothes looking "soiled, ragged, torn...". So, for the moment, I just say fine you might as well send Kenny home as well, he is wearing similar jeans.

Now, my biggest gripe is why in the hell way back in November, when these "annoucements" were made to the student body didn't someone send letters or SOMETHING home to parents. It would of been real nice to know to this information before I spent money on birthday/Christmas clothes for school.

These distressed/destroyed jeans are what the kids are wearing. Hell, not just the kids/teens. Adults wear them also. I do...Kenzy does. I am sure some of you have a pair or two. Whether you bought them that way or they just came to be that way. I am not saying the holes need to be inappropriate. I wouldn't send the boys to school with holes showing stuff that does not need to be showing LOL. But, shit come on! A worn spot on the back pocket? A frayed hem? That is just ridiculous.

So, the student body rallied together to let the central office and school administration know how they felt about all this. On Friday of last week around 100+ kids wore jeans with holes. Of course, the ones that were caught at the door were turned away and made to change. The others were promptly sent home to change or sent to ISS (in school suspension). The local news actually did a small spot on the whole thing!

Fast forward to Monday (yesterday). Well, I knew Sunday night my two would be involved. They wanted to let their opinion be heard, it could be worse. It was going to be peaceful, so why not? Anyway, the students were going to be meeting at the school flagpole right in front of of the building at 7:30 a.m. Monday morning. News channel, and police of course LOL) at the ready. The turn out was good surprisingly, 200+ students ended up showing along with a couple mothers. They did a small "protest" about how they should be able to wear to the jeans as long as they are not distracting. That is what the handbook states. Nothing distracting. (that brings up another question for me....aren't the Gothic kids appearance distracting??)

Around 8 a.m they moved everyone in the commons area. This is where the "sit in" took place". My boys, their first sit in. SIGH LMAO Believing in a cause. Kenny called one of the local radio stations and was un on air live, which was replayed this morning. The sit in lasted until around noon. The boys showed up here around 11:30 to fill Kenzy and I in on all the details and gossip going around. One mother decided to "pray for the holes" before the school made her leave the building. One other mother was thrown out and her student suspended for calling a dean a Nazi. Now, that is carrying it too far.

In the end, they gave the students a compromise from their of "demands". The holes cannot be high upon the thighs, show skin, or be ragged. The ones that are manufactured with the reinforced backs are ok. I hear a letter will be drafted and sent out to homes within the week. WOW AMAZING!

I was just proud that the boys stood up for something they believed in. They felt their rights of freedom were being infringed upon. They handled it in a peaceful, organized manner. At least the boys are speaking up for something they belive in when they feel their rights to express are being stepped upon. It could be something so much worse. I know this may seem so silly to some, if not all of you, but the boys are very happy of themselves and I am also. Not necessarily that the students can wear these jeans, but for the fact of the experience. They stood up for themselves in face against the odds. For that, I am proud!

I have told them they will always have rules and regs to live by. That is just life. But, an experience like this can never hurt anyone. I feel it strengthens character and self-esteem, among other things.

I am a proud Mom.

Time to fly,

Morgan

Amendment: Here is the article from the paper, sorry it is long but it is a great article. So worth reading. It is not accessible through my comments due to the way the paper is set up. They make you sign up inorder to read the online their stuff!

Rainbow Rowell: You sent my kid home for what?

BY RAINBOW ROWELL

WORLD-HERALD COLUMNIST

If my kid got sent home from school for wearing ripped jeans, I would send him right to his room . . .
So he wouldn't hear me go ballistic on his principal.
Are you serious, Bellevue East? Sending students home because their frayed jeans are disrupting class?
I'll tell you what's more disrupting to class: sending students home.
Especially for something as innocuous as wearing holey jeans.
Send my kid home if he's picking fights or packing heat. Send him home to change if he's wearing something vulgar or revealing.
Send him home if he's not following the rules . . .
But don't make rules just for the sake of having rules.
School officials say the rips and tears are distracting and an obstacle to order and discipline . . . How is that possibly true?
Who in 2006 is distracted by frayed jeans? Who in 1996 or 1986 or 1976?
You'd have to go pretty far back to find someone who would be scandalized by a ripped knee. (I keep picturing an over-the-top square in a "Monkees" episode. The kind of character who calls everybody, "Darn dirty hippies.")
You could argue that rips in the underwear region are distracting. Here's a defensible rule: No holes near your unmentionables.
That's actually close to the rule proposed by Bellevue East students. About 200 skipped class Monday to demand a less restrictive dress code, one that would ban tears only above the skirt line.
I'm pretty impressed by Bellevue East students. I can't imagine 200 kids at my high school being organized enough to stage a protest and actually following through with it.
The kids who skipped class at Bellevue East are kids who normally go to class. Who care about getting in trouble. That shows how important this is to them.
What is more important to a teenager than freedom of expression?
At 16, 17, you feel like an adult, but you're still treated like a child. You follow everyone else's rules all day long.
You treasure the decisions that are mostly your own, what you wear, what music you listen to. That's how you express yourself. It's who you are.
Public schools should limit that expression as little as possible - only when a kid is actually causing a problem.
These kids' jeans aren't causing problems. Did you see the two girls who ended up on the front page of Friday afternoon's World-Herald after their ripped jeans got them sent home? They looked clean, healthy and athletic. Fashionable, but not fashion victims.
If I were raising a daughter, I would love for her to dress that comfortably modest, in ripped jeans and a soccer T-shirt layered over a long-sleeved shirt.
In this ultra low-rise world, any girl who finds jeans that don't leave a four-inch gap between her waistband and her shirtwaist should be applauded - not sent home.
I keep trying to guess what secret reason Bellevue East might have to suddenly start enforcing a ripped jeans rule that's been on the books for years. Is there some Bellevue street gang that identifies itself with ripped jeans? (In my high school, the gang members wore the nicest jeans. Never ripped, always ironed.)
There has to be a reason. You can't tell an 18-year-old to obey the rules just because you said so. Because you're the boss.
Listen here, Buster, them's the rules and you'll obey 'em and you'll like it. Or else.
That isn't speaking with authority. That's just being a bully.

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HOW ABOUT

2006-01-05T10:15:00.000-08:00

THEM LONGHORNS!

That was one helluva game last night and for those of you that missed it....DAMN you missed out! Right down to the last 19 seconds. This not only tickles me pink to my very core because, of course, I live in Nebraska and am a Texas fan..lol but also the Horns hadn't won a national championship in like forever (no need to put down the scary numbers) . The Husker fans aren't too fond of the Longhorns...eh wonder why?

It is bittersweet that the 34-0 USC winning streak had to come to an end. Just glad the Horns were the ones that could end it!

College World Series Champs last summer, now the Rose Bowl to be National Champions, whats next? Well, hell, need to keep going until we can roll back around to baseball season again!

Time to fly,

Morgan (a very happy Morgan)

Just a simple

2005-12-31T15:32:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year to all!

Morgan

Mele Kalikimaka!

2005-12-20T12:06:00.000-08:00

Yes, those are actual words in the title. Since our Christmas tree didn't get brought up from storage, I just decided we would have a Hawaiian Christmas and decorated the palm tree plant in the corner. Eh, that is where the tree would of gone anyway.

So, Mele Kalikimaka, means Merry Christmas in Hawaiian. I learned that years go from my parents. They were stationed over there for 4 years so when I was growing up words and phrases would get thrown around my house. That being one of them. I still use some the words every now and then.

Anyway, so we have our Christmas palm decorated, a few packages around the plant's pot, and the stockings hug with care on the wall behind the palm. Looks good to me.

A Hawaiian Christmas in the making. We just won't have Santa Claus, Kanakaloka, riding in on a surfboard. lol Actually, all of our snow, hau kea, has melted and we are suppose to be in the 50's by Christmas. Doesn't bother me one bit not to have a white Christmas.

I still have a couple things to buy. This time of year gets hectic. I not only have to do the Christmas stuff but Austin's birthday is the 24th. Hard to believe he will be 17! So, instead of blabbering on here, I should be off to get ready to fight the crazy people and finish up.

Mele Kalikimaka! to all.....

Time to fly,

MaiKeKai (Morgan)

~~some spelling help given by John Fischer from About.com
~~A link to a fun Hawaiian site

Lets all sing...Ready?

2005-12-08T16:23:00.000-08:00

Well, since over the months publishing song lyrics seem like a popular thing to do when they fit an occasion, emotion, or you just can't seem to get it out of your head. This covers a couple of those areas...just in time for Christmas and I love these guys! Can't seem to get this little ditty outta my head. Here ya'll go.

(all right you Chipmunks! Ready to sing your song?

-I'll say we are!

-Yeah!

-Let's sing it now!

Okay, Simon?

-Okay!

Okay, Theodore?

-Okay!

Okay, Alvin? Alvin? ALVIN!

-OKAY!!!)

Christmas, Christmas time is near

Time for toys and time for cheer

We've been good, but we can't last

Hurry Christmas, hurry fast

Want a plane that loops the loop

Me, I want a hula hoop

We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be late.

(Okay fellas get ready. That was very good, Simon. -Naturally. Very good Theodore. -Ahhh. Ah, Alvin, you were a little flat, watch it. Ah, Alvin. Alvin. ALVIN! -OKAY.)

Want a plane that loops the loop

I still want a hula hoop

We can hardly stand the wait

Please Christmas, don't be late.

We can hardly stand the wait

Please Christmas, don't be late.

(Very good, boys -Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again! No, That's enough, lets not overdo it -What do you mean overdo it? -We want to sing it again! Now wait a minute, boys -Why can't we sing it again? -[chipmunk chatter] Alvin, cut that out..Theodore, just a minute. Simon will you cut that out? Boys...)

~Written by Ross Bagdasarian Sr

~Recorded by The Chipmunks and David Seville (Ross Bagdasarian)

Time to fly,

Morgan

Is this the what it feels like?

2005-12-06T11:06:00.000-08:00

Ok, so this is what being on the edge must feel like. Everything from the last month has finally caught up with me. I guess the stress from all the death (which is a subject I do not handle well in the first place), my surgery, getting over an illness, dealing with two teenage boys that can't stay out of stupid ass shit, now Tan has his orders for the desert. He leaves right after my birthday next month. He is currently away for two weeks, returns for five weeks, then is off for about 5 months. Plus, it is holiday time once again. Which includes Austin's birthday on Christmas Eve. HELP! I have no clue which end is up. Sweet Jesus! Where to start.

BREATHE MORGAN!

I am making my own diagnosis of sorts using physical, emotional, and mental symptoms. I will not go into them. There is no need in my sharing them. Just trust me when I say it sucks. Good ol' Doc G. will be getting a call today. He doesn't hear from me unless there is a real a need inbetween our usual 6 month visits.

Ok, can't seem to focus or stop the shaking in my hands so ....

Time to fly,

Morgan

Up to Number Three

2005-11-25T15:15:00.000-08:00

Just when I thought the air was clearing, the mood was shifting, and all was going to turn around back to what is considered a"normal" in my household the phone rang. In a split second, with a single sound from my Mom's voice that idea went down the shatter. I immediately knew she had bad news.

My Mom always told me growing up people will die in a pattern of threes. Sounds silly but I have found it to be true throughout my life. A phone call from her Tuesday evening was to inform me of the death of my uncle. I am hoping this completes the "cycle of three". It just has never happened to me in such a short time frame. Three deaths in almost as many weeks.

My uncle died Tuesday at 11:45 a He was always seemed larger than live. What one might call a "typical well-to-do Texas business man". Monogram cowboy boots, the big ass belt buckle, a deep baritone voice with that Texas drawl, that fit his 6' 4" broad build, and of course the big black BMW. He loved to weave a good tale and everyone loved to listen to them. I grew up hearing that every time we set out to stay at their estate.

You always had to tale Haskell with a grain of salt. He could weave could a story. You just could never tell which ones were truth and which ones had been glorified for effect. It is just so hard to put into words an appropriate description of the man he was. They just would not do him justice.

I have many fond memories of visiting my aunt and uncle in Texas. I am also very glad that Austin had the chance to meet him, more than once. I have a great picture of the two them from one of our many visits. Austin is about 3 and comes up to about hassles knees! It is priceless.

My Mom, brother, and his daughter had to set out early Wednesday morning to make the drive down. Along with most of my other family members that have relocated out of Texas. Unfortunately, without me. I am so sad that I will not be there to say goodbye. To see family I haven't seen in years. There were just reasons I couldn't help that prevented me from making the trip.

I know it will be one hell of a ceremony and send off for this great man. He was the potentate of the Shriners in the Texas tri-state area, he had been very involved from the beginning with STP and NASCAR and was a very respected citizen of the city. To the Shriners, holding that position, is like being royalty or at the very least the next closest thing. I am somewhat comforted knowing the members of the Shriners will be there to take care of most all of the details for my Aunt Deanna. I remember how well they all treated us after the death of my Nanny. I only wish I too could have been there, but I know, Haskell included, know I am there in spirit and understand the reasoning behind my lack of physical presence.

Uncle Haskell......Rest In Peace.... I know there are others waiting in Heaven to greet you with open arms. Most of all keep them laughing and entertained in Heaven as you did us here on Earth until we all are together again.
Time to fly,

Morgan

Not much

2005-11-17T16:43:00.000-08:00

Well, after a rough couple weeks, things are finally mellowing around here. Right after M's suicide, my guardian son's grandma died, and my ex-husband's family had two people pass away suddenly in the same two weeks.

Then, I had surgery on my right wrist. Hurts like hell, but healing up nicely. Needless to say, this will be short, lol typing is not an easy task at the moment, in fact it is quiet painful. At least the cast and all that gauze wrapping is gone and I can wash my own hair again! LOL Thanks again Kenzy. No more kitchen sink hair washing for me for a long, long, time.

Well, that is all for now..like I said

SHORT

Time to fly,

Morgan

Too Young

2005-10-28T20:24:00.000-07:00

Where to start. What to say. The last couple of days had been hard.

Death is never easy. Especially when you are young and it is someone close to you and they take their life.

A friend of my son took his own life last night around 9 p.m. The boys had hung out with him (M) the night before when the two high schools had played volleyball against each other. The young man was only a freshman.

Austin dropped off his girlfriend at home, around the corner from M's house, and past the police, fire and rescue going into the neighborhood. He no more came in the door and his cell phone rang. It was K (his girlfriend) crying. M is dead..she told him...killed himself with a gun.

It has been a whirlwind since.

The boys went out to be with the family and M's older brother, also a very good friend, at the church last night. When they walked in the door, my son and I sat on the couch and cried together. All I could do was hold him, kiss the top of his head, and tell him how much I love him. I just can't imagine what M's mother and father are going through. That was their youngest...their baby. Fourteen....Fifteen years old!

I know Austin is trying to be strong for K. I told him it was ok to cry to let it out. I also said that no matter how bad things seemed to be they will get better. Dead is permanent. Death cannot be taken back. It is not the answer for solving ANY problems. There are other ways to get help, to fix the hurt. It may never make sense, there may never be enough answers as to why M would do this. I made sure they both knew there would be crisis/grief counselor's at the school and to see them, that is what they are for, this is what they do, it would help. I made sure to tell both boys this.

I know it is looked at as a sin in most Christian religions. I am not here to debate, discuss, or argue that point. He must of been hurting. This does not justify this action for anyone. So please, no comments on the whole religious aspect of this. He suffered from depression, that much we do know. Other details, I just do not wish to share at this time.

They went back to the church tonight for a short wake/memorial type thing. This is so hard. I know my son has never lost someone so close to him, especially in a manner such as this. The last person to die in our family was my Uncle Jack, a year ago, also a suicide. He didn't know my Uncle Jack but went through the funeral experience with me. This is basically my son's first experience with death when it is someone close.

I just want to make sure I can support, comfort and be here in the best way possible for my son. I want to be sure he deals with his grief in an appropriate manner.

Tonight the kids are having a bond fire in M's honor. Parent's, friend's, teacher's, neighbor's, etc.. I am sure the place is full of people that love M.

We pray and keep M's family in our heart and thoughts.

M ---May angels fly with you...Rest in peace

Morgan

Stray Day

2005-10-16T22:40:00.000-07:00

It isn't very often I am driving down the road and someone says to me " Look out for the turtle." Today was a first. Those words came out of Kenzy's mouth as her, Austin, and I were out. Of course, I had to pull over. Austin and I got out of the car and herded the turtle back towards the sidewalk. I had a dish towel in my car and we put him in that. He was pretty big and looked in need of water.

The first place I thought of to head off to was my parent's house. Dad has a nice big pond and maybe, just maybe, he would take Turbo Turtle (he moves pretty fast). Well, Dad shut that idea down pretty damn fast! It was worth a shot. Austin and I did take Turbo up to the bathroom and let him take a quick swim in their tub. He seemed to enjoyed that lol.

After a phone call to Austin's girlfriend we had Turbo a home. We went straight out there and left him in good hands. The last update tonight on his progress I was told she had already been to a store and spent a bunch a money to accommodate Turbo.

I swear I must be an animal stray magnet. Tonight, for the second time, we have a stray, very large, (possibly prego) cat show up wanting in the house. This poor kitty has no front claws and the back ones are cut so short you can barely see them. This leaves it defenseless. She/He wants in so badly. The first night, at 4 a.m., Kenzy and I fed it but did not let it in and couldn't get a hold of the local humane society. The cat finally wandered off. I figured she/he had probably just gotten out on accident and would be found. Now, with the second showing, I am thinking someone lets it out regularly or just does not care. As far as I am concerned, anyone that would do that with a declawed cat does not deserve to have the cat.

The kitty is now in my apartment. My cat's are locked in my bedroom. I called the humane society and told them the situation. Thank goodness someone was there tonight! Now, we wait. They are on their way to pick up our stray tabby. They will see if the cat is microchipped. If not, they have a no kill policy so a home will be found.

What can I say? I am a big animal lover and can't stand to see any animal suffer or even possibly suffer. The thought of getting hurt or killed would bother me. This is just me. This was just a stray day!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Cutting out Letters

2005-10-12T14:30:00.000-07:00

My family has a bizarre/quirky sense of humor at times. The other night, the boys saw a man in our neighborhood throwing out a huge Husker helmet sign for the garbage. None of us are Husker fans, but they asked the man if they could take it. Their first attempt at being slick was to try to pull up in front of my parent's house and quietly get out of the car and leave this helmet sign in their front yard. Well, my dad busted them and ran out of the house (not realizing at first it was his grandson) and into the street, in front of the car so the "damn kids" could not drive off. LOL That is when he realized who it was.

From there, the boys were headed home and had to pass my sister and niece's apartment. This is when they had the brilliant idea to put the huge Husker helmet in their front yard. No fear of getting caught because it was Sunday and they were at bingo until around 10:00 p.m. That is almost exactly the time the phone calls began.

First, my niece called my son. He denied knowing anything at all about this helmet thing in their yard. Then my sister called our mom wondering if she should call the police. Of course, mom is in on it and talked her out of that idea. Then, my brain goes into a small devious motion. I come up with an idea! Let's take the Sunday paper and cut out letters, put them on a white piece of printer paper and make a note. Ya know, like a freaky ass ransom note! COOL! Kick ass! Let's do it! So, we all get busy and begin to make this note...using Kenzy's long distance cell number as the number to call. Yes, she was in on it. Then, the boys hauled ass back to my sis's apartment and put this note on their door. After they returned home and the phone didn't ring the two boys went back up to stake out the apartment to see if my sister and niece had heard the doorbell and even gotten this note. When they hadn't returned after a bit, I knew my sister had been waiting for the little hoodlums to return. Of course, I was right. I didn't think she would be waiting with a big ass stick! LMAO

The next thing Kenz and I know her phone is ringing. We sure as hell do not want to answer it. The boys were suppose to have been here to do that! Immediately after her phone stops ringing my cell begins ringing and so does my suspicions. It is my niece, asking for my son. I give her a load of bullshit because I know she knows he is not here! Then she tries to tell me the owner of the sign had shown up at their apartment with the cops to retrieve his sign. RIGHT!! So, I just ask her if they gave it back to the nice man. lol This seems to piss her off because the "lets turn the prank around" didn't work. I was so onto them. She wasn't getting a rise out of me, I wasn't getting upset. blah blah blah. And yes, of course, the boys were sitting right there the whole time. The boys then come tearing down the hill, seconds after I hang up the phone. Now, I thought I had taught him so much better.

They so sucked at trying to reverse punk mom! Better luck next time.

Time to fly,

Morgan

The Adventure Continues

2005-10-03T06:11:00.000-07:00

Yes, Kenzy has made it two weeks staying with me, two 16 year old boys, three cats, and three ferrets. Frankie has finally conceded to share the couch. With only one incident in which I had to lift him off her head while she slept. She even managed to get through homecoming with me!

Homecoming went well, overall. Everyone looked really great. Here is a picture of Austin with his date, Kayla and Kenny with Molly, his date.

unfortunately, Molly ditched Kenny at the dance but the damper only lasted for a moment.

Once we had gracefully pushed the kids out the door, Kenz and I got ready for a night out. She had made plans to meet up with an old friend and his newish wife at a groovy little coffee house in Omaha. We stayed about an hour before it was time for us move on to the next phase in our evening. BAR TIME! Now, which frickin bar? After cruising aimlessly by a couple old haunts and deciding against them, we end up at sports bar close to home. We had no intention ordering shots, beer would be just peachy. Then, magically, a shot appeared in front of each of us. For some reason, Kenzy and I have always managed to make nice with bartenders. They love us! So...bottoms up! Whatever it was...it was pretty good...and they kept coming. After a few of those (on the house) we took the plunge and ordered our traditional tequila shots.

The rest of the week was pretty normal...for this household. Chaos, grounding of boys, laundry, yep the usual.

Then comes the weekend again! I get a call half way through Friday evening when I get a call from my son, Austin. He has had a head on collision. With a very large deer. Everyone in the car is ok. The deer is ok. The car...not so much. We tow the car back here and now it sits at a body shop. So, now, we are down to my car for the week. OH YIPPEE!

For a bit of good news.

There is a new man in my life. For now, this is all I will say, I will give more about him/us later. He is military, stationed here. Yes, this is a recent development, we met exactly a month ago.

Until next time...the adventure here continues....

Time to fly,

Morgan

So far this week...

2005-09-22T10:05:00.000-07:00

Hey, guess what? Kenzy got here in one piece! She may even add her two cents to this entry somewhere along the way…our brains working together…be scared, be very scared. LOL

She got in really late so we had some booze, talked until the next morning and I got the boys for school after about 90 minutes of sleep. Tuesday she did funky shit to my hair. See pictures below. She gave me the “Rogue streak” except it is blonde and not white. She got her nails done, we did lunch, girlie stuff! Any details I leave out about her trip are left out on purpose and you will have to check HER journal to see what she writes. HA HA!

A couple late night trips to Wal-Mart will be worked into the plans while she is here. Just for the “fun” of it.

On a different note, a boy from the high school where mine go to school, ran away from a week ago today. They have been calling down the students he knows or names of students given to the parents and school. Of course, both of mine have been called down. The police, a dean, and the father were all present in the room while they asked the boys questions.

When they were talking to Austin, the father of this missing boy made a comment about the “parent that took in the boy, Kenny, that ran away last spring”. Well, that would be me. First of all, Kenny did not run away. His dad didn’t want him anymore and his mom and I came to an agreement for educational reasons. We went and got all the legal guardianship paperwork for the school. Austin was put on the spot to explain this to this dad last Thursday.

All seemed well after that. Then, fast forward to Sunday night. We find out that this missing boy’s parents took it upon themselves to track down Kenny’s dad and go to his house. This father questioned them about Kenny and led them to think he was involved in some way in the absence of their son. Wow, this information didn’t go over very well with either Kenny’s mother or myself. I was on the phone AGAIN with the dean’s office at the school. I asked the dean to please contact the parents of the missing boy and ask them to call me. I think a few explanations are in order. Why they would go to his dad’s knowing damn well he didn’t live there. Why they would imply Kenny was involved.

I understand these parents are dealing with a very difficult and stressful time. To me, that does not give them the right to go and pull in people they know would not be involved. Then make matters worse by shedding a poor light on Kenny and even myself. They should of gone through the proper channels. Asked the school to contact his home and speak to his parent or guardian and see if they would speak or meet with them. I would have absolutely no problem with that. I have never even met this missing young man.

I just have to shake my head and say…Welcome Kenzy to my world!! Your timing couldn’t of been any better. Or is that worse? Guess that depends on who you ask.

LET’ S PARTY! SHOTS ALL AROUND! :passing around the shots: Drink up John, Penny, Vj, Kenz, LAW, oh and yes, Monkey. Hope ya’ll like tequila. CHEERS!

Time To Fly,

Morgan

The need to do

2005-09-17T16:55:00.000-07:00

Well hi all, I am sitting here online and the mood hits me to write something in this blank space of mine. Not that I have a lot to say, just that I have the need to DO something. So, I will do this. Babble probably. So, you probably won't make it through this and I don't blame you one bit.

Kenzy is planning a trip this way. At least that is the plan at the moment. The agenda contains job searching, girl stuff, a bit of the town, the boys homecoming football game/dance weekend and whatever other mischief we can find or finds us. I am curious about a club/bar we used to go to all the time, then we stopped when management made some drastic changes. Now, it seems they have gone back to the old name and format,etc. We must think about checking it out. Good memories there if nothing else.

I am also excited that football season has started again! I have something to watch on Sunday's! Can I get a YEAH!

On the bad side, it is looking like I am going to have to start thinking about giving up my one bad habit. Smoking. I smoke because I like to smoke. I know it is a nasty habit that kills. I have smoked for many, many years. I don't even want to think about the whole thing to be honest. Either way..call it denial, whatever. I know what I need to do. When I do it..well that is the question.

Well, anyway I am looking forward to seeing Kenzy and getting out of the house. Boy, do I need to get out of the house! lol

I think I have babbled on long enough. Bless those of you that made it through. LOL

Time to fly,

Morgan

The Plan B

2005-09-10T05:06:00.000-07:00

During a popular morning news show yesterday they had a segment discussing this thing they were calling "Plan B". This phenomenon has been around, but now seems to be taking off in serious leaps and bounds. This "Plan B" is when you have a "back up" spouse. You make an agreement with a friend that at a certain age, if you both are not married, you will marry each other.
Now, I am sure most of you have heard of this before or have actually made the arrangements yourselves. The thing is, now, it has a name. Also, it seems it has become a serious trend all over the country. Not just something two friends say to each other half heartedly. People are meaning to follow through on this agreement.
The reasons given are pretty logical. Singles are more worried about staying single because it is seemingly so hard to find the special someone these days. One reason given for this feeling is the insecurities of the singles in our society.
So, if you have a best friend that you already know you are compatible with, laugh with, and there is some sexual attraction, this agreement is the preferred "safety net" for current singles. People are making these plans at what the specialist considered an early age. The average age the singles are giving themselves to be married range from the mid to late 30's. YIKES! I am way behind...no marriage no agreement. LMAO
Obviously, I have no such "Plan B" in place. Do any of you? I find it very interesting to see how long people are willing to wait, if they do have a back-up plan.
On the same note (dating) but different direction...
Austin's girlfriend, Kayla, and her Mom have now decided they have the "perfect man" for me. LOL I know some details. When I asked Kayla his name she said " I think it is Mike," then I find out it is actually Dan. LOL So, now I just call him Dan/Mike. When Kayla comes over or calls and Dan/Mike has been at her house she tells me my future boyfriend was at her house. LOL Kids! I guess her and her Mom have told this gentleman a little about me and he would like to meet me. I just would like a few more details about him than I have. Thinking I should start working on a "Plan B"!

Time to Fly,

Morgan

Weekend Ramblings

2005-09-05T20:25:00.000-07:00

Well, the long weekend is over. Thank goodness. The boys go back to school! I swear I don't know how I made through summer without going crazy.
Anyway, not that I did all that much all weekend. No family gathering this year. Mom wasn't feeling well, sister is preparing to move, brother is on parent's shitlist, Kenny was working and spending the weekend with his real Mom, and Austin was just out wasting time and gas. I swear I am going to invest in one of those GPS units to keep track of him. LOL
Then he comes home this evening wanting to know if I would like a new car. Hmmmm? What is he up to? I, of course, ask why? Well, he then explains he wants my Talon. It has no rust and all wheel drive, he says. He doesn't want to drive his in the winter because it has a bit of rust and he doesn't want it to get worse. HA! What frickin planet has he been on? It was all I could do not to laugh. I told him he had his chance to have this Talon and he passed it up. Plus, how was I going to get a new car. Of course, his reply was, "Go talk to Gram and Grandad." Yeah right, that will happen. Not that they don't have the money to take me out and buy me just about any car I would point to, but that just isn't something I could do. I love my car and would just like to have it fixed where HE dented it!
On a different note. A year has gone by since my Uncle Jack took his life. I can't believe it. It went by so fast. I still have moments when I sit and wonder why. That is a question that will never be answered. I know he is still with us in spirit and in our hearts. Thinking of you Jack.

Time to fly,

Morgan

French Fry Alert

2005-08-27T04:53:00.000-07:00

No, I am not speaking of the annoucement that California wants to put a warning label on french fries and potato chips that they may cause cancer. Not surprising though, is it?

This is about a little incident with the local sheriffs office.

A couple of days ago Austin, Kenny, and their friend Peter met me after my doctor's appointment to get the boy's tennis rackets so they could go to pratice. We stopped at McDonalds and grabbed some food. On the way back into Bellevue I was following the following the boy's. While stopped at a red light Austin popped his head through the sunroof in Peter's car and flung a french at my car. So, I tossed one out my window back. OOPS! MY BAD!

About a mile or so up the road I look into my rear view mirror and their is a county sheriff's car behind me. All of a sudden, after driving me for a few seconds, he flips on his lights. I move to the right lane, he moves. Well hell, I was hoping he just wanted past. I pull all the way over to the shoulder, so does he. He slowly approaches my car and comes to edge of my window and asks for the normal crap. I ask what I had done and he tells me he will tell me as soon as I hand him what he asks for. Like a good citizen I hand him the required materials. Then he says he pulled me over for littering! My jaw dropped. He said I had littered a french fry when I threw it out my window at the car in front of me. I explained what had happened. He actually chastised me. "Well, just because your son threw a french fry does it make it right to throw one back?" It was all I could do not to laugh at this man.

So, he runs my license and all that good stuff. Then as I look in my mirror I see both deputies getting out of cruiser and start to approach my car. Flanking it like some kind of take down. Now I am thinking "Oh shit, what is going on!"

He comes back to the edge of my window, hands my things back to me and tells me he actually pulled me over for...Road rage!! He wanted to make sure I wasn't having an altercation with the car in front of me. Now, if I was having an altercation would I really throw a french fry?

Anyway, no ticket was written. It was just an inconvenience. I still can't figure out why they didn't pull over the boys considering they had to pass their car in order to get to mine. The only thing I can think of is they couldn't see the car in front of me that was on the receiving end of my deadly french fry.

It was a bad day to get pulled over in Bellevue. We had two local policemen run down at a convenience store that morning and they had to shoot the young man. The young man ran over the one officer and pinned the second one to the cruiser so they shot him. The officer's are recovering the young man died. All because he didn't want to be pulled over.

Stay safe out there and try not to throw any french fries!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Boys and orbs

2005-08-16T18:56:00.000-07:00

Today was the first day of school for the boys. They are now officially juniors in high school! Not sure how I feel about this new status. My son a junior. Two years left before college. A bittersweet feeling. They did come home in a rather good mood. Happy with their classes, the people in their classes and all that crap. For now at least, until the teachers start piling on the homework. With classes like environmental education, physics, business law, plus the basic core classes it should turn out to be an interesting year/semester. Of course, I had nothing to do with helping them pick electives. LOL Yeah right. Here is to a great a junior year for my boys!

Now, on to a subject of the unearthly type. A couple of days ago pictures of me were taken in my apartment. After loading these pictures on my computer to make sure they came out okay I noticed these white almost clear, perfectly round circles or orbs around me. They show up really well in a couple pictures. What makes it even weirder is they show up the best in my bedroom. Now, that is the room where all the “strange noises and stuff” has been happening since around January. I mentioned these incidents or happenings to John in the past. Back to the orbs. There are two or three that show up perfectly in a couple pictures. I tried to explain them reasonably but can’t. I end up back with my original conclusion.

I have shown these pictures to my Mom, Kenzy, and the boys. They see them also and have no reasonable explanation. Trust me, the boys tried to find one. So, I go back to my original conclusion…guardian angels or just angels?

Does anyone else believe that is possible? I am a believer in angels, the afterlife, spirit guides, reincarnation, and many other ideals that I need not go into at this time. I have family members tell me I am so open to this sort of thing that it isn’t surprising spirits would find me, search me out, or whatever. I am a crazy person.

I will save that for another post.

I just wish these were better pictures of me! LMAO When looking at these don’t really look at me, look to the right of me and around me. You will see the clear looking, round orbs.

I know some of you will have alternate explanations. Please, share them.

Okay, well judge for yourselves.

Orbs 1?
Orbs 2?

Time to fly,
Mo

Uneventful happenings

2005-08-13T19:21:00.000-07:00

Not a lot going on in this part of the country. I do have a count down until I send the boys back to school. Can I get a WOO HOO!! This does mean purchasing school clothes, smelly juice they can douse themselves in, notebooks, pens, and the rest of the stuff they will lose within the first two weeks of class. I have already been on the phone two days in a row with a counselor changing classes/schedules for both boys. Oh joy!

Austin went and pierced both of his nipples. I didn't know about it until it was done and a couple months or so had passed. LOL It is pretty easy to hide, as I know now. Sneaky little turd. I just laughed when he called my bluff and lifted his shirt. He took care of them, never got infected, still keeps them clean and even bought new jewerly. I figure he needs to express his individualism. It was something he wanted to do, he used his money. Plus, these can always be taken out. The permanent stuff will wait until he is 18.

Enough for now.

Time to fly,

Mo

Back from the desert

2005-08-07T13:02:00.000-07:00

Well, we are all safely home from Vegas. The trip had some memorable moments. I dig that town. Did some gambling. My Mom walked through the door of our hotel and didn't stop winning the whole five days! Did a lot of walking. My boys got their first experiences in a couple of areas. Public transportation, naked women on trading cards being handed out on the streets (they brought some home), a night at a bar with a band watching a cousin get smashed. We did manage to close the bar down, then ride the bus back to the hotel. Quite a night. Thanks Jimmy Buffet! LOL Next time, no foo-foo bars though.

We did see just about everything we had planned. The boys roamed the streets and probably saw more than I wish to know about. The Luxor, Venetian, and Caesar's are beyond words to me. Probably my favorites.

We did have one mishap. I fractured my hip. Now, I could tell you I did it buy dancing on the bar at Coyote Ugly or some other wild tale. Nothing quite so exotic unfortunately. I was hit by my Mom in her damn motorized scooter. LOL She was trying to make a U-turn to get ready to go into an elevator and the damn thing was up full speed. She lost control and went full force into my left hip then plowed into the closed metal elevator doors that stopped her with a jolt. Thank goodness they weren't glass, she would of gone through them. So, now after being to the doctor and having x-rays done, I find out about the fracture and fluid building around the hip joint. So the doctor gave me pain meds, steroids for the fluids, and stuff for the internal swelling. At least I have a Vegas story, right!? Go ahead have a chuckle.

Next time to Vegas, no kids, no Mom! Right Kenzy!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Short and sweet

2005-07-25T20:33:00.000-07:00

Well, we leave Wednesday. Vacation is the last thing on my mind at the moment. I have packed most of the boys things. None of my own. Why now do the things I have pushed into the dark recesses of my brain creep to surface? Hopefully, once we are there I will forget these things I have been dwelling on and have a bit of fun. At the very least laze by the pool, drink some cocktails, and check out the strip some. Maybe all the bright Vegas lights at night will burn it all right out of my brain. Eh..probably not.

Time to fly,

Morgan

New news

2005-07-20T06:20:00.000-07:00

I couldn't believe it this morning watching the local news when this story came on. A convicted and sentenced sex offender outside doing yard work! What?! Has not seen the inside of a cell! He was found guilty of mulitiple counts of sexual assault on a child!!! Click here for the whole story. To think that someone like this is walking our streets FREE. Now, that is some scary ass shit in my book. When they interviewed him, as he picked weeds from the cracks in his driveway, he acted as if he had been wrongly convicted. He felt he should be allowed to stay out until his appeals were exhausted. Well, sure he feels that way. He wants to be out and about groping more underage girls.

More Omaha news, we are going to break a weather record here today! Oh yippeee! We are reaching 100 degrees today. That is without our wonderful humidity added in. Then is goes up to 103 by Sunday. It wouldn't be so bad if that was a dry heat but we have to battle the moisture in the air and that shit just makes the heat hang there. I am sure some of you can relate. That alone makes me looks forward to the dry heat of Vegas. Give me 120 degrees dry heat any day of the week. LOL

Speaking of Vegas. One week from today. I haven't packed a thing. I have thought about it though, does that count? I have made a list of the stuff I need to pick up for me and the boys. I will be making those purchases today or tomorrow.

Well, time to wrap up this news day.

Time to fly,

Morgan

To do list

2005-07-13T21:58:00.000-07:00

The clock is now ticking and I am trying to stay in one piece for the next two weeks so I can board that plane to Vegas. There is a vacation waiting for me. Of course I have yet to feel the excitement for the trip, give me another week or so.

Before leaving for Vegas I have to take care of some last minute medical crap. Tomorrow I see the orthopedic doctor for the cyst they found in my right wrist. Oh yippee! It hurts like hell so I hope he can do something to solve that before we leave. I was in the hospital for a severe migraine so I have to make sure I have something to take with me so I don't take a tour of a lovely Vegas hospital. LOL

Also, bathing and nail trimming of the ferrets is a must. Stocking up on cat and ferret food along with kitty litter is also on my to do list. Can't leave Dad without proper supplies while he is here on pet sitting duty.

Then the dreaded task of laundry and packing. That is the worst. I will make the boys pick out what they want to take then pack it up so they can't wear it. I will not be doing laundry right up until time to leave for the airport. Nope..no way...no how.

Then off to Vegas. Laying by the pool, soaking in the atmosphere, people watching, hitting the strip, seeing the sites, doing some shopping, drinking, catching some shows, maybe even gamble a bit. Just going to play every day ! No schedules! No clocks! No itinerary!

Viva Las Vegas Baby!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Hello, hello

2005-07-10T20:02:00.000-07:00

Yes, I am clinging to the vines of sanity. I am still around, alive, ya know all that jazz. Just been busy going to Austin's baseball games, battling various ailments and injuries, and road tripping to the middle of nowhere, to Lake Okiboji. Not for me but to drop off my son. So I drove out and back in one day.

Anyway, I will try to get back soon after I have organized my scattered and weary brain.

Time to fly,

Morgan

The heat is on!

2005-06-22T21:59:00.000-07:00

Not just outside either. It is CWS(College World Series) week here!!
HOOK "EM HORNS GO TEXAS!

The TV stays on ESPN unless we are out at a game. Unfortunately, this year, I can't go to any games. The reasons I will leave for another day, just health stuff. So....this means I am faithfully watching ESPN twice a day at 1 P.M. and 6 P.M. Have to watch both games, ya know.

Now, tonight was THE night, Texas playing Baylor. The phone rings. Do I want reserved seats 8 rows up, above the first base dugout?? My answer...HELL YEA! But I don't get to sit in them. Shit man! So, Mom and brother go to the game. Damn it. LOL As do my son(s) in general admission seats. Where all the fun usually is anyway. The right or left field bleachers is where the party happens. When the CWS rolls into town it's like the city is in a party mode of types.

Well, almost game time. I am out of the 95 degree heat, with the humidity putting it well over 100, in the comfort of my living room watching Texas and Baylor battle it out. The game is amazing. A tight one.....an awesome play at the plate!!! He is SAFE.... catcher better move his ass outta the way

WOW lucky thing nobody lives below me because man they would be pissed! lol

In the end, the Horns pulled it off. Barely. Whew! Had me worried there for a bit. They need to, ummm, like..... not do that.

The heat was on! The Texas Longhorns are going to the championship game..... I didn't get to go but it was almost as fun watching from here
..mmmm nope not really Eh anyway....
Good luck boys!

Time to fly,

Mo

Crazy little emotion

2005-06-16T10:32:00.000-07:00

Just hanging out pondering the idea of love and relationships.

What is it really? How do you really know when you are in that all consuming, forever, love versus body and soul lust? Feelings that you think are love that turn out to be something else entirely and completely disappointing in the process. Does anyone really have the answers to these questions and others? Or do they just THINK they do?

These thoughts are coming to mind not just in reference to my life, but the people around me and their relationships. Let me tell you, there are quite a few.

I know there are books out there that you can read that are suppose to be able to "help". Eh whatever, like those really help. They may give insight, but every one of those give different advice, tips, perspective, depending on who wrote them and where they are in their lives. At least that is how I see it. Then, there are the classes you can take or the relationship counseling you can get as a couple. Well, what about those of us that need help before hand?

I will be the first to stand up and say this " My name is Morgan, I am a relationship dummy." "I suck at them." Is there a 12 step program for something like this? There is a program for just about everything else?

Everyone has problems and issues in this area. Does anyone else think that one day Mr. Right or Ms. Right is destined to come along and when they do you will just know it deep down somewhere? Or is that some Hollywood, fairytail concept I have picked up that is completely unreasonable and alien?

Maybe it is me. My ideal of what it is to "fall in love". I am not unhappy, please do not get me wrong, anyone. I just always wonder if there is more. Always have. More emotion, more WOW, more of the rush, understanding of me, understanding of my son and my parental style. I don't want to fall into that comfortable friends feeling. I know there will be certain amount of growing comfortable after time, but it doesn't have to become like roommates in my opinion.

I have seen too many relationships die and become mortally wounded because of this "rut" or the "we are comfortable together" syndrome. I don't want that. I know it takes work. I am willing to work. The falling in love part should not be part of the work. Is that asking too much?

Maybe I expect too much. My heart and soul wants something that either doesn't exist or if it does cannot endure. Ya think?

Time is up...

Gotta Fly,

Morgan

Good Goo

2005-06-08T22:15:00.000-07:00

Just a quick word cuz I can.

I was thinking... Have I ever written about the good things that go on around here? There are good things. Everyday. They be small sometimes but they happen. I may bitch about the boy(s) on occasion but they do have their moments.

I would have to say I am very proud of my son, Austin. He has had his moments of brain freeze. He is 16...brain freeze is bound to happen, I just hope he is learning from these "freezes". Overall, he is a great kid.

Last night, Austin climbed onto the counter in the kitchen and helped me changed a light bulb. Simple, yes....but appreciated and I love him for it. And I told him so. He stopped and carried up a load of clothes out of the dryer as he came up to the apartment. Thoughtful. This may not happen every time but he does manage to do the little things. He will help our neighbor couple to the north. They are so nice.

He is a great ballplayer. I tell him all the time how much I like to watch him play. He is so accurate when he is on the mound pitching. Just the other day he came home from practice so excited that the coach was teaching him a couple new pitches, knuckle ball was the one they had been working on that day. I tell him after every game how proud I am.

Although we have our daily issues of grumbling, little fits of anger and what not, it generally passes quickly. He is no angel by any reach of the imagination. He is a teenager and I love him even with the dirty clothes all over the floor, shoes in the middle of the living room...............LOL

Things to do...have teens to keep up with,

Time to fly,

Morgan

Blog Therapy 2

2005-06-07T08:34:00.000-07:00

Time for another session.

For starters, the car thing is pretty much settled. Everyone is, (or better be) happy. One more to sell though. Damn Integra! LOL

I was hoping once June rolled around things would settle down. Oh NO! How could I think such nonsense? Austin is playing Legion baseball again this summer. Man, they play A LOT of frickin games people! We are talking from May through July, four or five days a week. Some days double headers. Relentless. Especially in the heat. Today is suppose to hit 94 without the heat index. Yes, of course we have a game in the heat of the day. Thank the Gods we love baseball!

Then, there is Kenny, my guardian son. He is in summer school. There goes the whole concept of SLEEPING IN! Yes, I know, those of you that have to get up to go to work everyday have no sympathy for me. During the school year I am up early every damn day. I want to sleep in. IT IS SUMMER! Then what does he do? He pierces his lip. Does he call me first? Nope. He calls his sick, high on cold medicine, half asleep, real Mom. He askes to repierce his ear. Now, the ear and lip can't be confused. They sound nothing alike. E A R....L I P nothing alike. When I was on the phone with Kenzy and we asked him why he did it he responded with a typical teenage answer, "Because it is cool." Yeah, he'll think it is real cool when it gets infected. Any takers on a bet as to how long this lip ring stays in? I say 4 weeks.

Oh hell, time is up. Man these sessions zip by. LOL

Time to fly,

Morgan

Blog Therapy

2005-05-28T10:21:00.000-07:00

Well, I think I will get comfy on the proverbial “couch” and let off some steam. This could take many sessions/updates so lets just start and see where it takes, me shall we?

Cars. I hate them. I have four but only one is reliable at the moment. How fucked up is that? I also think I got screwed , correction, I know I got screwed by some bogus bidder on eBay on the sale of one of these vehicles. I am all over that shit to find out who and when I do….My son is “working” on his Honda hatchback which would be fine and dandy if he had patience and just a tiny bit of organization. He gets frustrated then angry and it goes down hill fast from there. My dad and brother have even been coming over to lend a helping hand and a bit of their knowledge. Hell, according to my son, they don’t know as much as his 16-18 year old friends. LOL explain that one.

The current car I am suppose to be driving, an Eagle Talon, wouldn’t start the other afternoon. It was fine when I parked it. Now, guys, please stifle your “women driver” jokes. LOL wasn’t the battery, the starter, etc.. it is electrical and the damn thing keeps blowing the new fuses and all after it starts. Now, that POS is at our friendly downtown mechanic. We did all we could with it besides roll it into the river. LOL

The fourth and only reliable car at the moment has “for sale” signs in it. Go figure that shit! My pretty little Neon. About the time it came out in the paper the Talon threw its tantrum. What luck. The phone has been ringing none stop. I have all these people set up to look at my Neon this weekend. It sells, we walk until one of the other two are running. As I type, my son and Dad are out back working on the Honda’s little problem. Granted, it is nothing major, just a major pain in the ass and inconvenience at the moment.

So, I think my time is up. Of course that was a fast session. Until next time….

Time to fly,

Morgan

Blog Break

2005-05-22T15:19:00.000-07:00

I am writing this entry to say I won't be updating for awhile. I have to decide if I even want to continue to keep my blog. At this point, it seems silly.

Time to fly,

Morgan

Check this out

2005-05-21T07:31:00.000-07:00

Most of you have probably heard of this but just in case you haven't or you haven't gone and checked it out here is your chance. I can spend hours jumping from blog to blog reading through them. Here is the link. Check it out!

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/theblog/featuredposts.html#a000467

Time to fly,

Morgan

9 Things I Hate About Everyone

2005-05-20T10:41:00.000-07:00

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time.... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off their ass to search the entire room for the TV remote because they refuse to walk to the TV and change the channel manually.

3. When people say "Oh you just want to have your cake and eat it too". Damn right! What good is cake if you can't eat it?

4. When people say "it's always the last place you look". Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking after you've found it? Do people do this? Who and where are they?

5. When people say while watching a film "did you see that?". No loser, I paid $12 to come to the cinema and stare at the damn floor.

6. People who ask "Can I ask you a question?".... Didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

7. When something is 'new and improved!'. Which is it? If it's new, then there has never been anything before it. If it's an improvement, then there must have been something before it, couldn't be new.

8. When people say "life is short". What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that's longer?

9. When you are waiting for the bus and someone asks "Has the bus come yet?". If the bus had come would I be standing here, dumbass?

Disclaimer: I am sharing this from a source unknown to me.

Time to fly,

Morgan

Did you ever?

2005-05-14T22:20:00.000-07:00

Have you ever had one of those weeks where you have so much to say but with which no words to use? I have. This week was one of those weeks. Right now I have so much I want to talk, write, vent, discuss, bitch, sing, and/or cry about but the words fail me.

John just called. Immediately, I started talking in three different directions it seemed. He didn't even get a word in except for "Hey, I have to go back to work." Sad huh? Hardly a "Hello, how are you?"or a "Miss you"even had a chance of survival amidst my barrage of words. He was warned, somewhat, of the oncoming verbal assault I needed to purge. Though I did not do it well or completely. Damn it anyway! I must try not to do that when he calls next time. How rude. Yes, I know. Rude.

Well, that is what I needed to do for now. Say that. I will update again soon when I can find the words for the words in my head to make sense to the rest of the world, or at the very least you all.

Time to fly,

Morgan

Deserving kudos!

2005-05-08T08:55:00.000-07:00

Happy Mother's Day to all those that are Mother's, will soon be Mother's, and want to be Mother's in the future! Motherhood is one tough ass job. That doesn't get any easier as the precious ones get older.

I read the other day that stay-at-home Mom's salaries would be in the $100,000.00 range IF they got paid for the work they do. I can believe that. Shit, wouldn't that be nice? Most people don't realize how much goes into the daily routine of a stay-at-home Mom's day. It can really be overwhelming, demanding, thankless, unappreciated, work done by a woman that at times feels invisible.

kudos to Mom's! Enjoy Mother's day!

Time to fly,

Mo

Here is what you get

2005-05-03T19:23:00.000-07:00

Well, here I be. Wishing I could say things were 100 %. I can say they are a bit better. As far as my health, the inner ears are improving but the health crap is still lurking and will be gradually be getting worse until I can see the “gland guy”. Stress is not a good factor to have in my life at the moment, it only makes the disease progress faster, but it seems at every turn it is increasing tri-fold. My son’s car, a late night visit to the ER for my Dad last night, the management company where we live needs to be shot lol, and the list goes on. Yes, I realize this all sounds like whining, trust me this is not whining. This is just stating facts of my current life. If I am to update this thing, this is what you get.

Okay, I am back after a not so short phone call with Kenzy. Needed girl talk ya know.

Now I will be battling the ferrets as they roam the back of the apartment and cause mischief and steal who knows what to take back to their “secret” lair. Before I can retire for the night.

Anyway, on to other subjects. I am so glad the weather is weather is warming up so I can get outside some and work in the little yard/garden I have. It helps me clear my head and gives me the feeling of freedom and closeness to nature that I have been longing for. I can only work out there a little at a time before it wears it me out, but I will take what I can get and do it in spurts.

I wish I could put thoughts down about current events going on in the world because I do have so many opinions on different subjects. Right now it would just be a random mess. The one thing I do have to do say is about the woman that fled to Vegas and claimed to be “kidnapped” by two people at gun point. When in fact she skipped out due to the “pressures of planning of her wedding”. Evidence is showing this action was now premeditated. She had cut her hair, saved money, and bought the ticket in advance. What the hell was she thinking?! Then the fiancé puts the ring back on her finger. After all the money and man power that went into to looking for her ass I think they should charge her criminally. I have no sympathy for her but I do for the poor man she was going to marry, the people in her home town and state, and law enforcement. She isn’t the first bride to feel pressure in planning her wedding. She isn’t special. Her fiancé’s dad was the the town mayor, key word WAS….BFD. She is/was still just another bride. GET OVER IT. Charge her criminally.

Yes, I know I could be using this space to talk about politics, religion, terrorism, just off the top of my head. This story just seems to piss me off at the moment. Maybe one day I will…naw who I am kidding, I don’t usually vent about those topics anyway, I leave that to others. LMAO

Time to fly,

Morgan

Quick word

2005-04-22T17:30:00.000-07:00

Just a quick word for those of you looking for an update. I apologize for waiting so long. I am currently having some health issues. An old ugly health monster is rearing its nasty head, catching me way off guard. I have become quite weak, tired, and listless. This now has caused a small complication fighting off a double inner ear infection. My immune system is so busy battling itself that it is not fighting off this infection. Maybe one of these days I will go into more details. Right now I just do not have the strength to type much more. My pillow is calling to me.
So, I do have good moments and I am trying to use those to accomplish the things I need to get done for my teenage son(s). They are also trying to be helpful to the best of their abilities, bless their hearts.
I will try, no promises, to update when possible.

Time to Fly,

Morgan

Sad state of being

2005-04-09T10:42:00.000-07:00

Well, well…here I am. Miserable. Grumpy. Sad LOL Nice huh. Okay, here are the reasons for my current state of being.

Right before John and Kenzy’s visit, and I mean within 48 hours, I had an unexpected trip to the dentist. He had to extract a bottom molar. If that wasn’t bad enough, it got infected and dry socket. UGH! Then, I have this “gritting my teeth” issue. All of the damn time. Awake….sleeping…it doesn’t matter, I am not aware I am doing it until my jaw and/or teeth ache. So, this led to jaw muscle problems/spasms on that side. Which I am still battling.

We still managed to have a pretty great time while they were here. It was short but sweet. I enjoyed the quiet , and not so quiet, times John and I shared. Kenzy was proud of herself. She finally, after all these years GOT ME BACK with a shot of Butterscotch schnapps! LMAO Way to go girl! We giggled for I don’t know how long. John found the whole scene….intriguing? Crazy? Silly? Eh…who knows? But he stood in my kitchen and watched with a lopsided grin on his face.

Then they had to leave. I miss them both. But, you have to get back into life. Somehow. Until the next the time. Some bonds cannot be broken by distance.

Now, I have the ickies. Probably bronchitis. Brought home by one of my teenagers. I know, I know…see a “healer”! LOL Thanks honey, I will!

So to list my bitches…my jaw is killing me still, my head hurts, my chest hurts, I can hardly breath, I AM MISERABLE. LOL This leads to grumpy…natural way of things when you are sick, for me anyway.

The sad comes in for obvious reasons. I miss John. I miss Kenzy. I may even miss that damn Monkey.

Then my phone rings this morning. It is my mom. That is not unusual. The news is. A long time friend of ours, CeCe, age 54, has passed away. She had been ill. Had a lung transplant but we had thought she was doing better. Then she died suddenly on Thursday. She was a wonderful lady. We use to travel around the U.S. for the woman’s bowling league and she was always my double’s partner. We had so much fun! We made some good money too! LOL New Orleans, Tucson, Baton Rouge, Phoenix, Minneapolis, etc.. all over the state of Nebraska. Then again on a regular basis every Thursday night for years in our normal league.

Rest in peace dear CeCe! Fly with angles.

Time to fly

Mo

Life line

2005-03-17T20:25:00.000-08:00

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? Has anyone else ever thought about this?
If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five!

That's the key.

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead."How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16!

And then the greatest day of your life . . . you become 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony . . YOU BECOME 21 YESSSS !!! But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're "Just a sour-dumpling."

What's wrong? What's changed? What the hell has happened?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50 and your dreams are gone. But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would! YAY!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday! You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.

And it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."
Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"
May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

How to stay young (at heart at least, where it counts most!)

1.Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay them.

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening,whatever. Never let the brain be idle. " An idle mind is the devil's workshop".
And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4.Enjoy the simple things.

5.Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person who is
with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7.Surround yourself with what you love, Whether it's family, pets,
keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever. Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health: If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable,
improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9.Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next
county;to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10.Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments
that take our breath away.

Time to fly,

Morgan

Tick Tock, Tick Tock..

2005-03-16T20:05:00.000-08:00

Goes the time clock in my head. The countdown has begun. The countdown to the arrival of Kenzy and John, oh and of course, The Monkey. That happens to be the same weekend as spring break for my son(s). I need not worry about them, they have cleared their plans for the long weekend with me already. What good boys! Otherwise, our planning has commenced. Dining, drinking, a little sight seeing, one of my son’s baseball games, and stuff. Kenzy, I am sure has an itinerary of her own. I do plan on spending a bit of time visiting with her so she had better work it in!

Tick Tock, Tick Tock..
Still the clock in my head chimes loudly. I know, on many levels, how to explain this. I am thrilled to being seeing Kenzy again so soon. I am sure this a contributing factor. On a larger scope, anxiety and excitement is building rapidly as I look toward the arrival date for John. Butterflies and nausea do not mix well people. I am overwhelmed with conflicting emotions, all good, about his impending arrival. I know this is the first I have written of this. SURPRISE! Not that it is an unknown topic, just an unwritten one.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock..
Even as I write, the butterflies are growing into bats or something much larger. It is a nice feeling to be all “girlie like” again over a man. It has been a long time and I am enjoying the ride. “Giddy like a school girl.” said a friend of mine the other night. I could only reply with a smile. Yes, I am going to try to restrain from gushing. I will save that for after the visit. LOL As for now, I am trying to deal with the unknown. The build up waiting for the car to pull up out front. Pacing a track in the carpet. Sipping, no correction, swilling, down a few drinks to calm the nerves. The expectations of the first moment. The rush of emotions. Wondering what will happen in those first few moments. How will I feel? How I will react? How should I react? How will he react? Will he be as happy to see me as I am him? Is he as nervous/anxious/happy? Drunk? LOL These are the ramblings of a “silly girl”, or so I have been told. These are all the basic surface emotions and thoughts. I am aware of ones that run much deeper.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock..
I want the time of waiting to be over. Though I know as soon as it is, it will start all over again. For he must leave. Go back to life as we know it. This is not a complaint but a fear. As of yet, an unexplored fear. At least in this case.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock…
And the clock moves ahead another minute…

Time to fly,

Morgan

DAVID LETTERMAN'S TOP 10 DRAWBACKS TO WORKING IN A CUBICLE

2005-03-15T10:00:00.000-08:00

10. Being told to "think outside the box" when you're in a freakin' box all day long.

9. Not being able to check e-mail attachments without turning around to see who's behind you.

8. Cubicle walls do not offer much protection from any kind of gun fire.

7. That nagging feeling that if you press the right button, you'll get a piece of cheese.

6. Lack of roof rafters for the noose.

5. The walls are too close together for the hammock to work right.

4. 23 power cords - 1 outlet.

3. Prison cells are not only bigger, they also have beds.

2. The carpet has been there since 1976 and shows more signs of life than your coworkers.

And the number one drawback to working in a cubicle is:

1. You can't walk out and slam the door when you quit.

Loved these, so I just had to share them!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Shower styles

2005-03-11T08:39:00.000-08:00

HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN
Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.
Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.
Look at your womanly physique in the mirror -make mental note to do more sit-ups/leg-lifts, etc.
Get in the shower.
Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.
Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.
Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.
Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner enhanced.
Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.
Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.
Rinse conditioner off hair.
Shave armpits and legs.
Turn off shower.
Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.
Spray mold spots with Tilex.
Get out of shower.
Dry with towel the size of a small country.
Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.
Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.
If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.

HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN
Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.
Walk naked to the bathroom.
If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her making the 'woo-woo' sound.
Look at your manly physique in the mirror.
Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your butt.
Get in the shower.
Wash your face.
Wash your armpits.
Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse them off.
Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.
Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.
Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.
Wash your hair.
Make a shampoo Mohawk.
Pee.
Rinse off and get out of shower.
Partially dry off.
Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.
Admire wiener size in mirror again.
Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.
Return to bedroom with towel around waist.
If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the 'woo-woo' sound again.
Throw wet towel on bed.

MEN!

Time to fly,

Morgan

What is this?

2005-03-08T06:00:00.000-08:00

This is the deal. Lately, I have been surrounded by the male species. Males of all ages from 15 years on up into the thirties. There seems to be one common denominator. The obsession with the size of their penis. Yes, that is what I said.

Sitting in my living room, minding my own business, the young men hanging out in my house will break into conversations about this topic. WHAT IS THIS? Some of my niece’s college age friends sitting around chatting it up at a party about penis insecurities. WHAT IS THIS? Talking to men my age that are friends of mine, out of the blue, this topic comes up. WHAT IS THIS?

It never seems to fail, once the topic is brought up the stories become hysterical, to me. Wishful thinking to them. They can go on and on about the size of their penis. Make jokes about their “little buddy” or “not so little buddy” as more often than not seems to be the case. WHAT IS THIS? Swap stories about the women/girls/young ladies/ they have "impressed". WHAT IS THIS?

Women may have issues about their breasts or a certain body part but we do not brag about how big they are, how well they perform. We do not sit around telling “war stories” with our friends.

WHAT IS THIS?

Time to fly,

Morgan

Nothing here.....

2005-02-28T16:05:00.000-08:00

Okay, well I have nothing much to say about much at this point and time. That is exactly what you people came here to read huh?
It isn’t like there is nothing going on in my life. There is a lot going on actually. That just may be the problem. I have no fucking clue where to begin. How to put it on down. What I want to share, how I want to share. All this crap tumbling around my head like an overloaded clothes dryer and the damn clothes won’t get dry! Ka-thump...Ka-thump! THUD! "Who put the damn shoe in my head!!"
Everything, well most everything, happening is good, very good. So, finally that isn’t an issue. YAY for me! Just have to calm the demons and questions in my head. Tell them all to back the hell off and enjoy the moments. Even stuff with my son(s) are improving. Scary shit people! So, as you see, too much is going on for me to pick out one thing specifically and begin to purge.
Maybe soon.

Time to fly,

Mo

Did it really exist??

2005-02-19T23:10:00.000-08:00

Something I often wonder about. So I decided to share the story.

The Story of Atlantis - Fact, Fiction or Exaggeration?

Over 11,000 years ago there existed an island nation located in the middle of the Atlantic ocean populated by a noble and powerful race. The people of this land possessed great wealth thanks to the natural resources found throughout their island. The island was a center for trade and commerce. The rulers of this land held sway over the people and land of their own island and well into Europe and Africa.

This was the island of Atlantis.

Atlantis was the domain of Poseidon, god of the sea. When Poseidon fell in love with a mortal woman, Cleito, he created a dwelling at the top of a hill near the middle of the island and surrounded the dwelling with rings of water and land to protect her.

Cleito gave birth to five sets of twin boys who became the first rulers of Atlantis. The island was divided among the brothers with the eldest, Atlas, first King of Atlantis, being given control over the central hill and surrounding areas.

At the top of the central hill, a temple was built to honor Poseidon which housed a giant gold statue of Poseidon riding a chariot pulled by winged horses. It was here that the rulers of Atlantis would come to discuss laws, pass judgments, and pay tribute to Poseidon..

To facilitate travel and trade, a water canal was cut through of the rings of land and water running south for 5.5 miles to the sea.
The city of Atlantis sat just outside the outer ring of water and spread across the plain covering a circle of 11 miles. This was a densely populated area where the majority of the population lived.

Beyond the city lay a fertile plain 330 miles long and 110 miles wide surrounded by another canal used to collect water from the rivers and streams of the mountains. The climate was such that two harvests were possible each year. One in the winter fed by the rains and one in the summer fed by irrigation from the canal.

Surrounding the plain to the north were mountains which soared to the skies. Villages, lakes, rivers, and meadows dotted the mountains.

Besides the harvests, the island provided all kinds of herbs, fruits, and nuts. An abundance of animals, including elephants, roamed the island.

For generations the Atlanteans lived simple, virtuous lives. But slowly they began to change. Greed and power began to corrupt them. When Zeus saw the immorality of the Atlanteans he gathered the other gods to determine a suitable punishment.

Soon, in one violent surge it was gone. The island of Atlantis, its people, and its memory were swallowed by the sea.

This is a summary of the story told by Plato around 360 BC in his dialogues Timaeus and Critias. These writings of Plato are the only specific known references to Atlantis. They have prompted controversy and debate for over two thousand years.

What do YOU think?

Other links you might want to look at if you aren't sure:
Theories
Timeline
Location?

Time to fly,

Morgan

In Honor of Valentines Day

2005-02-13T23:43:00.000-08:00

The love thermometer shows a high compatibility based on the names you entered. This is already a good start, however you have to work on your relationship. All relationships have ups and downs. Listen to your heart, be honest and talk to your partner - these are the ingredients for a good relationship.
Try it out here Love Tests
Time to fly,

Morgan

Year of the Rooster Predictions

2005-02-12T05:10:00.000-08:00

Welcome to the year of The Rooster!

My Chinese Sign

Goat January, 16 1968

The Rooster year is challenging for dreamy, whimsical Goats. Harsh directives, rigid dictates and tight schedules are your worst enemies. Don’t even try to tow the line. It’s useless to fight your own sweet nature. Stay out of the line of fire. Use this year to build better castles in the air. But don’t neglect your love life. There is a mellow Pig or cozy Cat/Rabbit lurking out there who longs to support you in style while you concoct even the zaniest of schemes.

Want to know yours go to Chinese Horoscopes

Then let us know what your prediction is!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Great quotes by great ladies

2005-02-11T07:25:00.000-08:00

Inside every older lady is a younger lady -- wondering the hell happened. -Cora Harvey Armstrong-

Inside me lives a skinny woman crying to get out. But I can usually shut her up with cookies.
-Unknown-

The hardest years in life are those between ten and seventy.
-Helen Hayes (at 73)-

I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows.
-Janette Barber-

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.
-Lily Tomlin-

A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who never owned a car.
-Carrie Snow-

Laugh and the world laughs with you. Cry and you cry with your girlfriends.
-Laurie Kuslansky-

My second favorite household chore is ironing. My first being, hitting my head on the top bunk bed until I faint.
-Erma Bombeck-

Old age ain't no place for sissies.
-Bette Davis-

A man's got to do what a man's got to do. A woman must do what he can't.
-Rhonda Hansome-

The phrase "working mother" is redundant.
-Jane Sellman-

Every time I close the door on reality, it comes in through the windows.
-Jennifer Unlimited-

Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
-Charlotte Whitton-

Thirty-five is when you finally get your head together and your body starts falling apart.
-Caryn Leschen-

I try to take one day at a time -- but sometimes several days attack me at once.
-Jennifer Unlimited-

If you can't be a good example -- then you'll just have to be a horrible warning.
-Catherine-

When I was young, I was put in a school for retarded kids for two years before they realized I actually had a hearing loss. And they called ME slow!
-Kathy Buckley-

I'm not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I'm not dumb -- and I'm also not blonde.
-Dolly Parton-

If high heels were so wonderful, men would still be wearing them.
-Sue Grafton-

I'm not going to vacuum 'til Sears makes one you can ride on.
-Roseanne Barr-

When women are depressed they either eat or go shopping. Men invade another country..
-Elayne Boosler-

Behind every successful man is a surprised woman.
-Maryon Pearson-

In politics, if you want anything said, ask a man. If you want anything done, ask a woman.
-Margaret Thatcher-

I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.
-Gloria Steinem-

I am a marvelous housekeeper. Every time I leave a man, I keep his house.
-Zsa Zsa Gabor-

Nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission.
-Eleanor Roosevelt-

Time to fly,

Morgan

Horoscopes according to Adam Sandler.

2005-02-08T04:50:00.000-08:00

These are for fun people...it is Adam Sandler after all!

Aquarius (Jan 23 - Feb 22) - You have an inventive mind and are inclined to be progressive. You lie a great deal. You make the same mistakes repeatedly because you are stupid. Everyone thinks you are a fucking jerk.

Pisces (Feb 23 - Mar 22) - You are a pioneer type and think most people are dickheads. You are quick to reprimand, impatient, and full of advice. You do nothing but piss-off everyone you come in contact with. You are a prick.

Aries (Mar 23 - April 22) - You have a wild imagination and often think you are being followed by the FBI or CIA. You have minor influence on your friends and people resent you for flaunting your power. You lack confidence and are a general dipshit.

Taurus (April 23 - May 22) - You are practical and persistent. You have a dogged determination and work like hell. Most people think you are stubborn and bullheaded. You are nothing but a goddamned communist.

Gemini (May 23 - June 22) - You are a quick and intelligent thinker.
People like you because you are bisexual. You are inclined to expect too much for too little. This means you are a cheap bastard. Geminis are notorious for thriving on incest.

Cancer (June 23 - July 22) - You are sympathetic and understanding of other people's problems, which makes you a sucker. You are always putting things off. That is why you will always be on welfare and won't be worth a shit. Everyone in prison is a Cancer.

Leo (July 23 - Aug 22) - You consider yourself a born leader. Others think you are an idiot. Most Leos are bullies. You are vain and cannot tolerate criticism. Your arrogance is disgusting. Leo people are thieving motherfuckers and enjoy masturbation more than sex.

Virgo (Aug 23 - Sept 22) - You are the logical type and hate disorder. Your shit-picking attitude is sickening to your friends and co-workers. You are cold and unemotional and often fall asleep while fucking. Virgos make good bus drivers and pimps.

Libra (Sept 23 - Oct 22) - You are the artistic type and have a difficult time dealing with reality. Chances for employment and monetary gain are nil. Most Libra women are whores. All Libras die of venereal disease.

Scorpio (Oct 23 - Nov 22) - You are the worst of the lot. You are shrewd in business and cannot be trusted. You shall achieve the pinnacle of success because of your total lack of ethics. You are the perfect son-of-a-bitch. Most Scorpios are murdered.

Sagittarius (Nov 23 - Dec 22) - You are optimistic and enthusiastic. You have a reckless tendency to rely on your luck since you have no talent. You are a worthless piece of shit.

Capricorn (Dec 23 - Jan 22) - You are conservative and afraid of taking risks. You are basically chickenshit. There has never been a Capricorn of any importance.

Time to fly,
Morgan

Care of Jokes Galore

Axioms to Live By..

2005-02-04T09:43:00.000-08:00

or at least to think about....

1) Life isn't like a box of chocolates, it's more like a jar of jalapenos; you never know what's going to burn your ass.

2) I love deadlines. I especially like the whooshing sound they make as they go flying by.

3) Tell me what you need, and I'll tell you how to get along without it.

4) Needing someone is like needing a parachute. If they aren't there the first time, chances are you won't be needing them again.

5) I don't have an attitude problem; you have a perception problem.

6) Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself f*** where in the hell is the ceiling?

7) My reality check bounced.

8) On the keyboard of life, always keep one finger on the escape key.

9) I don't suffer from stress. I am a carrier!!!

10) You are slower than a herd of turtles stampeding through peanut butter.

11) Everyone is someone else's weirdo.

12) Never argue with an idiot. They drag you down to their level then beat you with experience.

13) Be careful . .a pat on the back is only a few centimeters from a kick in the ass.

14) Don't be irreplaceable --- if you can't be replaced, you won'tbe promoted.

15) The more crap you put up with, the more crap you are going to get.

16) You can go anywhere you want if you look serious and carry a clipboard.

17) So this isn't Home Sweet Home. Adjust!

18) Ring bell for maid service. If no answer, do it yourself!

19) I came, I saw, I decided to order take out.

20) Blessed are they who can laugh at themselves for they shall never cease to be amused.

21) I'd love to live life in the fast lane, but I am married to a speed bump.

22) What should you give a man who has everything? A woman to show him how to work it!

23) How can you tell which bottle contains her PMS medicine? It's the one with bite marks on the cap!

Time to fly,
Morgan

In the spirit of weddings

2005-02-01T12:49:00.000-08:00

Okay, I know I should update on the school thing but, naw. I am not in the mood at this moment. Consider it an ongoing investigation. Leave it at that.
Since Kenz is getting married. Congrats to her! I have been reflecting on the last wedding I was witness to and how ridiculous that bride was, so I figured I would share what I saw as humor. I know our Kenzy will not be as wreckless in the planning of this grand affair. On the other hand, the young bride I speak of was comically so. I got to sit back and watch.
This event took place this past August. It was put together in mere a 7 months. YOWZA! Soo... The day after the Groom asked the Bride to marry him she began asking all, and I mean ALL, of her girlfriends to be in the wedding. By the end of a twenty-four hour period she was up to eight maids of honor, and she couldn't stop herself. It was like the moment she announced she was getting married she would then proceed with..."would you like to be in my wedding?" The Groom was told by a friend, yes he had to be told, to put his foot down and set a "bridal party limit". This limit was set immediately. Which of course caused the ground below us to crack open and emit the fires of hell. It was some crazy shit man! These girls became petty,angry, and even mean because they couldn't be in a certain place "in line" as they walked down the aisle for the ceremony. Did any of you know there was a bridal party pecking order?? Hmph
So, while our bride is letting her "girls" quietly grumble, and has now also cut others , heaven forbid, back to attendants, and even other less worthy positions, the search for a dress begins. Finding the actual wedding gown turned out to be the easy part. Finding the brides maids dresses, now that was not. The bride wanted two different colors. The top one color, the bottom another color. Now they had to decide what colors! The grooms wardrobe was decided. Military blues. The groomsmen..black tux. EASY! So, we all say, easy. Put the girls in black and white. Right. Wrong. I saw swatches of frickin' colors I didn't even know existed, and I use to teach elementary school. I thought I had seen every color imaginable! If the bride had a brain, half of these decisions would never of been a problem. Bless her heart, but she isn't the brightest bulb..ya know. She finally picked the dresses, or rather, the top from one dress and the bottom from another. The tops were white the bottoms burgundy. Not as bad as it sounds.... really, no really, trust me. Well, Okay..I would of gone a different route but hey.
Next, the bride drags the groom to register for gifts. Lucky him, especially if you know this girl. As told from the groom himself it went something like this...they entered each store (they registered at places like Bath, Body, and Beyond & Linen and Things) the lady would set up their account, hand them the scanner and his bride would hit the isles running and scanning frantically. Up and down the isles goes the bride while the groom is following the sound of the scanner registering in her every push of the button. He couldn't keep up. She scanned in items like a nasty yellow and black patterned stoneware setting for 12 price tag...$250.00, stainless steal trash can for the bathroom $90.00. Who really needs a stainless steal trash can in the bathroom??A surgeon...yeah okay but really. The bride also put a $500.00 dining room table on her gift registery. Good one huh.
So, most of the wedding preparations went along this way. I would be here forever if I went through each of them. Here are few others.. The groom forgot to pick the rings up for wedding ceremony (they got picked up that morning by his mom). The groomsmen were late picking up the tuxs on THE DAY OF THE WEDDING lol. They had to change the location for the reception at the last minute, luckily they hadn't printed invitations yet. They did lose money on that one though.
The actual wedding ceremony went along pretty smoothly. Of course, there was the usual little incidents. The cute little ring bearer boy decided to lay down behind the bride and groom right in the middle of the ceremony and nap.
In the end, the wedding was okay overall. The bride and groom did decide to excuse the guests in the church themselves. So, we all got to sit there while they went from pew to pew and hugged and kissed everyone. Lucky for me I was in one of the first two rows at the front of the church! I got to wait outside and was handed, of all things, bubbles. Oh glory me...bubbles! to entertain myself during the long wait. Umm, no. To blow at the bride and groom when they eventually were done hugging and slobbering on everyone else in the church. Awww hell that means I have to save some bubbles...so I go back up to the top of the stairs to the church and grab another one. Problem solved!
Once everyone was out of the church, the bride and groom was shoved, literally, into the back of a mustang convertible to ride off into the sunset....well theoretically. They went to drive off then the bride's dress wouldn't go into the back of the mustang so she was shoved, quite roughly, into the back seat. As they drove off, from the back of this bright yellow mustang convertible the bride is frantically reaching for her veil as the wind is ripping it from her hair into the air and the groom is yanking down on her gown yelling "LET IT GO, LET IT GO!"
Fitting.
Time to fly,
Morgan

These people are educated??

2005-01-26T10:00:00.000-08:00

Yes, here I go again. Venting. Yet another battle with the high school. These people are supposed to be educated. Well, they sure are not impressing me. Some incompetent twit has really gone and fucked things up this time! At 1:30 I will be at the school banging some heads together until I found EXACTLY who made this possibly dangerous and careless mistake. The last two days on the phone sure has not gotten me any answers. Just a bunch of excuses and people from the dean's office to the registrar office telling me I must be mistaken. We shall see who is mistaken.
Here is what happened.
Kenny's mom, Stephanie, called me last night. Now, Kenny is the young man living here so he may go to the high school here. We follow all the legal procedures and put down that for no reason at all should his father or psycho stepmom receive any mail, phone calls, etc.concerning Kenny.They are NOT to know he is back at this school, in this town. They can be/are dangerous, violent, drug using, people. Anyway..Stephanie called me last night to inform me that she had just spoke to the stepmom and had been told the high school had sent them a letter about Kenny's tardies and that he was to have a Saturday school. Well, I had received a letter also. This was a second letter. The second letter I was supposed to receive and did not. Someone sent it to their address and put at the bottom that I was his custodial educational parent. Well, these psycho freaks know where we live. I have had his Dad at my place before and had to call the local police.
So, this morning first thing I was on the phone to the school. They, of course, are denying the fact that a letter was sent to the father's address. The registrar pretty much called me a liar. I also said to her that the letter I received about his first set of tardies that I am questioning looks like it was partly filled out by a student. This sent her into a tizzy. "Bring it with you! I am positive you are mistaken. No student filled that letter out!" she huffed. I planned on it..I didn't need her to tell me that. I am not an idiot. There are three distinctly different types of handwriting on that letter. One of them most certainly looks like a teenage girls. Anyway, there are many underlying issues going on as well. My first priority here is our safety. Heads will roll today! I will see that second letter that went out. I will get to the bottom of this mess. Someone will pay for this. This was avoidable! This school has possibly but my son, Kenny and myself in danger. I will not stand for it!
You may think I am over reacting. You have every right to think that...you also do not know these people..
I will update on the outcome later.
Time to fly,
Morgan

Soapbox..

2005-01-23T12:31:00.000-08:00

Did anyone happen to be watching the NFC Championship game? Did you see the young man, Timmy, sing the American Anthem? I just watched it. It touched me deeply. For many reasons. When anyone sings the American Anthem, I always get a feeling of pride and of late, sadness for our troops and their families. This time it went much deeper. Young Timmy made it an even more emotional event. He wavered on some of the words due, I am sure, to his disabilities. When the camera panned the players, the military, and color guard on the field there were men with tears coming down their cheeks. Just as there were tears coming down mine as I stood here in my living room transfixed to my TV screen. You could hear the crowd cheering Timmy on. I found myself starting to sing along with him, aloud, not in my head as I would usually do. Call me soft, or a silly, emotional female. I think I am a proud American. I am not embarrassed to say this brought tears to my eyes. Neither, it seemed, did it bother the 200 lb plus Eagle players they showed with tears coming their faces. When it comes to having pride in my country, my military, the youth of this country, I will be the first to shed a tear and keep my head up when doing so. These are times when we need to be supporting our TROOPS even if we do not support our PRESIDENT. They are doing their jobs. God Bless them!
Now, back to the game.
Oh and and in the AFC championship game..GO PATRIOTS!
Time to fly,
Morgan

Light is returning

2005-01-21T12:22:00.000-08:00

Well, the light has returned to my little end of the world. I must throw some love to John and Monkey. Oh, and I think I will also throw a little Mike's way for just two little words in his entry today that brought a smile to my day. Thanks guys!
I woke up still a little under today but shook off the doldrums and even opened up the verticals in the kitchen (Frankie was much appreciative). My mood is much better. It always passes and I believe everyone has days like this. Sometimes mine just linger. Never more than a couple of days. Thanks Zoloft!
Now, it is time to deal with real life. Aww crap! I think that is part of what triggered this little jaunt into hell. My ex-husband and I had been talking right before and he had been asking about the weather here in good old Nebraska. Well, hell, what can I say. It is cold, snowy, and down right yucky. That is unless you like this type of weather. Which I do not. So, of course, this is leaving him open to go right into.."Well, I think you and Austin should pack up and move down here." Down here being Texas. Well, he would never of even suggested this until after his visit this past Thanksgiving. Things went well between him and our son, Austin, and also between Austin and Justin. Justin is Austin's half brother. What a frickin mess. We also got along well. No details so don't inquire. We will just say this..it will lead no where, nothing will be resurrected and I am thinking there is no chance after 15 years since our divorce that there will be any type of romantic reconciliation. Just friends. I am still wanting to begin to date. Just not my ex-husband. Much to his dismay.
So, now with that on top of the lack of sleep I had to fold within and now I am regrouping. Still not sleeping well, or much and battling the migraines on top of that. I will be fine. NO I will better than fine! I will be GREAT! The ex sent me a really nice bottle of tequila for my birthday that I have not yet opened. Maybe now is the time! I am heading in the right direction...that is the key! Well, enough from me for now. Time for laundry, time for reading, time for healing.
Time to fly,
Morgan
P.S. I am kinda diggin this color..what do you nice folks think instead of the other color I was using? Just curious.

Darkness

2005-01-18T11:40:00.000-08:00

This is going to be an attempt at a small pouring out of the soul. Only a simple description of a complicated process. A first for me here, out in the open, for all to see. I must say, first of all, I decided to do this because of Kenzy. Thank you Kenz. I am hoping this will be a way to help work through this cycle of darkness within. It is worth a try.
I am writing this in the comfort of a veil of darkness. The way I prefer it when the demons appear. They seem to show themselves under certain conditions. Like the conditions of late. For example, when I haven't been sleeping well or very much at all. Then, I start to think, next I try to stop thinking altogether, I stop eating. Then I am in the darkness with them. At times their presence comforts me. I know this is just a phase. Some would call it a simple case of the "blues". Yes, it does start out feeling that way. Then it gathers speed until it becomes a case of the "blacks". I am going through cycles of feelings from crying to complete silence to telling myself why life is a gift. This is an important exercise for me to do. I must go through this, I tell myself. To stay here. I refuse to let my son see this. I am glad he is in school all day then at baseball till evening time. I do what a mother has to do/needs to do, then I tell him I love him, then I go to "watch TV" in my room. He does not need to be witness to my torment. The sound of the television muffles the crying. This is simply how I see my depression. I am not crazy, pathological, suicidal etc. I will not do anything to hurt myself. I know this now. I just cannot control the sadness or the thoughts running rampant. Yet. It will soon be over. No one the wiser to my inner torture. This is my darkness...my depression...my demons.
Morgan

Just contemplating

2005-01-15T21:58:00.000-08:00

Well, I am sitting here online chatting with my ex-husband. He has brought up a subject that is quite disturbing. Our son went to a birthday party tonight for a young lady turning 16. Of course, I asked all the questions I felt I should have as a parent. Will there be a parent home, what time does it start/end, who will be there, there won't be anything going on I won't approve of ( something to that effect anyway) etc. Well, now my ex-husband has put into my mind thoughts about these teenage parties and what they have evolved to. Back when I was in high school (which realistically wasn't THAT long ago) they weren't as wild and they didn't have near the peer pressure the teens have now. Granted, we had to deal with certain issues as well. I feel the teens of today do have a tougher time of it. With more drugs, alcohol, smoking, sex, and you name it, pushed even harder now than back than even 5 or 10 years ago. I trust my son. I have no problem admitting that. Peer pressure can be strong and sway a teen. I am just praying he has enough common sense and has been raised well enough with a strong enough free will to know better and be a leader instead of a follower. Don't get me wrong, my son is no angel by any means. LOL I don't believe there is a teen that is a complete angel. I just want what most parents want...my son to be the best person he can be. I also realize he will make mistakes and he will learn from those mistakes (with any luck)! I do know I sit up until he is home safe and sound, from wherever his adventures of the night have taken him. Of course, of which I know about ahead of time. I watch him come in, check how he walks, talks, smells. I am suspicious, and feel guilty about being so. I don't ask him to breath on me or anything. It is more of a casual thing. I am not even sure I know I am doing it at the time. I have never noticed anything...and I figure I, of most people, would notice. I feel guilty after I realize I have been doing exactly that. I feel my son deserves better than. He has NEVER given me reason not to trust him in matters such as these. On the other hand, if he does come home after doing something he shouldn't have been I would like to know the minute he comes in. Does that sound overly protective, overly suspicious? I don't want to be any of those! My biggest fear, to be honest, is to slowly becoming my Mother. I refuse to let that happen. I can still discipline and teach my son the ways of life without becoming a version of her! Well, the curfew time is upon us. All he have is driving time. The party was over at midnight. He will be walking through the door any minute. He is a good kid. A very good kid. I am blessed in many ways to have such a good son. I just worry as any good parent would.
That is all for now, and hey sorry about any typo's I am really tired! LOL
Time to to fly,
Morgan
OH and two minutes till my birthday! I am actually looking forward to this one!

What am I seeing/hearing?

2005-01-11T11:26:00.000-08:00

Well, I just went and read Law's journal for the first time. I must be honest. I got a huge chill! I haven't mentioned anything about my recent experiences because I wasn't sure what was happening to me. Plus, I didn't want anyone to think I was crazier than you probably already think I am. Then, yesterday, I saw my shrink. Yes, I see a shrink people. Very nice troll looking man. Anyway, I will now share with you what I shared with Dr. G.
For the last month I have been having weird occurrences three to four times a night. Every hour, almost on the hour, for the first three or four hours after I go to sleep. It is a bit hard to explain and I am sure sounds almost as strange as it is to experience, so stick with me here. I wake up hearing someone tell me to "Hey, wake up." in a whisper. Some times I think it is my son, Austin. I can HEAR "them/him" when I am awake. As I open my eyes, I also can sometimes SEE "them/him" standing by my bed. Just a figure. I have no detail. Just someone. Then I hear the front or it could be the kitchen door's dead bolt and sliding chain opening from the inside. Like someone is leaving the apartment. I get out of bed and head into the livingroom and check the doors and windows to see if anything is disturbed. Nothing ever is. As I go back to bed, I look in on the boys. They are always sleeping soundly.
Well, according to good ole' Doc G it sounds like I could be experiencing "hypnagognic hallucinations" and/or "hypnopompic hallucinations". The first one are hallucinations you can experience upon falling asleep, where as the second one is experienced upon awakening. What causes these hallucinations are really not known. Comforting is knowing they are not pathological. YIPIEE! He did say I could be experiencing them now due to the violent way my uncle died in August. I have had a hard time excepting the way he passed. We even went on to explore the idea of the "hallucination" actually being my Uncle Jack by my bed. Doc's only advice if it is my beloved uncle here to see me was..."just wear a nightgown to bed..out of respect, he is your uncle after all." Thanks for the tip Doc.
So, after I read Law's entry I was a bit chilled, for the lack of a better word at the moment, and decided it was time to share the basics of my sleeping experiences of late. My next step, or so suggested by Doc G, is to go with it and see if I can actually get a full nights sleep or call my migraine doc for something to help me sleep until this, whatever it is, passes. Hmm what do to next? Till next time...
Time to fly,
Morgan

Welcome to 2005

2005-01-09T11:47:00.000-08:00

So far this year has sucked! Yes, I said it. SUCKED! I managed to get major burn blisters on my upper back, my windows are leaking, and my building's new management are proving to be absolutely frickin worthless, and I am getting freaky ass phone calls on my cell. Yippee-fuckin-skippy!
There has also been a huge hang-up with my late uncle's estate. The gentleman left in charge in Cali has become a complete wack job! He is still going over to my uncle's house and "having coffee and chatting with Jack". The lawyer cannot get this man to sign the liability paperwork to release the estate so my father can tie up his end of this ordeal. I feel like this man is not fit emotionally or psychologically to handle the situation. He is talking and eating with a man that has passed on. There is a problem with that in my book. Let's hope this is the worst of things and it will begin to improve from here!
I have made the decision to try to jump back into the dating scene. The problem with that is, it has been so long I don't think I even know how to begin. ANY suggestions will be taken into consideration. It is also time to to get back into the classroom. Although my hours will have to be limited I miss teaching badly.
Well, that is basically it for now. Not very exciting. Hopefully, my entries will be spicier soon.
Time to fly,
Morgan

Well a girl

2004-12-30T05:45:00.000-08:00

spent the night here for the first time last night. It was Austin's girlfriend. Long story. I did speak with her Dad to confirm it was Okay with him. Austin really seems "into" this one. She slept on Kenny's bed and Kenny on the couch. Kenny will be finishing up moving in here in the next couple of days. Yes, I am taking on another teenage boy. He wants to return to Bellevue East H.S. from CB so his mother and I have a legal agreement to make it happen. Call me crazy. So, one of the things on the "to do" list today is to finish making room and getting started to move Kenny in. Fun stuff people! It was a bit strange looking in on the boys this morning and seeing a girl in there. EEEEK! It's all about trust..not too much but enough. It is just that I didn't have a chastity belt handy is all. lmao I am putting Austin's new status as a legal driver to good use having him run little stupid errands for me. He doesn't seem to mind. Plus, it won't kill him. My car STILL has flat tire. Another item for today's "to do" list. The other things on this list are even more boring so lets not go into them. lol
I did hear from Kenzy..YIPPEEEE!Glad things are going well for her. Hope she can make it back through here again soon or at least we can meet up half way or something. Seems Mr. Z is actually gone/changed SN. Oh well, no great big loss. I have one thing to say to him....
Anyway, to change gears. I am overwhelmed by the devastation in South Asia. I can't get over the death toll. And it is rising as we speak. Most of those dead are children. It brings tears to my eyes. Talk about a woman's wrath.
So, that seems to be enough from me for now...the pain meds are kicking in and who the hell knows what I will type next
Time to fly,

Morgan

P.S.
My entries may be boring but at least all my cute little active happy faces are entertaining...(shuddup and give me that much lol)

HMMMM?

2004-12-27T12:57:00.000-08:00

Okay, I need confirmation here. This seems a bit...ummm..well..like some freaky ass shit to me. I had been talking to this guy..Zach..online. Never met him, was suppose to, Kenzy knows the story there. Anyway, seemed like a nice enough dude. We talked all the time. He did have a couple of shady moments I will admit. Well, Mr. Zach, has now disappeared. He is no longer on AOL as far as I can tell, unless he has changed his name. His screen name is gone, no email exists. Now, I never bugged him. It was just the opposite, he would bug me. So, it isn't like he would have to hide from me. I am not a stalker chick, trust me. That takes too much energy. I simply went to forward some email joke to him and POW it came up not a valid email address. Then I put in the screen name to pull up his profile I knew he had and no such name. The freak knows how to reach me by phone. Should I be scared..that isn't as funny if you can't hear me say it. lmao Damn freaky ass men anyway.
No wonder I stay single!
Oh and FYI people in the Omaha metro area...my son now has his driver's license!!

Time to fly,

Morgan

Just a few more days!

2004-12-23T09:42:00.000-08:00

Well, here is an update on a few things. Or just my babbling. Depends on how you want to look at it.
First,we are counting down the hours till my man-child, Austin for those that don't know, turns 16! Less than 12 hours. Yes, he is a Christmas Eve baby. The doctors appointment for him went very well. He reviewed the MRI that showed the little "thing"on his brain and it seems it is not serious and part of it is left over from a serious head injury Austin had a year ago. This was one HUGE relief. Now, we can continue with the growth hormone procedure.
Next, the dreaded ex-husband/payroll bullshit. They decided to take out the child support but not send it to me. How friggin nice of them! He was pissed and rightly so. He raised hell and they are sending two checks I will receive next week and his company is paying my phone bill. It is late now, it is the least they could do. That was the ex's suggestion, so I went with it.
I didn't have to worry about the parking at the mall Mike. My Mom, thanks Mom, has a handicap sticker. What a blessing this time of year. Parking was the easy part. I did manage to get everything done without killing anyone. AMAZING! Now, to get through the actual family gathering part without killing a few select members of my family. :evil grin:
Enough babbling for now.
Time to fly,
Morgan

To the mall Prancer!

2004-12-20T05:17:00.000-08:00

Well, I worked out the details for shopping with the ex-husband. The only sacrifice was to tell the customer service chick we were married. That wasn't TOO painful. Now, the really painful part. The mall. UGH! I have broken the dreaded list down into sections by store to make the horrid event easier. I just hope no one gets in my way. I would hate to have to hurt people.
I haven't talked to Ken since the visit. Hope the visit with her sis is going well. Well, must get the boy off to school for the last couple of days before the Christmas break. That should be interesting since he turns 16 the 24th. Man, I feel for the other people on the road!

Time to fly,
Morgan

Worried Mom

2004-12-16T08:07:00.000-08:00

Well, a quick explanation. My son, Austin, has to have growth hormone shots. He is only 5 feet tall and should be closer to 5 and half feet. His growth platelet's show he should reach over 6 foot. Boys also stop or slow down their growing at the age of 16. The endrochonologist did this really cool bone age test and he tested at 11 and a half years old. Freaky huh. So, technically, he has a lot of growing to do. The problem is he isn't producing enough growth hormone. He is almost 16 (December 24th) and has been undergoing tests before the can begin. They recently did an MRI. The doctor from the hospital called me at 7:00 last night with the results. The test found a small mass on his pituitary gland. If you don't know what this gland does, one of it's functions is to control the growth hormone. This small mass worries and scares me. The doc did say this can be common but still I am a Mom and this upsets me. So, next week we get to see a neurosurgen to make sure it is nothing really serious. We had to be at the hospital by 7:00 this morning for lab work. Austin asked me last night what the doctor said about his MRI results and I just couldn't tell him the everything. I just says the doctor wants him to see a neuro guy to look over the MRI. Why worry or upset the kid. My poor baby has had a really hard year. All starting with Halloween a year ago. The doctor did say this can be a common thing but he wants to make sure it isn't serious before we begin the shots.
Please keep us in your thoughts/prayers. It would be appreciated.
Thanks!

Time to fly,
Morgan

After the swilling

2004-12-15T08:35:00.000-08:00

Well, the swilling from last night's birthday party went well. Mainly because my ex brother-in-law forked out the money for the entire bill. What a nice guy!Then the night went down hill when the car junkie dude showed back up at my house, oh yipee frickin skippy! Now, as I sit here diligently typing Ken is crashed on my couch with my sweet little Sadie sleeping on the pillow above her head. If she only knew. Happy cat!At least it isn't Count Chocula this time.
We still haven't heard back from Mike the man since the one call last night. HMMM curious.
Well, enough rambling from me for now.
Time to fly,
Morgan

I'm BACK!

2004-12-14T15:06:00.000-08:00

HI ALL! Well, after much debate Ken talked me into this once again. So, here I am. It may take me awhile to get back into the swing of things. It has been really nice to have her here the last few days. Except for the visit from the ex! I could of done without that. What an ass Thank goodness she knows my feelings on that subject because she is sitting right here reading over my shoulder. LOL Well, I have to go prepare for a birthday something from hell for my niece. I will swill and be gone. Love those Perfect Margarita's!

Time to fly,
Morgan