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enough?

The 13 yr old son of a man that works for the same company as Jimmy, fell or somehow wrecked his bike this week. He wasn’t wearing a helmet. He went into a coma and in order to save him because of bleeding, they had to cut out a portion of this 13 yr old’s brain. If and when he wakes up, he will not remember anything, and will have to relearn everything all over again.

People at his job began to take up a collection for this man, and Jimmy asked me how much I wanted to give. So that brings me to ask my question here. How much is enough? How much money can you give to express your sorrow for he & his family’s inarguable loss. I asked him what HE wanted to give, and he said he was thinking $50. So I went to the bank, got $50 out and he brought it back to work with him today. I asked him if he’d given the money and he said yes, and they looked at him like he’d given them $1000. So obviously, we were more generous than some other folks, but I just can’t help but wonder, seriously, is $50 that much? Obviously in the grand scheme of things, this man’s loss and that of his wife & son, can’t be measured in dollar signs. This money, whatever they raise, will surely help him get by while he’s out of work tending to things. But I still can’t keep wondering if that $50 was enough. I didn’t want Jimmy to look like a jerk for not giving ENOUGH… you know?

I know, this is just sort of rambling, but I needed to talk it out… or at least type it out. I’m not saying ‘HEY LOOK AT US AND HOW BIG WE ARE FOR GIVING SOMEONE WE DON’T KNOW FIFTY BUCKS!!” I’m saying Was It Enough? Should I go back and get another $50? Ugh.

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In other news, I fell today. As if my body doesn’t already hate me, I decided to slip off the damned stair and sort of FALL onto the next one, JARRING my already messed up body pretty good. I felt a sort of weirdness happen in my stomach too, which is where the stupid HERNIA is, I whacked my upper arm on the door/wall, and of course, the surprise of falling made my neck/back get all stiff and nervous or whatever, and I’m now even MORE sore than I have been, my arm is numb(er) and my leg, which had been numb for a long time, is numbER (as in now it’s cold). I’ve called the dr’s office again this morning (before I fell) to get them on the ball about the neurologist, (did I tell you this already) but my doctor is leaving the practice, and I KNOW I’m gonna get put down on the priority list towards ya know, HELL, but I’m not gonna just sit and wait patiently for someone to notice me, dammit. So I called again, and got put through to yet ANOTHER nurse I don’t know, and explained yeah, the neurosurgeon said she was gonna call and talk to my dr. and wants me to see a neurologist… and the nurse says “oh, there’s nothing in your chart about that”. Grrrrrrrrrr. In the meantime, I’m trying to figure out exact symptoms so I can better explain myself to the NEXT doctor.

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I know, I can’t shut up today.

I was reading this news story today about this guy who had come to this country ILLEGALLY, worked for 11 YEARS as a dishwasher, and had decided to take his money that he’d saved ($59,000!) back to his home country to build a farm or something for his family. He decided to take it, in CASH, in a DUFFLE bag, onto the plane. The friendly folks at the airport said “Oh no you don’t” and seized the money, and long story short, he hasn’t gotten it back yet. 2 years. Sucks, huh? Reading further, though, I find out that not only was he here illegally for ELEVEN YEARS, he never paid taxes on that $59,000 so he just figured he come here, get some cash and then go home. So he’s had 2 lawyers working probono for him, one trying to get his money back, the other trying to NOT GET HIS ASS DEPORTED. The news did a story on him and people donated $10,000!!! to his “cause”. IRS said “nuhhuh, not so fast”.

“When you are poor, uneducated and illegal, your avenues are cut,” he said.

Wahhh – cry me a river. IT’S ILLEGAL to do what you were doing. It’s ILLEGAL to not pay taxes on your earnings. It’s ILLEGAL to be here without proper channels. It’s ILLEGAL to transport that much cash without the govt. knowing. Clearly, ILLEGAL is part of your vocabulary. He was here 11 years, and still cannot speak English!

He was told on Wednesday that he’s got until the end of January to get out on his own. He’s unlikely to see a penny of his money.

“I am desperate,” Zapeta said. “I no longer feel good about this country.”

Wahhh – ya big baby. GO BACK TO YOUR COUNTRY where things are obviously so great in the first place. Geez.

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and finally…

am I the only one who literally sits up straight and holds their breath while watching Dancing with the Stars? LOL I keep catching myself doing it this week! Oh, and Sabrina Bryan is totally going to win.

Quote of the Day:
I was so hungry I could have eaten a horse. But only pigs were available.
–Anonymous

Technorati Tags: tv , dancing with the stars , randomness

 

Photographic proof that my children are goofs.

We were on our way home from the hospital on Wednesday, and I spotted my daughter falling asleep…. while sucking her thumb and twirling her hair. I called her on it (#2) – seeing the camera, she woke UP and decided to play supermodel.   I said children because she had a little help from her brother in #4.  #6 was his suggestion as well. (Clicking on the photos will give you a better view)

We were also treated to a full rainbow, something we don’t usually see at home, because of the mountains.  But I-91 going through VT is full of hills and valleys, and we just happened to hit a valley when the rainbow came out.  It was a nice treat.

(VT is totally boring but I liked those clouds in the 1st pic)

Some more fall photos for Queenie   Keep in mind that I took these while driving LOL

 

This is our garden.  The sunflowers are ummm… at least 8 feet tall, tall enough that I can’t cut them LOL  Those big yellow things next to them on the left? Marigolds.  I have no idea how they got so big, but clearly Miracle Grow works.  And oh yeah, see the white mums over on the right, next to the grill?  This picture was taken that morning before we left.  When we got home, those white mums were no more – the big rain had come and I’d left the mums in the exact place where the roof drains.  White flower petals littered the ground, and at first, I thought the little neighborhood brats had been at work, and then realized it was the rain.

This is what the little neighborhood brats did the day before.  They broke my son’s school bus – a toy that he’d had for nearly 10 years – into this many pieces, and then left it right at our doorstep. 

 

And yes, I did call their parents out on it, and one of the kids’ parents made him apologize, pick up half of the bus and throw it away.  But it made me so angry that these little jerks would do this… sigh.

Anyway, that’s enough pics for today… oh yeah, like I’d forget to post one of Zach…

He loves him some mixed vegetables!

and this one is especially for my sister… Yes,
that totally is a bowl full of crab from the Chinese buffet

Wah wah wahhhhhhhh.

Oh, and I really like this Windows Live Writer blog editor. I like the tags and the plugins like this quote of the day

 

Quote of the Day:
Dishonesty, cowardice and duplicity are never impulsive.
–George A. Knight

 

and it was a bust. The neurosurgeon says she can’t see anything on my MRI to indicate any problems at all.  The word she used was "pristine".  So, where is the pain & numbness coming from? She doesn’t know, but suggests I see a neurologist.  Sigh.  I wasn’t expecting TOO much, but I did expect to get some ideas.  Nadda. None. Zip.

It’s very frustrating, to say the least.

Anyway, that’s my update for now.  Don’t feel much like writing, nor looking for pictures for Throwback Thursday

 

 

 

 

Quote of the Day:
Hurry! I never hurry. I have no time to hurry.
–Igor Stravinsky

While I am thrilled that so many people are visiting my site thanks to my guest blogger Karen’s post about her interaction with her hubby, I am so thoroughly disgusted by the resulting search terms that people are now using and subsequently finding my site, I had to blog about it.   People searching for    are in for a big surprise, but just the very idea that they are just disgusts me to my very core.  GO AWAY.

I had a dream the other night that I was working for the ex President Bush (no, not dubya). I was in some sort of typing pool type of situation, and I had to write out a speech for him to give at the funeral of some Chinese dignitary. A very refined woman I used to work with many years ago, named Donna, was also there. In the dream, I wrote the speech and then typed it, leaving it on his desk. Donna then informs me that I will have to go with the ex-prez to deliver the speech, in CHINA. The dilemma arises … do I go to CHINA (how cool would that be?) or stay home because I’m nursing Zachary, and haven’t begun to wean him yet. And the plane is leaving in 2 hours.

Strange dream, huh?

But maybe not so strange when you consider the following.

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