mountaineer musings

bits

not sure who gets this tough-love mail... i've gotten out the tough-love stationery and am not sure whom to write. do i write the checker in lane #5 at my local Kroger? the manager of the store? take it on up the chain and call for the head of Kroger's Secretary of Seniors, since it definitely must be the Secretary's fault that an inconsiderate moron checked me out? well, anyway, i've got to write someone...

dear people at Kroger responsible for making sure that seniors are helped out when necessary,

i was out of Coca-Cola today so i got up off my butt and went to Kroger, and when i was checking out, the little old lady in front of me was trying to get her groceries out to the car. i watched her all the way to the door (i was waiting to pay and there were folks behind me), as she sloooooooooooowly crept. when she finally made it through the door (i didn't want to say it within earshot, because what if that embarrassed her?), i motioned toward her and said to I'm Just Here for a Paycheck, "um, she may need some help out." what did I'm Just Here for a Paycheck do? turned around to the lady minding the self-check aisles and kinda threw out a "you think she needs help?" i didn't see Self-Check Superfluosity's response, but no one helped. not so much as a "help out on aisle 5"!!! Just Here just kinda ignored Shoppin' Senior, who was clearly having trouble. i was a little ticked off. so then Just Here gave me my receipt and i headed out the door. Shoppin' Senior was just arriving at her car, which was actually parked right next to mine, and when i asked if she would like some help loading her groceries, she looked so RELIEVED!! and thanked me over and over... um, yeah, Just Here, i'd say she needed some help out. great job.

i seriously need to chill........

it's been quite some time since i've listened exclusively to rap music; if this doesn't work i'll move on to heavy metal.

as a last resort, i'll go for a little run. yeah, right.

pensivity, leave me alone! i'm busy!

i keep getting hit with all these annoying pensive moods.

i'm packing, getting ready to leave behind the home i've known for 24 years... oh, good night, i'm wellin' up with tears just writing that. why, though? i'm so ready to get away from here! i'm ready to walk outside for five minutes and walk back in NOT smelling like smog. i'm ready to be 6 hours from mom's cabin in the mountains. i'm ready to be only 11-12 hours from the North Rim. i'm ready to be that much closer to Santa Fe, to St. George, UT, to Flagstaff! i'm ready to be close enough to a canyon that i can day hike whenever i feel like it! i'm ready to be back in a house, ready to not worry so much about waking the 70-year old woman who lives below me if i walk too loudly (she's never complained). i'm ready to start over. over. over. i'm ready.

horrible haze

my migraines have improved vastly over the past month; they're many fewer and much farther between. i had one coming on all afternoon and it hit full force while i was at worship this evening, which was very annoying, because i was listening to a great sermon and had to leave.

it kept getting worse over the next hour or so until eventually a haze fell over me, and i became horribly dizzy. now i'm flat on my back drifting back and forth between semi-coherent pain and ... something else that i can't describe.

tomorrow i'm calling the allergist.

i was in a humorous mood before, now i'm just pensive

hmm, while posting a comment on Frank J's blog, i realized that my anniversary has passed. for various reasons that i won't get into right now, i am still married. so do i say that i was married for 7 years, since that's when i left? or do i say i was married for 8 years, since technically i have been? well, the 8 is not by choice, so i'm thinking i'll say 7; it's all very weird to think about anyway.

i've got mediation this week, and if we don't agree on terms then, we have a hearing next week. i don't know what happens if the hearing doesn't solve anything, or is that the court date? i don't know, i was under the impression that the earliest we would go to court would be february if we can't agree on anything.

it's weird, though, closing that chapter of your life; i was what, 19 when i got married, and i was so determined to never be a statistic, to never be "divorced". but there are certain things that can't be forgotten, even if they can be forgiven. and God Himself gives one exception to "till death", and if He allows that one exception, i don't feel guilty for exercising the right that He has given me.

miscellany again

i'd like to thank the Academy... holy smokes, Batman! my entry into the IMAO T-Shirt Babe Contest was far more successful than i anticipated. going from ~300 hits a day to the over 1000 that i had yesterday is enough to make any babe's head swell. even if those California girls kick my pinky-toe, thanks, Frank, for the 15 minutes! it's been fun.

wrath of the Bikermommy... um, it has been pointed out to me by MoDe aka Bikermommy that i misrepresented our conversation yesterday... well, i didn't, but since she's a badpinky-toe and all, i'm not about to argue. Bikermommy did say i was in the top four, but she also said i was the winner. now i'm gonna go put some herbal remedy on my bruises from where she kicked my butt.

self-editing... please keep the comments "cussin'" free, or i will edit them to something sissy-sounding. i don't like those words, and my grandma reads my blog too! krakatoa has learned that "pinky-toe" can be seamlessly substituted for the a-word, and it works quite well! thank you for your cooperation... btw, this means no taking the Lord's name in vain, even in abbreviated form...

miscellany -- just some stuff

Eye Declare!! -- a couple of weeks ago i had a sty in my left eye. it went away, and now i have one in my right eye. what a beating.

Size Matters -- tonight my bro brought me my sister’s old 27-in TV, so now i actually get to watch a real-sized screen. hooray!!!!

SarahK Knows Joes -- i make awesome sloppy joes. i can’t take credit, though, i got the recipe here a couple of years ago and have used it ever since. try the recipe, really, you’ll be saying Man-what?

chicks should be exempt

from cleaning out cars. we should never have to empty the trash, vacuum all the gross particles, climb around in the cargo area organizing all the non-trash, etc. those of you ladies w/ husbands shouldn't even have to ask; it should just be assumed that if your vehicle is messy, the hubby is going to clean it out.

for those of us without husbands, or whose husbands are away doing noble things to protect our freedoms or on business or whatnot... every male friend, brother, dad, uncle, cousin, etc. within driving distance (arbitrarily decided by me to be 30 miles) should be calling about once a week asking if there's anything he can do to help make our lives easier. not only will this ensure that our vehicles stay nice and neat (hey, even man-neat is better than disgustingly trashed-out), it will also ensure that our air filters are changed, our oil, tags & inspection are all current, we have no lightbulbs out, we don't need anything carried in from the car, and the trash is taken out by someone other than us.

we chickies would appreciate it if you fellas would stagger your phone calls so we have at least one of you calling each day, just in case we need you to unclog the shower drain, fix a flat tire or break up a bag of ice into small chunks.

lifted this survey...

... from Donna at Quiet Reverie... (hmm, she seems to not be quite so verbose. i can't help it, i do not have the gift of brevity.)

Who am I?
i'll let you know when i find out...
Who knows me best?
God. after Him, i'd say Cindy & Sandy & Sarah H.
I'm at my happiest when
i'm hiking the Grand Canyon or spending time w/ Christian friends. oh, and when eating ice cream or watching hockey. DUH! one more, when i'm singing.

more that i feel like saying

i'm just lying here neckid, because i feel like it, and have some more to say for those who care to read.

1. i absolutely hate that diamond commercial where the guy shouts that he loves the girl, then after he gives her the diamond ring, she whispers in his ear that she loves him. listen, chickie, if the guy shouts he loves you and then gives you a beautiful trinket, you shout too. none of this "let's keep it between the two of us" garbage. you should get dumped, and the feller should replace your bauble w/ cubic zirconia and pyrite.

2. most tv and radio personalities these days need to go back to school and learn proper usage of i, me, we, us, he, she, his and her. and while we're at it, thank goodness for editors because most people need to learn proper usage of you're, your, their, they're, there, its, it's, here and hear. i know this is coming from a girl who doesn't capitalize anything, but i at least KNOW proper capitalization. these folks haven't a clue.