I finally took my midterm (2 weeks late) in my Relational Database class. The class is turning out to be cool, but the instructor still sounds like this:
akfjalk eiuro erjek Relational Database akroe uroeiur...
adfa database erjeorj...
yadda, yadda, yadda...
Since everyone else in class took their midterm last week, they received their grades in class last night. Everyone complained about how hard the test was so he decided to grade on the 'curve' .
The highest grade on the test was 87%, so he added 13 points to that score so at least someone could get 100%. So that means EVERYONE got 13 extra points!!! YEAH!! But there is one little Sorry Soul that GOT 3% ON THE MIDTERM!! Yep. 3. Percent. How in the hell do you only get 3% on a TEST?? SS, too, got 13 extra points, which gave him a whopping 16%!!!! Since there are only 2 tests (midterm and final), SS will have to score 165 points on the final, which is worth a measly 100 points, to get an A (that's not counting his portion of the project).
I'm sure I did pretty well, considering I had an extra week to study, plus I get 13 FREE points!! I'll find out on Wednesday.
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I will admit it, I have a fake Christmas tree. Last year was the first year P and I spent Christmas here. The first 2 years, P and I went home to StL to see the Crazy Crew I (my family) and DC to see Crazy Crew II (D's family).
Side note: Although it was nice to be with CC I & II, I was more tired once we returned to Germany, and needed an extra week off work (ever travel 16 hours in an airplane with a toddler? Yes, first class was cool, but so not worth it).
Back to the story:
So, last year, I bought a fake tree (you can't complain unless you know how to get tree sap off the car paint, plus, have you EVER tried to haul a 6 1/2 foot tree on a BMW?? 'Nuff said!). P was just happy to have a tree. Once we got it put up, and decorated, I realized that I did not have a topper for the tree. I was sure P wouldn't notice, so no problem. About 2 weeks before Christmas, her and CD were watching tv (Damn Little Bill!!!), and guess what??? Little Bill had a star on his tree!!!! Thus began the Great Star Caper!!
Side note: We live in a military community.The secret to shopping here is that if you see it, BUY IT!!! Even if you don't need it, because you can always return it once you realize you have no use for it.
Back to the story:
Do I need to say that I NEVER found a star for the tree last year?? P took it upon herself to let the neighbors, strangers in stores, her grandparents, her teachers, and anyone else that would listen know that we didn't have a star for the tree. My New Year's Resolution was to find her a star for the tree for Christmas '04, but just like going to the gym on a regular basis, that, too, fell by the way side.
So, I've been thinking that maybe I won't put up the tree this year. I'll just do it ghetto style and put all her presents on the couches.
Seriously, I'll put up the tree this year, but we might have to make a star out of foil or something.
Here is a picture of the living room fiasco last year. Please note that EVERYTHING under the tree, on the couches and floor were for P (CD got 2 presents, yours truely got nada!!!).
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6:14 PM
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Thanksgiving was cool~~lots of food and fun.
P and I went to a friend's house for dinner. The husband's mother is here visiting from Atl, and she made a lot of the food. She made some delicious oyster dressing. Also, another family from England joined us. Our contribution was the apple juice.
As with most people that come to visit family here, the mother-in-law said she is in no real hurry to get back to the US. She said she is to leave in January, but will stay as long as immigrations will let her.
Because of the time difference, the Lions/Colts game came on about 6pm. We stayed and watched the game until it was apparent that P missed her nap earlier in the day.
Our original plans were to to go to The Netherlands this weekend, but they are expecting their first real snowfall this weekend, and the BMW does not handle good in the snow. So, we are staying home. We are going to see The Incredibles, and I am going to study (again) for my midterm that was put off until Monday.
On Sunday, P is going to spend time with D. I had to let him know that just because I am really pissed at him right now, it won't get in the way of him spending time with her (he was expecting the opposite from me, so his only reaction was 'Oh').
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2:18 PM
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My extended family gathered for Thanksgiving dinner every year. I haven't been home to StL for T-day since 1994, but I have 'celebrated' every year, regardless of the location. Reflecting on T-days past, I have come to this basic conclusion:
Now that I have chosen to move so far away, my sister says that there is a new 'character' to T-Day~~'Uppity Girl', a name given to me by Hateful Aunt. I guess I 'earned' this name because I realized there is more to the world than St. Louis, Missouri, and chose to live abroad. Also, I don't go home often (ever experience a 16 hour flight with a 3 year old? You wouldn't go home often, either!). On Turkey Day, be thankful for all the 'characters' in your family, give each of them a nice big hug and tell them you love them. Don't hang around Man Hater too long, she might convert you!! Happy Thanksgiving To ALL!!
As if by law, most families have the same characters (along with the basic assortment of 'normal folk'):
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9:28 PM
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Crazy Dog has been with us for almost a year (we got him a week before Christmas last year). With him being a pup and all, I would just let him eat ALLLLL day. After a few months, I noticed that he would eat until he made himself sick (not a pretty sight).
Another owner of a Yorkie suggested that I feed him only 2 times a day. In the beginning, it was a little hard for him to figure out the new schedule, which led to a few missed meals. For a while he was eating fine, and beginning to 'bulk up' a little (as much as a 5lb. dog can). Lately, I noticed that he hasn't been eating much. I put the food out, and he would sniff the bowl and look and at me, but wouldn't eat.
Last night, I put his food down and went to make dinner. CD and P were VERY quiet, which meant only one thing~they were plottin' on me! The only sound in the house was crunching. I was happy to hear CD eating, so I went to check on him.
I figured out why CD won't eat when I put his food out:
HE WON'T EAT IF SOMEONE DOESN'T HAND FEED HIM!!! I'll be John Brown (don't ask who JB is) if I hand feed a dog!!
Apparently P feeds him most of the time! I asked her why she feeds him and she said 'He's a baby, so I need to feed him'.
The girl is a bad influence on the dog!
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2:50 PM
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I remember growing up and my parents telling my brothers and sisters and me to turn off unused lights in the house. In my effort to do my part to conserve energy, occasionally I have to remind my favorite Princess to turn off the unused lights in the house:
Me: P, are you done in chaos cave (her room)?
P: Yes
Me: Please turn the light off.
P: I didnt' turn it on.
Me: I turned it on so YOU can see while in YOUR room.
P: Well, it's YOUR house!
With that said, I turned off the light and returned to studying for my midterm.
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6:16 PM
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This morning I found out what she actually meant.
All I have to say is that I'd rather have my regular old hacking cough than the 'productive' ones I've had so far today.
Maybe I shouldn't complain so much...
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Ed. note: Crazy Dog was not harmed in any way, shape or form in the following pictures, although he might need to see a doggy shrink soon.
P really enjoys when she goes to the doctor, and I guess she wanted to help Crazy Dog have the same experience:
After getting a series of 'shots', having his blood pressure taken, and his heart listened to, Doc P said he was 'not sick'.
Posted by Margaret
4:36 PM
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Although Sommore will always be my favorite comedienne, Wanda Sykes is toooooo funny!! Check out her website.
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7:24 PM
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I decided to stay home today, since the Doc Drill Sergeant told me I should stay home for 3 days, beginning yesterday.
or P stayed home with me today. I promised that on days I don't work, she won't go to daycare (she spends enough time there as it is), I should have put a clause in it stating ' sick doesn't really count as off days'. All I can say is that she would have had more fun with the pseudo family today, and I would have gotten some rest.
Other than the cough, I felt fine. Absolutely no pain until the hacking cough started. Now, I have been taking the medicine for 2 days, and I feel terrible even between cough attacks.
With one of the medicines I am to drink LOTS of water. Last night, I woke with a cramp in my leg~I thought I was about to meet my maker. That was painful! So I got up and drank about 1/2 gallon of water, and attempted to go back to sleep. NOPE!! Wasn't going to happen, because I had to go to the bathroom about every 30 minutes, much like when I was pregnant with P (some nights I would just sleep there). So, now I have to make a decision:
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4:49 PM
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Someone from P's other family sent her a dress (something to do with D losing a bet). I never expect to get anything fom them, so when I do get something, I ALWAYS send a thank you card and some nice German candy or something. I decided to take a picture of P in the dress for them. She insisted that Crazy Dog be in the picture also. I had to take about 15 pictures, because there was always a problem. This was the best picture:
After about picture #13, P and Crazy Dog had a simultaneous melt down. This is the last picture I was able to take:
Notice how utterly miserable they both are?? They are truely partners in crime!
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2:00 PM
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One night last week, while making sure the doors were locked before going to bed, I couldn't find Crazy Dog. I called him a few times, and he didn't come. I looked all around the house in his favorite hiding places, but no Crazy Dog. He has 4 'beds' in the house, each with it's own blanket. Checking the 2nd bed, this is what I saw:
Note what he did to the wallpaper behind him one day when he was 'bored'.
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11:28 AM
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I was able to get an appointment today for the World's Most Annoying cough at the world's Busiest Hospital.
About the cough...
While the doctor was examining me, she had me take deep breaths while she listened to my lungs. As I breathed in the first time, a violent cough attack got me. She just stood there nodding her head. The same thing happened the second and third time.
Doc: How long have you had this cough?
Me (lying): Just a few days
D: Why you not come see me 3 wks ago when cough started? (how did she know?)
M: It's just a cough...
D (yelling at me): WRONG, YOU HAVE A SEVERE CASE OF BRONCHITIS, AND I SHOULD ADMIT YOU BECAUSE YOU WAITED TOO LONG TO COME IN!!!
At this point I had a flashback and thought I was back in Basic Training.
M: Ok (what was I supposed to say??)
With that said, she prescribed antibiotics, some cough beads (small clear yellow balls), and some Cepacol (yes, Dept of Defense money is spent on cough drops).
As P and I were making our way to the pharmacy WAAAAYYYY at the other end of the hospital, we saw LOTS of folks on 'forced break' from their Government subsidized vacation to the Land of Sand. Just today alone, they got 4 busses of patients (about 85 patients) before I arrived for my appointment, and while I was there, there was an announced that they were expecting at least one more flight of patients tonight.
I will tell you, the staff at the World's Busiest Hospital is the BEST in the world!! Although a lot of them are working 12-14 hours 10-12 days straight, everyone seemed happy just to do their part. P and I talked to a few of the patients and they seemed happy just to see a little person with sooo much energy. One even gave P a ride in her wheelchair while we were waiting at the pharmacy.
To the staff at Landstuhl Regional Medical Center: Hats off to you, you are doing a wonderful job, keep up the good work, and keep your heads up!!!
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9:39 PM
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I think think the hacking cough has festered into something more. Nothing hurts, it's just a semi-whoop, part-aaaahhhhhhrrrrr, deep gasp hack/cough. All this with a little 'extra' something...nasty tasting stuff that I get after I cough. After consulting with a friend, an AF nurse, she concluded with 'yep, you've got something...serious' and informed me that I MUST get to the hospital ASAP. I feel a teeny guilty, because the only hospital I can go to is a little busy right now (If you watch any of the news outlets, you know which one) dealing with schrapnel wounds, burns and gunshot wounds. So, my cough might have to wait a while longer, until the GREAT folks on the hill aren't so busy (it may go on for 4 more years!!).
P and I will stop by on Friday and take those fine folks some pizzas and sodas or something.
I just hope whatever it is, P doesn't 'catch' it.
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11:22 PM
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Earlier this year as a pre 3rd birthday present for P, I decided to take her on her first ski trip (I am a snowboarder~~K2 150 Luna). We headed for the Swiss Alps~~specifically to Lauterbrunen/Interlaken. While there, we stayed at the Valley Hostel which was a REALLY nice hotel. Outside our balcony was the Jungfrau Waterfall~BEAUTIFUL!!!
Upon arrival, I was highly encouraged by the ski folks that P needed a helmet, since I paid for her to take a 2 hour ski class. Off to the supply shop to get a helmet for the little one. Of course, with the helmet, she NEEDED the goggles!! Hey, she wanted the purple helmet!!
Once we arrived at the area halfway up the slope, P said she was ready for class. At this point, she was still having fun.
Once her class started, it began to snow, HARD, and she was not having fun anymore!!
After about 20 minutes with the skis on, she was 'ALL DONE!!', and declared herself hungry. Since she was done for the day we walked down the entire slope, in about 30 feet of snow. We had to walk down in the middle of the ski run, with skiers and snowboarders whizzing all around us. We went to lunch at a restaurant at the base of the run, where P ordered pommes frites (french fries), and fell asleep waiting for them. The VERY nice folks at the restaurant let us stay for about 2 hours while P was passed out in the booth, napping. That is my snowboard in the background.
Since P declared that she WOULD NOT go skiing, the next day, we road the train up and down the slopes, and went sledding down the 'special' sled trail~~once again dodging skiers and snowboarders.
This past weekend, P said she wanted to go skiing, again. She also said she wants a snowboard for Christmas~~what 3 year old asks for a snowboard for Christmas (what happened to Barbie?)?Maybe we will go to the Dolomites in Italy.
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10:30 PM
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I have tons of gmail accounts to give away. If you would like one, please email me (see sidebar), and it's yours~~free!! Please leave your first and last name.
Posted by Margaret
9:21 PM
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I was watching a very interesting episode on Oprah once. The title of the episode is Everybody Has a Story. For awhile after watching the show on it's original air date I would go to an unsuspecting stranger and asked them what was their story~~I will admit that I did get some crazy looks from some people. Quite a few actually obliged and told me their 'story'.
Here's a portion of my story...
When I first decided to moved back to Germany, my friends and family thought I was CRAZY. I was stationed here in the Army from 1995-97 and absolutely loved it! Once I left here, I was stationed in Georgia from 1997-99. When I decided to get out of the Army the only thing I knew for sure was that I DID NOT want to move back home to St. Louis.
I found an awesome job as a consultant, testing hospital equipment in preparation for the millenium. With this job, which I started in February, I lived in Denver (awesome city), and Davenport, IA. The only good thing about living in Davenport was the proximity to Chicago. In May, I visited my friend Rose that was still stationed here. This job was basically over in July, and I decided to move to Albuquerque with my brother. But after about 1 month, I decided to move back to Germany.
On 23 August 1999 I bought a round trip ticket to Germany. On 15 Sept 1999, I left the US with only what I could carry and about $400. When I say with only what I could carry~~I MEAN ABSOLUTELY THAT!! I had in my possession: 3 bags of clothes, my snowboard (how could I leave Luna behind??), my passport, and a round trip ticket.
My family in St. Louis STILL thinks I'm CRAZY for packing up and leaving~I am NOT an expatriate!! I still pay federal taxes, still have a passport, and one day I WILL return to the US. I've been here 8 of the last 10 years, and in that time only my sister has come to visit me here (and that was in Jan '04). I visit the US 2-3 weeks each year, mainly so P can see the family. I am trying SOOOO hard to show my family that there is SOOO much more to the world than St. Louis!!
Moving back here was just 'one of those things I had to do'. One of the most popular questions asked is: How have I been able to survive in a foreign country? My answer is ALWAYS 'DON'T HAVE A PLAN B!' (more on that in a later post)
That is a portion of my story.
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7:45 PM
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First and foremost, I must say that I LOVE any job I have. If it pays my bills~~LOVE IT!! If it allows me to buy DVDs for P and treats for Crazy Dog~~LOVE IT!! I don't understand why people constantly complain about their job.
Now let's say it together...I LOVE MY JOB! I LOVE MY JOB! I LOVE MY JOB!
I once picked cotton with a lady (Sad Lady) that would come into my office and tell everyone how much she hated pickin' cotton everyday, and admitted that somedays SHE CRIED BECAUSE SHE HATED IT SO MUCH!! I wish I would! She would tell me that the account I handled had the workload for someone 2 pay grades higher than I (misery REALLY does love company). What did I know, I LOVED that cotton field!!
One day, while minding my own business pickin' MY cotton in MY field at MY desk, Sad Lady came in and started with her 'speech'. That day, I REALLY DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR IT!! So I told her that if she hated it so much, she should quit and find a job doing something she does like to do, because there are tons of folks out there that would love to have her position pickin' cotton for Uncle LeRoy. I'll admit that I wasn't so nice about it, but I was sick of hearing how much she hated pickin' cotton. That day she left my office in tears, and didn't come back for a few weeks. I honestly thought she took my advice and got a job cutting grass at the golf course~~hey, it pays the bills!!
I saw her about a month later, and she actually thanked me for being 'pseudo rude to her' (wtf?) She said she went on leave to the US for a couple of weeks, and while there she realized how good she had it at work.
Needless to say, I left that cotton field soon after, and found another equally gratifying with a little more promotion potential.
If you don't like your job, it COULD be worse. Popular Science magazine has come out with the list of worst jobs~
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2:00 PM
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For some reason, I'm not feeling my jolly old self today~~it could be because I 'partied' too much this past weekend, or maybe because I've been pickin' cotton by myself the last two days. The days really drag on when there is no one for you to ignore.
Or maybe because I have a VERY important meeting/appointment next week. I'd rather not discuss what it is here (so email me if you want details), but maybe in the next week or two I'll post about it. I'll just say that I hope everything works out and that I don't have a nervous breakdown.
I showed P her other new coat last night, and she said 'thank you, but I have no boots'. So, the hunt is on again~this timefor snow boots. It is to snow here before the end of the weekend, and I know she'll want to 'make angels' once it does snow.
Oh~~P told me she wants a snowboard for Christmas. Maybe I'll just get her a skateboard deck~it's small enough.
UPDATE: I got my DVDs today from B&N!! Just in time for the LONNNNGGGG weekend!!
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4:15 PM
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I've travelled near and far, far and near, across many time zones, survived 13 hour plane rides, suffered through and survived days of jet lag, survived a 16 hour bus ride (on the Never-Do-Again-List) to Costa Brava, Spain, stopped in foreign airports where NO ONE spoke English, and survived every day pickin' cotton for Uncle LeRoy, but NONE of this compares to surviving 3 birthday parties in 1 weekend.
5 days last week+2 days this weekend+5 days next week=12 day work week!!
Party#1~~P's Future Ex-Stepmother's son. Nothing says FES hates me more than the size of the 'goodie' bag she gave P. I know Halloween candy when I see it, and this was probably jacked from the kid. WHY, WHY, WHY would she give a 3 year old 62 pieces of candy and 1 key chain? BECAUSE SHE HATES ME!! I spoke to her, and she rolled her eyes at me~AGAIN!
Party #2~~P's classmate. Held in the same place as Party #1, so 2 more hours of screaming, running, crying kids was interesting. It was a place for kids to play and climb, so many kids had no shoes on. WHY do parents let the kids leave the house with holes in their socks?
Party #3~~P's part-time best friend. Held Sunday at the world's smallest skating rink. After skating only 7 1/2 minutes, just like the skiing lessons in Switzerland (whole 'nother story), P was 'ALL DONE'. After hotdogs and chips, were on our way back to the hacienda.
Once home, we crashed on our respective couches until P reminded me that the hotdogs and chips were only lunch, and she NEEDED dinner~~NOW.
I consider this weekend a 'working weekend', so that means:
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7:19 PM
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NOTE TO SELF: If I spend more than $20 on a bottle of wine, CHECK THE ALCOHOL CONTENT FIRST!! I don't care how expensive it is, I'm still going for effect (flashback to days in the barracks).
If any of the PS is nice to P, in February they MIGHT receive one of the coveted invitations to P's birthday party~~she DOES throw some pretty cool parties.
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How much TOO much?? There should be an unspoken rule among the Preschool Set that in no way should I feel OBLIGATED to haul P to EVERY birthday party she's been invited. There will be no chillin' at my house this weekend, there are 3, yes 3 birthday parties to attend. Word is out among the PS that Kennedi gives some pretty cool gifts. CORRECTION, P HAS NOOOO MONEY (not counting money 'borrowed' from my purse), I GIVE SOME PRETTY COOL GIFTS!
Donor said one of his friends invited her to a party Saturday afternoon, and there is another party for one of the kids in class that evening (who has a party for a 4 year old at 5PM??). Then on Sunday, P's parttime best friend is having a skating birthday party.
I think I will make a few rules regarding birthday party invitations:
Posted by Margaret
8:30 PM
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I wish there was a Starbucks in my portion of the universe. Sure, there are a lot of other things to offer here, but a nothing really compares to a Triple Vente Cappuccino or a Vente Caramel Macchiato. Nothing like getting the day off to a jumpstart with a nice steaming cup of caffeine crack. I really think they should replace the McDonald's near here that opens at 10AM with a Starbucks. I think this very well maybe the ONLY McDonald's in the entire world that has no McMuffins or McGriddles. When I grow up and open my Micky D's, it will be open 24 hours!
Back to the topic at hand...the last time I had a taste of the Golden Nectar (get your mind out of the gutter) was in August when P and I were in London to see the Lion King Musical (the bestest!!!). While strolling though Leicester Square. I felt like I was in heaven (or at least a fly on the wall in the Rams locker room) when I spotted the sign. I didn't care that with the currency rate the Grande Cappuccino cost me almost $8.00!!
Before that, in June, while in Paris, I 'visited' the ONLY Starbucks in the City of Lights. Since Paris is such a happenin' place, you would think there were Starbucks like there are McDonalds~~EVERYWHERE!! After visiting the Mona Lisa (not impressed) at the musée du Louvre we were feverishly hunting for babyGap when we stumbled upon le nectar doré.
So, it's been almost 3 months since I've indulged in a $8.00 cup of Cappuccino. I went through withdrawal, the ticks have stopped, but every once in a while I get a faint whiff of coffee beans, and I hear the shhhhhhhh of the milk steamer.
Maybe we'll venture to Paris for Turkey Day~~for Starbucks and babyGap (NOT THE MONA LISA!).
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4:18 PM
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Since it's difficult at best to find any new/old/current/outdated movies in these parts of the universe, I ordered a couple dvds from Barnes and Noble. I have one question for BnN...WHY DO YOU SEND MY PACKAGES SPACE AVAILABLE?? It's not like they charge me any less to put my teeny package on the slow boat to China. You should take a hint from Polo, the Gap, Old Navy, and Amazon and SEND MY SH*T PRIORITY!!
It's bad enough that the dogs at Customs think there are fire hydrants inside my PRIORITY packages, and they are smashed or sometimes opened (retaped with super duper tape) when I get them. I would rather get a smashed package in a week (Priority), than get a perfect package 3 weeks after I ordered it (Space A).
Oh, and one 'nother thing...Space A shipping is cheaper than Priority. Why do they continue to charge me for Priority shipping? I AM a broke single parent, just tryin' to get a Chris Rock DVD that comes highly recommended by Mary!
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On to something else...
I have been here in this part of the world for a few years. After all this time, those that I hold near and dear to my heart in the US still don't understand the concept of time zones.
In 1999, when the St. Louis Rams were in the Super Bowl, my sister called me before the game started. This was our conversation:
S: How many hours are you ahead of St. Louis?
I must say she IS my favorite time 'tard. Another time, she called and asked me to check online and tell her what the lottery numbers were when the PowerBall was $200M, so she can go play the numbers. She thinks since my time is ahead, EVERYTHING is ahead.
Me: 7 hours, why?
S: Since you are 7 hours ahead, who won the Super Bowl? I want to bet some money on the game.
Which brings me to this morning~~when the phone rings at 2AM, the first thing that comes to mind is: Who died? Well, no one died, the other time 'tards WANTED TO KNOW WHO WON THE ELECTION, SINCE IT WAS ALREADY AFTER MIDNIGHT HERE!
After the 3rd phone call, all of which I answered 'Call S, she can explain it to you', I turned off the phone, hoping to get back to sleep. Then the cell phone started ringing, so I turned that off, too.
Don't worry, no one died at home.
Posted by Margaret
8:15 PM
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According to this Eminem was caught doing the Ashlee Simpson on Saturday Night Live. Those in the states can watch him karoke this Saturday, and the rest of us will have to wait until next week. I'm sure I'll find clips on the internet by Sunay morning. Nothing like staying informed!!
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3:56 PM
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Daylight savings time~~what a wonderful 'invention'. Notice that it's practiced practically world wide, but no one won the Nobel Peace Prize for it~~that should tell you something!
The time change is cruel to some and inconvient to others. It is cruel to P, who at 3, knows nothing about the concept of time. When her internal clock wakes her at 4:30AM (last week it would have been 5:30AM) and she wakes me, that is CRUEL!! She woke at 4:30AM, and was 'all done sleeping', which means EVERYONE wake up, it's time to do something (talk, watch tv, read, play, etc.). I tried to convince her that I could get at least 30 more minutes of sleep but, NOPE she wasn't hearing it!
It's inconvient to me, because I can use all the sleep I can get (I had class last night, lurnin' me some stuff)! While I'm up, ironing at 4:45AM, she's singing and dancing to the dreaded Care Bears (at least it wasn't Barney). Since she was WIDE awake, she ate breakfast at 5:30~the Lucky Charms addiction is going strong!
This meant I was ready to leave the house by 6:00~~30 minutes early. I busy myself tidying up and get P's coat, and guess what?? SHE WAS SLEEP!!!
Right now, it's a little past 3pm, and it's semi dark outside. This time of the year is really wierd~~leave home in the morning and it is dark, get home in the evening and it's dark again.
Maybe I'll be like the city of Indianapolis and don't change my clock. Then I won't have to worry about the treacherous 3 (P, Care Bears, and Lucky Charms) before 5:30AM.
Posted by Margaret
3:25 PM
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This is a public service announcement...
To Whom it May Concern: (you know who you are)
It is official, I will graduate in December with my Associate of Arts in Computer Science degree. I know you said I couldn't do it, but I did!! I know you said I would fail, but I didn't!! I know you said I'd quit, drop out, and it would be impossible to keep up, with me being a single parent and all, but believe me, that is not a hinderance, but a motivating factor!!
Hopefully, now you will go spread your 'cheer' elsewhere, because if you haven't noticed, it doesn't bother me. It seems to be a waste of your negative energy. Maybe if you used that energy towards your education, you'd have a FEW degrees by now!!
Thanks again for your 'support' I'll write you again in about 10 months when I receive my Bachelor's degree.
Bite Me, Sincerely,
~M
PS~~Believe me, I did not accomplish this to prove you wrong, but to prove to myself that I could do it!! Your invitation to the ceremony is in the trash 'in the mail'.
Posted by Margaret
10:01 PM
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I did absolutely nothing this weekend!! Well, almost nothing. Saturday afternoon, I took P to a friend's house because they wanted her to go with them to a wingding on base (they didn't invite me, I guess I AM a second class citizen now!!).
Well, I have class tonight~NOT looking forward to it. It's like the teacher is speaking Farsi or something~'kfaleir faerueir relational database iuoeri.' Thank goodness we have to do a group project!! I guess I'll get back to pickin' cotton.
Once again, P didn't dress up for Holloween. Up until Thursday, she wanted to be a Princess, then she changed her mind at the last minute.
Sunday, I was forced to watch a LOOOONNNNNG Care Bear movie. Not once, but twice! WHY ARE THEY SO POPULAR AGAIN???
Oh, I also watched the complete first season of Ali G. If you want to talk like him, use can use his translator. I remember back in 2000, walking down Oxford Street in London, and seeing him and wondering 'Who is that fool in the loud yellow suit?'. Evidently they were filming a segment for his program. Anyway, the dvd is pretty funny.
Now that I have passed a portion of my hacking cough to P, I need to take her to the doctor. This brings me to another point~~why do total strangers feel the need to diagnose your ailments? While in the commissary last week, 3 different strangers had 'cures' for my cough, and one even had the nerve to tell me that I have walking pneumonia, and that I should hurry and get to the doctor, because I could also have a collapsed lung. So nice of him to care!! I bought some Vicks Formula 44D (liquid crack), drank some and laid on the couch. It didn't help the cough, but I felt good!
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I'm back from the doctor. The doc gave her a prescription for Robitussin. The whole time we were in the exam room with the doctor, P did not cough ONE TIME!! The doctor was giving me the crazy eye. I explained to her that I called earlier, and her lackey said I should bring her in to be checked.
While at the clinic, I made a few observations:
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1:38 PM
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