Thank Goodness

Thank goodness for bounce protection.

Number of checks the bank has covered - 5

Number of dollars AT&T/Alltel owes me - 105

Number of pretend celebrity boyfriends - 3

Hello...earth to child...

Why can't my child learn this? (click to biggify)

Quick!

Somebody get this man a bandage! He's cut!

Who wudda thunk it?

In my real life, I make videos, shoot photos, some web design, have taken glass blowing classes, like to do crafts. So what would my ideal career type be?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

Ya think?

Shameless Plea

If you have these and you don't use them, I'll be glad to take them off of your hands.

Lemme know.

Seriously, WTF?

I had AT&T wireless. Then it went to Cingular. Then it went to Alltel. You could leave Alltel without the cancellation fee. So I did at the end of July. I was told I may still be billed for the cancellation and if I was, call this number and get it straightened out.

I was and I did.

But noooooooo.

They didn't fix it. They took over $400 out of my checking account (I have auto pay which I told them to cancel as well!) and caused me to bounce some checks! I called this morning and it was all I could do to stay reasonably calm. I had a $379 credit on my Alltel account! Why? Why? I don't even have the account anymore! How long would it have sat there? Aaaarrrrgggghhhhhh! They are going to send me a check for the credit amount. Well that's fine and dandy, but what about all of the Returned Check Fees? (Luckily my bank covers the checks.) I have to fax Alltel a copy of my bank statement with the fees circled and a request for them to reimburse me.

All I can say is "They Better."

Rat Bastedges.

Not happy.

At all.

My need to hit something has tapered off a little.

But still.

Dammit. There, I said it.

What a weekend.

First of all, for some reason unbeknownst to me, I bought this.

It is exactly like the first bike I had when I was 11 or so. It is a blast.

We were pretty busy this weekend. I painted some of the front porch railing. We moved a bunch of stepping stones over by the picket fence to keep the dog from digging out to see his girlfriend. We secured the picket fence a little better to keep the dog from pushing the loosened pickets out. I mowed some. The boys weeded the flower bed. etc etc etc

I put Chris in front of me on the Yamaha 175 and gave him his first real ride on a bike. We started out slow then kicked it up a little to jump some berms. At one point, his helmet came up and clipped me on the chin. Not so fun that. He was having a blast, until he tried to get off the bike. He halfway slid and scraped the inside of his knee. Come to find out, not only did he scrape it, he burnt it on the engine manifold. Not so fun that, either. Poor fella. I slathered it with aloe vera last night and again this morning and it doesn't look as bad as I thought it would.

Crazy? That's okay.

I saw this just this morning and thought I would share it with you. It is by Steve Jobs at Apple.

To The Crazy Ones

Here's to the crazy ones.

The misfits. The rebels.
The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.

They're not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them,
quote them, disbelieve them,
glorify them or vilify them.
About the only thing you can't do
is ignore them.

Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine. They heal.
They explore. They create. They inspire.

They push the human race forward.

Maybe they have to be crazy.
How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?

We make tools for these kinds of people.
While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius.

Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world,
are the ones who do.

Think Different

The challenge of it all.

Ya know, I really enjoy doing a hugely-huge project wrong twice just so I can appreciate how right I did it the third time.

It really doesn't help that I am beyond tired. Just a sample of my schedule -
- yesterday - worked with specialists, found out the movies on their websites weren't working, found out why!, fixed it, worked on another specialist's project, did it right the first time. Went bowling.
- today - Hugely-huge project done wrong twice, right once, building new web pages for three projects I'm working on. Playground meeting tonight.
- tomorrow - Slow day (ha!), get eyes checked. Evening at The Well.
- Thursday - going to a lavendar farm for project in the works. Going to Ada to pick up a motorcycle.
- Friday - David's birthday, Chris' eye appointment, working with two specialists on their pilot show, international food fair. I may have the evening free. Goodie.

Next week I have two days in Tulsa and one in Oklahoma City. They haven't caught on that two days seem to be open!

Wish me luck.

It's gone.

Well, it isn't really gone, it is just in another (unconvienent) spot.

My work computer has been so slow running my editing software. It has also manage to lock up a couple of times that it really should have had the courtesy not to do so at that particular time. So, we cloned the hard drives (two) and erased everything from the computer.

Gasp!

Now I'm having to install all of my software and get it going.

My internet bookmarks are all on the cloned drive so I have to really want to see a website to go dig for the address.

My iTunes music is on the clone.

My iPhotos are on the clone.

My e-mail addresses? Clone.

So if I don't come to see your website or e-mail you, it isn't because I don't love you, it is because I can't find you!

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There is a Blues Fest here in town this weekend. Free.
There is a Hot Air Balloon Festival just north of town this weekend. $17.
Hmmmmm...which to choose?

Also, the Willy Wonka movie is in the next town over (20 some odd miles) at the $1.50 theater.

Crap. Decisions, decisions.

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My last day of teaching this Sunday School rotation is this weekend. I had to buy a fan to take with me. The room is *hot*. I sweat like a pig and needed some sort of relief. Hope this does it!

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I have a car dealer on the lookout for the car I want when they go to the Program Car sale next week. Fingers crossed!!

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Peace out.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

color me bad

color me bad
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Who? Me? I don't know what you are talking about. It was like that when I got here. It was that way when you left. It was the cat.

Snort

I think I'll use this next time I come to work a little late...

Pete was driving down the street in a sweat because he had an important meeting and couldn't find a parking place.

Looking up toward heaven, he said "Lord, take pity on me. If you find me a parking place I will go to Mass every Sunday for the rest of my life and give up tequila."

Miraculously, a parking place appeared.

Pete looked up again and said "Never mind. I found one."

By the way, Cooper likes Crayons. To eat. Especially the gray one. Not so much the primary colors.

Luckily, it was only a box of twelve. Four survived intact.

R.I.P. Mr. Gray.

Triple Threat

Heartworms, Hookworms, and an ear infection.

My $20.00 dog is no longer a $20.00 dog. At the rate he is going, I almost could have gotten the Bernese Mountain Dog I heart.

Oh well, he's a cutie so I guess we will keep him.

Did I mention the OU Sooners lost to TCU? Go Horned Frogs! WooHoo!

Good News/Bad News

Bad news - Cooper has heart worms.
Good news - He gets to keep his "berries" a little longer.

Bad news - Cooper has to stay at the vet until Monday.
Good news - I may milk my sick leave to stay home with him next week.

We've only had this dog for a couple of days, but we sure miss him. We went through the heartworm treatment with Buddy years ago and as old as he was, he did really well with it. The vet, Dr. Cutie, says there is a new treatment that doesn't have the arsenic in it, but it still isn't pleasant. David is worried, but I think Coop will be just fine. He and Chris slept on the living room floor last night. The way he sprawls out on the pillows makes me think he is related to David. The way he lays next to the couch and sticks his head underneath it to sleep reminds me of how I put a pillow over my head when I sleep. I think it was meant for him to be here.

Chris fell off of the couch when he and his dad were rasslin' today. The way he and his inner Drama Queen have been acting, you would think he lopped off a few toes instead of just jamming one. I had to carry him to the bathroom earlier. Crazy Drama Queen.

On a brighter note...

Good news - Go Pokes!
Gooder news - Poor Sooners. MMMWWWAAAAAAAHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

By the way...the cow in the "shake that thing" Carl's Jr. commercial...that's not a real udder.

Cooper

Cooper
Originally uploaded by Sherrypg.

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I introduce Cooper (the canine formerly known as Butterscotch.)

We went to animal control to meet him and he jumped up into the car like he had been riding in one since birth.

He can sit and so far hasn't had an "accident" in the house!

He cries when someone leaves the room and follows you right on your heels. He has been at animal control since at least July 15th so we think he has a little bit of separation anxiety. We left him in the backyard when we left this morning and he was crying so loud I almost brought him to work with me. Poor fellow.

He has (so far) been great. I'm glad we got him.

He goes in tomorrow to get a check-up and his shots. He is also having a "surgical procedure". He asks that in lieu of flowers, send a donation to the Red Cross or your local animal shelter. But not to Pee-Tuh. Those people have Jumped the Couch.

Click on his photo to see a couple more I took of him.

Hear that?

Did you just hear a big Whoosh! coming from my direction? I was a hugely-huge sigh of relief.

I have been working on a fairly large project for a grant. The video is about 10 minutes or so long. (And has been a pain, but that is a diffent story for a different day.)

We got some new software in the other day and I had to load the Tiger operating system on my Mac to be able to use the new software. I did that without any problems. But before I loaded the new software, I asked many people, many times, "Now this won't do anything to my files, will it?" Nope, they said. "Are you sure?" Yep.

HA. I say.

I loaded most of it, but one application wouldn't install because I need a different graphics card. Great! Shopping!

But then...I opened up my new and improved editing software and guess what? All of the files are there, but the edited project was AWOL. I looked. A co-worker looked, "Huh." he says. "It should be there." Well, obviously is *should* be there, but it ain't. Luckily, the software has an autosave function and so we looked there. Nope, not there. (Insert cussing here.)

Well, you know me. A woman with a mission (and no desire at all to re-edit the project). I went down layers and layers of autosave files and? finally? I found it! So now all of those hours of editing and tweaking are not lost! Whew.

Yea me!

(We have an appointment to meet Butterscotch this afternoon. I know most (all) of you said Phlaughy, but I think Scotch would be a better wrestler for the boy. Or as we say here in Oklahoma "rassler".)

Who to choose?

Help us out here...
Butterscotch
or
Phlauphy

Butterscotch is a young Golden Retriever/Beagle.

Phlauphy is a 1 1/2 year old housetrained Golden Retriever/Dachshund.

Who would you pick?