i am making this a public post to make others aware of a scam.
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i have copied from an email that was received by a friend. my friend asked if it had been actually sent by the IRS, considering that they had an extension filed for this previous tax year and the amended return had not yet been submitted.
please note the sender of this email asks recipient for all sorts of personal identification which in the wrong hands can lead easily to identity theft as well as easily allowing the criminal to do as they please with YOUR bank and credit accounts.
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here is an odd question that i haven't been able to find the answer anywhere on line.
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in the cult's song, Fire Woman, was the lead vocal part ever performed by a "black" guy which appeared on MTV?
i think i remember black guy in dreads rocking out to it in video...
or am i mixing up my memories of other hard rockers with the cult being "it"? :-)
for instance, i may have mixed up the white guy normally singing the song. (maybe his very long hair was in dreads?)
please help! thank you!
um, so i have been exceedingly busy the past week since ike hit.
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i am in charge of a POD, no i can NOT get you individual help, unless you can come to it.
there is a list available at www.khou.com
if you are in DESPARATE NEED you may call 832.478.5811 for personal assistance.
so we have been watching this little piggie for the past week...
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why they call them pigs i have no idea. and i don't know if the little squeaks and stuff are his afraid noise or if they are his good sort of "purr" that his owners said he made when he was happy. he makes this squeak when i go near his box or scratch behind his ears and stuff. then sometimes he jumps straight up in the air. so i don't know if he is scared to death or if he is dancing happy. arrgh. if animals could just speak english or the language of their owners/caregivers, that would really help. wasn't the creator aware of this when he put creatures within our grasp?. instead of like, having us just eat oats and stuff. the creatures we would be killing for food could say "stop! i have kids at home!!" or something. or, "i wouldn't eat that if i were you".
he isn't really a pig (ie: swine). he is a rodent. arrgh. misnomer of the week that week?
so, his name is gordon or gordo for short. in case we didn't want to say the n. you know, that n is a difficult consonant. :P
in the am, or later this am, i am being brought to sc all expense paid by a former american legion commander. i have been awake all night i have ben doing stuff like laundry and cleaning the 'fridge, and more laundry and doing some sewing on the machine.... it literally takes me about 5 min to pack my clothing and personal effects for a week, i mean, .mil did teach me a few things...
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they didn't, however, teach me to be able to communicate with the bf very well. this is unfortunate as there are many times over night or during the day when i would just like to be held or i would like to hold him, and he can't be bothered to get off the sofa and sit next to me which could lead to you know, doing other things. it normally takes 2 people working towards the same goal. but that would indicate being on the same team or at the very least sitting on the same non playing player bench.
i will be gone about a week. i can get the entire mom/court stuff dealt with and even do some stuff like playing a round of golf maybe or going to brookgreen gardens, one of my favorite places to take pics with digital camera. lots of american sculptures. and many rare, antique varieties of flora.
and acrosss business 17 from brookgreens spectacular entrance, there is huntington beach state park, and that contains atalaya, a spanish style residence built for mr. huntinton's sculptress wife and stunning views from many external vantage points. and even more from places designed to give guests and residents spectacular views of other things.
hopefully, my mom will be able to accompany my elderly friend and i to the brookgreen gardens. then we can take her out to lunch. (even if she is permanently out to lunch, if you get my drift). (how do you type a wnk?)
and i get some oral chemo drugs because i can't get off of them for trivial reasons and while i do not consider the real reason i m going "trivial" and i don't consider even the secondary reason trivial.
and when i was a kid, i thought that trivial meant stuff my grandmother would have our housekeeper or cook put on a trivet. trivial = worthy of a trivet. woohoo!
hopefully updates from sc or other places i go. and i hope to heck i don't have to fend off old guy, and i give him credit so far that he has arranged suitable separate lodging and this is a good sign he is not the typical DEM (dirty elderly man)and just a nice guy and fellow vet.
is anyone a member of the american legion on my f's list?
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i have a recurring dream where i am in a group of pleasant but pot smoking people in a big people circle on a pretty, antique, predominately reds Persian hand tied rug. i am sure the antique, hand tied part totally escaped the majority of the pleasant but slightly less antique oriented than i was at the time being neighbors with the silly keno brother's family.
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in the recurring dream, as they all with smiles on their faces, pass around an Indian water pipe and also a normal acrylic kind of bong of the day, around the big circle. as the pot is passed to me, i politely continually say "no thank you" and pass the bong or water pipe to the next person as was the custom of that group and that is the only group i ever even saw smoke pot as a group activity.
so then one pass of the smoking pot stuff, instead of passing the bong or water pipe, they are instead passing my smiling yet severed head. it is not upsetting to me, nor is it something that i dream as being anything other than pleasant. like, happy even.
and i am observing this whole thing, as if my head wasn't't severed. and there was no ickyness as normally associated with severed limbs unless done under sterotactic conditions in a hospital.
as i said, it has been a recurring dream, and i think i have posted about it before. yawn.
earlier tonight, before my bf returned home from his working to support my sick ass... i was im'ing my ex husband, and being kind of bitchy about it since we were im'ing about the tax issue which would net him over 3 grand. (for an amenended return).
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last year, as far as halloween is concerned, here in houston, my bf and i painstakingly went out on reconnaissance and resupply and ended up obtaining a ton of halloween stuff to decorate, and lure children into our tawdry web of halloweeny sort stuff in order to get them to get candy into their bags or plastic pumpkins or mall shopping bags to be consumed to drive their parent's or guardians nutt with their sugar highs. to no avail.
of course, then, last year, we only had this many visitors...
Z E R O.
Z I P.
N O N E.
A B S O L U T E L E Y
P O S I T I V E L Y
children, adults or anyone. not even the pesky neighborhood squirrel who always steals our bird food, even though we buy him (the pesky squirrel) deer corn and/or other squirrely sort of treats to prevent him from taking the more expensive hulled safflower or sunflower seeds we get for our feathered friends.
since i ate the pixy stix (as mentioned in a previous post) over a week ago, and to no avail trying to make my 6 ft tall sort of skinny lately kind of body looking anyting like a pixy....
tonight, my bf had purchased, on the way home, on my orders as a former officer, about 5 bags of premium halloween candy, the full sized hersey bars, a large bag of individual packages of 2 full sized reese's peanut butter cups, a bag of wonka nerds candy boxes and also, finally, one large bag of safety pops, the ones with paper string kind of things to hold onto that kids shouldn't (unless really trying and/or not being watched, choke on them. (my favorite behind pixy stix). he had to et them on the way home as we are too tempted by the sweet stuff here and he is diabetic.
as i was saying, i was on the net im'ing my ex about the lack of filing taxes, also asking about preference of munsters or the adam's family.
my bf, bless his soul, is watching the news or something and asking me about stuff i have no clue about, like where the local service station to work on a manifold hose conectors. (whatever the heck they are). i mean, i have no idea how to get anywhere besides the local dr office, the er, the local market or walmart (all just across the main road out of our development access road.)
then it happened...
well, as i was saying, i was on the net im'ing my ex, and messing with the bf telling him i thought there wa a place across from where he worked that would be able to fix witout replacing entire mainfold which would essentially mean replacing enteire vehicle...
and we hear what seems to be a commotion out on/in our ground floor apartment building hall. with our front door being fully and firmly shut. i went and opened the door, orange candy bowl in hands, and there they were... about 45 kids in a group showing up with their adult supervisor people after the communities' halloween party sort of activity we didn't get invited to since we do not have kids.
i was exicted. the year before last even with no trick or treaters, i was in an elderly person housing papartment building taking care of an elderly alzheimer's patient and we didn't get any trick or treaters there either - not even the older folks who thougth they were six or seven years old. sigh.
so with all the kids, i ran out of candy. :( i had to give out dollar bills instead at the end. thank goodness for the stash i keep in the tea bag canister he never looks in. (he being the bf). for the straglers at the end. it was sort of sad for the last little boy... he had a cute little super hero outfit that was a bit too big so he was tripping a bit on the legs, but i asked john (the bf) for a dollar bill from wallet as i ran ou tof hte 15 i had in the tea container and gave him that instead. you should have seen his smile. it was very cute and he said thank you very very much.
overall, i feel somewhat acccomplished as we set out to do exactly what we did. we got rid of al the candy, we made kids smile... and my bf and i didnt' have words for over an hour. hooray!
back when i carried a federal id and yeah, sometimes a concealed weapon, i met a nice guy who worked as a bartender.
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in a not so nice place. a place a young lady shouldn't really go to. you know, biker bar or stuff like that.
anyhow, the bartender "friend", is and was, a swell guy... but i had gone out with him a few times. we got along fine and had fun. he made me laugh and i swear to any higher authority that we watched the following films at his house...
muholland drive (david lynch weirdness, especially the cowboy under the mercury vapor lights?) mercury vapor lights give off a eery kind of illumination even on a good light night.
edward sissorhands (he never saw it) and i love the oddness of the cupcake frosting colors of the 1960's colored housing development)
what's eating gilbert grape (johnny depp, ok, i like him)
stealing beauty (i made him only because of the italian guy ignazio olivia) but just look, i think he's like, sooo hot. and these are not the best photos i have seen, just ones i could find online quickly. and if i found him in my trick or treat bag he better just be treat or i'll hurt someone. :D
i am so infatuated with him because he is handsome,but more than that, the image of an "intense" person stays with me. i am a sucker for an intense, artistic, intelligent (he is multi lingqual and has obtained masters in performing arts and also classical literature in french, italian, greek and english). i don't care if he doesn't like math, because i am much better than i need to be for both of us. :-D
so no funny business during or after other than a little kneecking (kissing with kneees only touching) maybe during breaks for getting the corkscrew and vacuum thing for the wine or something.
anyhow he knows i work/ed for the feds.
so i ask him (since he's a bartender) if he knows any bookies i could conduct some personal business with. (serious) if you know odds and spread stuff, or if you knew as much as i did a little bet here and there (besides the illegal crap unless you're in certain jurisdictions) it can net you a tidy sum for a new pair of high tops or something.
he would not tell me of anyne in his aquaintance. even though i assured him i wold never arrest or otherwise bother the person. i said i wasn't evem interested in prosectuting that bookie's boss. (and i wasn't).
well, the bf didn't/wouldn't even tell me when the local church had casino night. :( not even for a superbowl kind of pool thing. damn him! :-)
(they changed my prescriotions agin ad now not only do i take oxycontin (the extended release type stuff for the cancer pain), but they put me on two other meds for pain too - for "breakthrough" type pain. the new pain meds dr. gave me also dilaudid and mepergan fortis for this type f pain. trouble is it makes me drowsy in any combination other than just taking the oxycodone along with phenergan as i have for over a year and a half.
also, the problem i face now is that since i now have seizure activity which i am being treated for, the meds may increase my seizure activity. yuck.
but flying is nice. at least being able to smile and do stuff without feeling terrible just waking up is a tremendous relief.
well, i am off to dream of ignazio. ciao bebe, :-)
i generally do not ever and i mean EVER have hissy fits. even today....
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i had a pain management dr. appointment. i was unsure of my payment needed, so bf gave me a signed but blank otherwise check.
NO OTHER DR. I HAVE EVER SEEN HAS ASKED FOR DRIVERS LICENSE or OTHER INFO ON PAYMENT CHECKS.
i had filled out all my personal and i mean PERSONAL information. they had the check. i was brought into an exam room. i stayed there about 10 min. someone came in and told me i had to go out to the waiting area.
i was told they couldn't run the check and they couldn't see me today (after waiting since LAST WEEK EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE (9 or 10) kind of pain.
i started to cry. stupid marine girl crying? sorry. i am unworthy. and i left the office and came home. the office is literally around the corner from this apartment.
but i hurt like hell. still do.
and i got home and i called almost hysterical to the office. they have big practice and it took 3 people to get to the right one.... but after bitching to her and crying and stuff, she said she would call me back. AND SHE DID! she apologized for the annoyance and made me an appointment for 7:45 am TOMORROW. YEAH! (i hope i can get up in time).
and bf is giving me cash and i will get the damned check back in the am.
sandy rule number 2. "ALL MEDICAL PERSONNEL, INCLUDING NURSES AIDS, PHYSICIANS, XRAY TECHS, MEDICAL SECRETARIES, AND EVERY ONE ELSE WITH PATIENT CONTACT, PRIOR TO ADMINISTERING ANY PROCEDURE OR HAVING ANY CONTACT WITH A PATIENT, SPEND ONE WEEK (SEVEN DAYS STRAIGHT) IN A HOSPITAL BED HAVING TO USE A BED PAN AND BE DEPENDENT ON OTHER MEDICAL PERSONNEL"
(i made that name up since i am cranky)
ok, i have some liquor and other DRINKING question)
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OR MANY QUESTIONS.
SORRY FOR CAPS I AM HAVING TROUBLE WITH LOW VISION THE PAST FEW DAYS (BRAIN SWELLING)
BY BF IS PAST THE ABLE TO COMMUIMATE SLEEPY OR INFORMATION STATE, ALTHOUGH HE WAS A BAR TENDER FOR MANY YEARS. TRUE, HE WORKED FOR THE VFW BAR.... BUT HE IS NOT BEING VERY INFORMATIVE.
HERE ARE THE QUESTIONS. PLEASE DISREGARD IF YOU DON'T DRINK BECAUSE OF RELIGIOUS OR PERSONAL REASONS LIKE YOU'VE KICKED THE ALCOHOL THING. GOOD FOR YOU.
I DRINK VERY LITTLE THE PAST FEW YEARS AS I AM ON VERY STRONG NARCOTICS AND I DON'T NEED ANY HIGH FROM TEQUILA OR COSMOS OR THINGS OF THAT SORT. THE ON LY REAL WEAKNESS I HAVE IS THE TRAPPIST BELGIAN BEERS I GET ON OCCASION WHEN MY BF IS NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND I HAVE A 30 IN MY PURSE NOT DESIGNATED MEDS OR STUFF.
SO THESE ARE THE QUESTIONS. SORRY FOR THE CAPS, I AM HAVING TROUBLE WITH MY VISION AND I SEE THE CAPS MORE CLEARLY.
QUESTION #1. WHEN YOU ORDER A SHOT OF LIQUOR (TEQUILA, AMARETTO, 10 YEAR OLD SINGLE MALT OR SOMETHING) AND A BEER CHASER, I HAVE THOUGHT I NOTICED I GET A MUCH SMALLER GLASS OF BEER (BUDWEISER OR SOMETHING ON DRAFT AT THE ESTABLISHMENT).
IS THIS A VALID OBSERVATION OR AM I DELUSIONAL?
QUESTION #2. WHEN YOU ORDER A GUINNESS IN BOSTON, THE GLASSES THEY PUT THE DRAFT GUINNESS IN SEEM TO BE MUCH LARGER THAN THE SIZE OF THE DRAFT BEER GLASSES I HAVE SEEN HERE IN HOUSTON. HAVEN'T ORDERED GUINESSS HERE, THEY HAVE ENOUGH OTHER LOCAL VARIETIES TO KEEP ME BUSY THE FEW TIMES I HAVE BEEN OUT AND ABLE TO DRINK ANYTHING ALCOHOLIC.
QUESTION #3. IF YOU ORDER A SHOT OF ALCOHOL LIKE THE TEQUILA OR AMARETTO OR ABSINTHE IF YOU CAN GET IT, AND THE BEER CHASER, THE BEER CHASER SEEMS TO BE IN WHAT APPEARS TO BE WHAT I WOULD CONSIDER AT HOME A JUICE GLASS. (MAYBE 4 OUNCES).
IF YOU GET ONE SHOT OF THE STRONG PLAIN LIQUOR, SOMETIMES YOU GET IT IN A SHOT GLASS, SOMETIMES YOU GET IT IN A TACKY PLASTIC JUICE TYPE GLASS (OR THE KIND OF PLASTIC GLASSES THEY USE IN MARATHONS FOR THE H20 STATIONS FOR THE RUNNERS), OR EVEN THE "LOW BALL" TYPE GLASSES MY DAD WOULD POUR HIS 4 FINGERS OF THE SINGLE MALT INTO AND SIP BY THE FIRE. OR, CONVERSELY, THE GLASSES I HAD AFTER MY PARENTS DOWNSIZED THEIR BIG HOUSE AND I GOT ALL THE BAR WARE. I USED THOSE LOW BALL KIND OF GLASSES FOR JUICE (I LIKE A LOT OF JUICE IN THE AM), AND FOR THINGS LIKE MILK WITH COOKIES ON THE SIDE. I WAS NEVER A COOKIE DIPPER IN ANYTHING. I EAT THE COOKIES ND THEN DRINK THE MILK ON THE SIDE. THE DIPPING I LEAVE TO THE THE OREO COMMERCIALS PEOPLE. I THINK IT'S ICKY. FINE FOR THOSE FAMILIES BUT I AM ONE OF THOSE ODD KIDS WHO WOULDN'T LIKE TO MIX PEAS AND MASHED POTATOES. I WOULD EAT SHEPHERDS PIE, BUT THAT WAS DIFFERENT SINCE IT WAS ALL BAKED TOGETHER.
MY BOYFRIEND WILL NOT EAT FRESH OR FROZEN GREEN BEANS OF ANY TYPE. NOT FRENCH STYLE, NOT THE FLAT ITALIAN TYPE, NOT THE CUT UP REGULAR GREEN BEANS.... BUT HE WILL HEAT c a n n e d m u s h y ones o f a ny t y p e. SO TRY TO FIGURE THIS PERSON OUT.
I EVEN TRIED TO CONFUSE HIM. I WENT TO FARM STAND EARLIER THIS SUMMER, PICKED UP ABOUT A HALF BUSHEL OF FRESH SNAP GREEN BEANS ( THE KIND WITH TINY LITTLE PEAS IN THE MIDDLE YOU DON'T TAKE OUT) AND THE KIND YOU JUST SNAP THE ENDS OFF TO COOK.
HE EVEN WANTED THOSE COOKED TO MUSHINESS. I GIVE UP. I BUY THE CHEAPEST GREEN BEANS AT THE MARKET IN CANS, STICK THEM EITHER IN MICROWAVE PAN TO MICROWAVE OR IN LITTLE REVERE PAN TO COOK THE WHOLE HUGE (SARCASM) CAN OF MUSHY ALREADY GREEN BEANS. HE EATS THEM LIKE THEY ARE THE BEST THINGS EVER AND I, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TABLE, CAN BARELY CHOKE THEM DOWN.
THIS IS WHERE THE SHOT AND CHASER WOULD COME IN HANDY IF I WERE DRINKING.
BUT BACK TO DRINKING...
IF IT WERE NOT FOR COSMOPOLITANS, AND I MEAN, LIKE, PITCHERS OF COSMOPOLITANS, I WOULD NEVER HAD WALKED THE WALK TO DEATH DOWN THE ISLE AND I THINK I STATED IN SOME DREADED WEDDING POST, IT WAS EITHER THE PRIEST OR MYSELF WEAVING BACK AND FORTH. I THINK BY THE 7 PM CEREMONY, I HAD (WITH MY WEDDING ATTENDANTS) CONSUMED ABOUT 8 PITCHERS OF COSMOPOLITANS (ASKING FOR COCKTAIL GLASS AFTER COCKTAIL GLASS I THOUGHT WAS BOTH A WASTE OF TIME FOR THE WAIT STAFF, AND A WASTE OF THE PRETTY MARTINI TYPE GLASSES THEY WERE USING. HONESTLY THEY SHOULD HAVE STARTED A COSMOPOLITAN IV FOR ME. WOULD HAVE SAVED A LOT OF WORK ON EVERYONE'S PART. ( AND THIS WAS THE EARLY EVENING BEFORE THE DREADED EVENT).
MY MAID OF HONOR HERE FROM GERMANY KEPT ASKING IF I WERE MAKING A MISTAKE (I WAS TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE BUT WITH HIS LACK OF HONESTY ON HIS INCOME (HE WAS A CIVIL PLANNER IN SYRACUSE, NOT A DR OR SOMETHING) AND WAS DRIVING A NEW Z3 (HEY JUST CAME OUT), SUPPORTING HIS FIRST WITH AND 3 KIDS, AND HE HAD A FABULOUS HOUSE, HIS EX AND KIDS LIVED A VERY NICE HOUSE NICER THAN EVEN HIS HOUSE (I AM NOT AND WAS NOT JEALOUS, I TOLD HIM HIS KIDS WERE MORE IMPORTANT THAN WHERE WE LIVED TOGETHER AFTER THE WEDDING...
AND ALL I WANTED WAS A COPY OF HIS PAST 2 TAX RETURNS. NEVER GOT THEM UP TO THE NIGHT OF REHEARSAL DINNER. SO I TOLD HIM I WOULD NOT MARRY HIM (WHERE DOES A PERSON MAKING ABOUT 70 GRAND) KEEP 2 HOMES WORTH AT LEAST 200 GRAND EACH, THE BMW, PLUS PAY THE KID SUPPORT and HIS JET SET SORT OF LIFESTYLE. EVEN WITH GOOD INVESTMENTS, IF YOUR OUTPUT IS MORE THAN YOUR INCOME, IT DOESEN'T ADD UP.
WELL, SO THE BEST MAN, ANOTHER GUY NAME MIKE, HAD A GREAT IDEA (YEAH, LOTS OF THINGS SEEM IDEAL WHEN YOUR DRUNK...) HE TOLD ME HE WOULD MARRY ME ON SCHEDULE. I LOVED HIM AS A BROTHER. I SAID OK. DUMBEST MOVE I EVER MADE. BESIDES NOT DUCKING IN THE FIRST GULF WAR.
GOT MARRIED, KEPT THE COSMOS GOING DOWN CONSISTENTLY THRUOUGHT THE WHOLE THING... AND I DON'T KNOW IF I WERE WEAVING OR THE PRIEST WAS...LIKE I SID BEFORE AND BEFORE.
BUT I DIDN'T PASS OUT (DARN) AND WE WERE PRONOUNCED HUS BAND AND WIFE.
SO, THAT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT. AFTER THE RECEPTION (GREAT PARTY BY THE WAY), WE LEFT AND HE WENT TO STAY WITH IS MOMMY AND DADDY IN THEIR HOTEL, AND MY MAID OF HONOR, HE OTHER ATTENDANTS I HAD, AND I WENT OUT TO PARTY. I WAS STILL IN WEDDING GOWN, THEY WERE IN ATTENDANT'S DRESSES (I THOUGHT NICE ENOUGH TO NOT SCREAM WEDDING ATTENDANT).
WE WERE QUITE THE GROUP. PEOPLE THOUGHT IT WAS SOME SHOW BEING RECORDED.
I DIDN'T SEE THE "HUSBAND" UNTIL ABOUT NOON THE NEXT DAY. CLAUDIA, COLLEEN AND I WENT TO HANG OUT IN MY HOME TOWN... AND ON MONDAY I FILED FOR AN ANULLMENT. THE "HUSBAND" NEVER WOULD SIGN ANY OF THE ANULLMENT DOCUMENTS. I TRIED IN NY, VA, SC, MD, MA FL, ETC.... THERE WAS ALWAYS SOME REASON HE WOULDN'T SIGN THEM.
I HAD TO LOSE EVERYTHING I WORKED FOR, THINGS MY GRANDPARENTS WORKED FOR AND LEFT FOR ME, AND THE STUFF MY PARENTS GAVE ME, PRETTY MUCH EVERYTHING I EVER OWNED. I KNOW I POSTED ABOUT THIS BEFORE, ABOUT MY OWN PERSONAL HURRICANE KATRINA. THE THING IS, IT WASN'T CAUSED BY GOD OR SOME HIGHER BEING, IT WAS CAUSED BY SOMEONE WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO AT LEAST BE MY BEST FRIEND. I LOST EVERYTHING, AND THE WORST THING, IS RECENTLY, HE HAD BEEN PAYING AT LEAST MY COBRA MED. COVERAGE. INSTEAD OF NOTIFYING ME (BY PHONE, EMAIL, IM, SMOKE SIGNAL,HIS PARENTS - ANYTHING) HE JUST DIDN'T PAY IT AND HERE I AM WITH BRAIN CANCER AND MEDICATION BEING OVER 2 GRAND A MONTH WITHOUT INSURANCE, AND IN TEXAS YOU CAN'T GET MEDICAID UNTIL YOU GET SOCIAL SECURITY DISABILITY. AND HE NEVER GAVE ME ANY INDICATION HE WAS NOT ABLE OR JUST NOT INTRESTESTED IN PAYING IT THAT MONTH. SO THEY CANCELED ME AS I HAD THE PREXISING CONDITION WITH THE BRAIN ISSUES. AND I COULDN'T;COULDN'T GET ANY INSURANCE AFTER SINCE I HAVE BIG PREEXISTING CONDITIONS.
SO BACK TO DRINKING...
I RECALL ONE NIGHT IN BRIGHTON (BOSTON) I WAS AT AN IRISH BAR DRINKING GUINEAS. PLENTY OF GUINEAS AS SOME GUY DECIDED TO TALK TO ME AND ORDERED A FEW PITCHERS OF IT.
I WAS THEN COMPLETELY INFORMED HOW TO PLAY CRICKET. WITH THE 2 GUINSS BOTTLES I ORDERED BEING GOAL POSTS.
IT SEEMED TOO COMPLEX BEING QUITE INEBRIATED.
GOOD THING HE WAS A PROPER UK GENTLEMAN AND WALKED ME THE BLOCK HOME, MADE SURE I COULD GET INTO MY APARTMENT AND KISSED ME GOODNIGHT (I THINK CHUMBA WUMBA TUB THUMPING) WAS ON THE CAR RADIO HE HAD. IT WAS BLARING SO I COULD HEAR IT ALL THE WAY TO THE FRONT DOOR, UP A FLIGHT.
I WOLD LIKE TO KNOW, THOUGH, IF HERE IN THE USA IF THE BEER GLASSES ARE AS VARIED AS OTHER TYPES OF BAR WEAR.
AND OH, I HAD A NUTTY EARLIER SORT OF (MY NUTTIES ARE PRETTY TAME, I LEFT A NOTE "who the hell is patsy?". yeah, it's true i talk to guys all the time on the net. and a few on the phone, and at the va, about 99.9 % of them are men. none of them i have slept with. and i feel pretty cruddy with the brain cancer crap.
you know my user icon? the stainboy one? my head is kind of like that with a bit of hair growing back but the have really good wigs, so good the few times i have been out to things like faith healing church services at my friend's church, or at the new dr.'s office, they had no idea i was wearing one. i put a few here so you can see i am not pulling your leg).
please advise about the bar glasses.
love you all. in highly platonic way.
and watch the world series tomorrow night even if it means you don't get lucky otherwise if you team loses. don't be unamerican unless of course, you happen to be unamerican. :D
and me now (recently
i have a gripe.
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i have been consuming at various times and various amounts. PIXI STIX in considerable amounts since about 1972. the big ones you can get that are about the size of bamboo, and the regular sized ones about 10 inches long, and even these at halloween time that are about 8 inches long. the bamboo giant size are plastic not paper contained.
anyhoo, i think they should be sued for false advertising. in all the PIXI STIX i have consumed, i have not had one teeny, weenie, tiny sign i was getting any more pixie like, no matter how many of the PIXI STIX i consumed. no elfish rolled up toe slippers have appeared in my shoe closet or on my feet. i have not shrunk to any noticeable elf or pixie size. (unless on some odd planet somewhere they have 6' tall ones). i have not had my ears changing to pointy kind of spock or sprout from the valley of the jolly green giant type ears. i just have the same old boring human shaped ones. my hair has not, as i awaken and go into the bathroom, peer into the mirror just to find out overnight or gradually my hair has not changed to some Kewpie doll type of style. my clothing has not changed to leggings and frocks that match the elfish shoes i do not have. i do not even have the beginnings of pixie wings.
SO WHAT'S THE DEAL? I WANT MY MONEY BACK.
and I WANT TO KNOW WHAT FLAVOR THE BLUE ONES ARE. it isn't blueberry. it isn't blue curacao. it isn't some odd blue raspberry. SO WHAT'S THE DEAL?
"blue" isn't a recognized flavor in the hotel restaurant food catalog.
a disgruntled PIXI STIX CUSTOMER IN HOUSTON, formerly of VIRGINIA, SOUTH CAROLINA, NEW YORK, FLORIDA, MARYLAND, CALIFORNIA, NEVADA, COLORADO, FRANCE, BELGIUM, IRAQ, TURKEY, GRENADA, PANAMA, SWEDEN, DENMARK and many other places.
JEFFERSON CITY, Mo. (AP) -- An audit of Missouri's student loan authority depicts it as flush and loose with cash, rewarding executives with luxury perks and wasting money on buildings, parties and no-bid contracts.
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Officials at the Missouri Higher Education Loan Authority acknowledged most of the problems highlighted in the report released today by State Auditor Susan Montee. But they said the troubles were in the past, and the agency has righted itself for the future.
"I know it sounds cliche, but we're committed to transparency and accountability and efficiency, and we are going to take our responsibility seriously," said Raymond Bayer Jr., the loan agency's chief executive officer.
Montee put it more bluntly.
Missouri's loan agency officials amassed huge amounts of wealth while "running under the radar screen" and "then spent a lot of the money on themselves," she said. "I think now that everyone knows about them, the jig is up."
The Missouri Higher Education Loan Authority, which has more than $5 billion in assets, is the latest student lender to come under scrutiny for its practices
New York Attorney General Andrew Cuomo has launched a national probe of student loan providers and college administrators. He claims there is a pattern of favoritism for lenders who provided kickbacks, trips and other gifts in exchange for steering students their way.
The Missouri audit doesn't allege any kickbacks. But it says the loan agency paid for massages during an annual conference for student financial aid personnel as an enticement to attract customers to its booth.
The Missouri audit comes as the nonprofit loan authority is undergoing its largest mission change since it was created by a 1981 state law as a means of ensuring access to low-cost student loans for Missouri college students.
Under a new law championed by Gov. Matt Blunt, the loan authority is paying $350 million to the state over the next six years to help finance the construction or renovation of dozens of college buildings around the state.
The state had never audited the loan agency. But with Blunt's plan as a backdrop, Montee announced upon taking office in January that it would be one of her first targets.
The audit takes no position on whether the asset sell-off needed to finance Blunt's construction program will financially weaken the loan agency, though Montee said she believes it is a bad idea.
Instead, auditors focused on how loan agency officials lavished luxuries upon themselves. Although a public entity, Montee said the loan authority acted like a private business not accountable to any stockholders.
Montee said the loan agency owes almost $2.3 million for "excessive" severance benefits to four former executives who either resigned or were fired in recent years. The report didn't identify the officials, but the loan agency provided their names to The Associated Press under an open-records request.
-- Michael Cummins, who was fired as executive director in January 2006 after voicing opposition to Blunt's plan, received the largest severance package of $853,381.
-- Rick Fouts, who resigned as chief financial officer in October 2004, got a $650,000 severance package.
-- John Wild, fired as executive director in November 2003, got a severance of $535,445.
-- Ann Hollenberg, fired as associate director in October 2005, received a severance of $244,732.
From the 2001 to 2004 fiscal years, the audit said the student loan agency paid almost $1.5 million in performance bonuses to five executives, including the four who also got severance payments.
Those executives also got temporary bump-ups in their base salaries; 12 weeks of annual time off, which three of the five converted to more than $200,000 in cash; car allowances totaling more than $146,000 over that five-year period; and life insurance policies that they could convert to cash, the audit said.
Bayer, who took over for Cummins, said he is the only remaining employee guaranteed a severance package if he is fired without cause. He said the large performance bonuses have been done away with and he has declined a car allowance.
Six of the seven board members of the loan agency have left -- some under pressure or protest -- since Blunt first proposed in January 2006 to sell the agencies for his building plan.
The new board members have put an end to many of the excesses of the past and have either already implemented many of the audit's recommendations or will do so, board chairman John Smith and the agency's audit committee leader, Thomas Reeves, said in a letter to Montee.
The audit said the loan agency failed to seek competitive bids for its new $11 million headquarters built along the Missouri River flood plain in Chesterfield. After moving into the building in April 2002, MOHELA paid more than $1.2 million in lease payments over 18 months for its old headquarters because it couldn't get out of the lease, the audit said.
Until March 31, the loan agency had no formal purchasing policy so it made numerous expenditures without soliciting competitive bids, the audit said.
The agency also failed to always keep supporting documents for invoices, including for a $198,514 payment to a financial consulting firm hired in 2006 to review the financial feasibility of Blunt's plan, the audit said.
The audit also cited as unreasonable more then $46,000 spent on board retreats, including $1,500 for alcoholic beverages in 2004 at a Branson resort and $1,200 for alcohol two years later in St. Louis.
Additionally, more than $688,000 was spent on Christmas gift cards and bonuses for employees, and $28,716 on annual holiday parties that included disc jockeys and a magic show, the audit said. Bayer said the holiday bonuses will stop.
Still unresolved from the audit is a dispute over whether Montee's staff should have access to the records from closed MOHELA board meetings. The agency has refused to comply with subpoenas seeking the records, and both sides have filed suit over the dispute.
She may be little, but she has a powerful story</div> Carloyn Olson</div>
ST. LOUIS POST-DISPATCH
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This is a photo of Charlotte shortly after she was rescued. The Chihuahua was so emaciated and her head was so horribly swollen that a woman who found her didn’t know what kind of animal she was.
(The Humane Society of Missouri/P-D)
Her eyes were swollen shut. Her head ballooned three to four times its normal size. Her throat was nearly swollen shut.
Her breathing was shallow. Bite marks dotted her head and legs. She had heart worms. She was dehydrated.
That was the condition of Charlotte, a year-old, reddish-brown Chihuahua who showed up on the porch of a St. Louis woman's home in July 2006. The woman called the Humane Society of Missouri saying she had some sort of "weird-looking animal" on her porch who was scaring her.
The "animal" was later determined to be a 4-pound emaciated Chihuahua in such critical condition that she was transferred to an emergency animal clinic after being brought to the Humane Society.
Workers cut off a plastic zip tie that was embedded in Charlotte's neck, cutting off air and causing fluid to enlarge her head. In addition, she was emaciated and had a heart murmur.
For the first eight weeks, Charlotte's health was "touch and go," but she eventually recovered enough to stay with Humane Society education specialist JoEllyn Klepacki.
"But she's always been afraid of men and loud young people."
In December, Charlotte was put up for adoption. Because of the publicity surrounding her story, 300 people applied to adopt her. But she was returned to the Humane Society soon after because of a pesky Rottweiler who was just too rambunctious with the now-healthy 6.6-pound, 2-year-old Chihuahua.
"So I decided to just keep Charlotte, myself," Klepacki said. "She means too much to me. She is perfectly healthy now, with just a slight heart murmur that doesn't bother her."
Charlotte now is a humane educator along with her housemate Yoda, an 11-year-old Austrailian cattle dog mix. They recently "talked" to 13 students of the Westgate Christian Academy who came to a class at the Humane Society about animal abuse and science careers.
The students giggled and oohed and aaahed when Charlotte and Yoda entered the classroom on a recent Friday morning. Klepacki showed the students color photos of Charlotte's swollen head and a black plastic tie similar to what nearly killed Charlotte.
A $4,000 reward was offered for information about who abused Charlotte. "Nothing has panned out on leads," Klepacki said.
"Animals have a lesson to teach us all, and we hope that Charlotte helps us get that message about the importance to treating animals well."
Charlotte has recuperated since being terribly abused and now, along with her homemate Yoda (left), helps educate children and adults about science and the horrors of animal abuse.
Photo by Jerry Naunheim Jr. | Post-Dispatch
All better now.
so i like baseball. post season i could really care less about, as long as there are good games.
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and as far as the world series, as long as they play a good game.
case in point is right this minute, the rockies and the padres for wildcat? well, tied up in the 12th. 6 - 6. good game.
in my humble opinion.
and also, in my opinion, i have never lived anywhere else besides the greater boston area where the general population loved their team more.
young and old, rich or poor, the red sox fans supported their team. go team.
don't get me started about cooperstown... every year i miss the inductions i get more and more, progressively teary eyed.
i do not like football. soccer, yeah, but not football.
Many soldiers get boot for 'pre-existing' mental illness
POST-DISPATCH WASHINGTON BUREAU
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— Thousands of U.S. soldiers in Iraq — as many as 10 a day — are being discharged by the military for mental health reasons. But the Pentagon isn't blaming the war. It says the soldiers had "pre-existing" conditions that disqualify them for treatment by the government.
Many soldiers and Marines being discharged on this basis actually suffer from combat-related problems, experts say. But by classifying them as having a condition unrelated to the war, the Defense Department is able to quickly get rid of troops having trouble doing their work while also saving the expense of caring for them.
The result appears to be that many actually suffering from combat-related problems such as post-traumatic stress disorder or traumatic brain injuries don't get the help they need.
Working behind the scenes, Sens. Christopher "Kit" Bond, R-Mo., and Barack Obama, D-Ill., have written and inserted into the defense authorization bill a provision that would make it harder for the Pentagon to discharge thousands of troops. The Post-Dispatch has learned that the measure has been accepted into the Senate defense bill and will probably become part of the Senate-House bill to be voted on this week.
The legislation sets a higher bar for the Pentagon to use the personality-disorder discharge, and also mandates a review of the policies by the Government Accountability Office. Bond said it also would "force the Pentagon to stop using this discharge until we can fix the problem."
Bond said he learned of the practice from returning Iraq veterans. He called it an "abuse" of the system and "inexcusable."
"They've kicked out about 22,000 troops who they say have pre-existing personality disorders. I don't believe that," Bond said in an interview Friday. "And when you kick them out, they don't get the assistance they need, they aren't entitled to DOD or Veterans Administration care for those problems."
Obama said the practice is "deeply disturbing" because "it means that those who have served this country aren't getting the care they need. …"
Pentagon spokesman Lt. Col. Todd Vician declined Friday to discuss the matter because it was related to current legislation.
Defense Department records show that 22,500 cases of personality-disorder discharges have been processed over the last six years.
Jon Soltz, an Iraq war combat veteran who founded the group VoteVets.org, said untreated psychological problems were contributing to the highest military suicide rate in a quarter-century and to growing homelessness among veterans, he said.
If such widespread mental problems really existed before people joined the military and saw combat, they would have been uncovered when the recruits were enlisting, Soltz said.
The issue of personality-disorder discharges is a window into the broader problem of psychological damage to Iraq veterans, which experts say has three main causes:
— Multiple and longer deployments.
— The stress of fighting an insurgency with no breaks and everyone always on the front line.
— Better and faster medical care that helps troops survive horrific physical injuries that often leave psychological scars.
"You land in Iraq, and you're on the battlefield, whether you're a quartermaster or a medic or a cook," said David Segal, director of the Center for Research on Military Organizations at the University of Maryland. "All you have to do is get on the highway to go somewhere from the airport."
The military and lawmakers are only slowly coming to grips with the consequences, Segal said.
"I think we have failed to recognize the extent of the problem," he said. "We've produced a problem that's going to be plaguing us for generations."
Past wars, through the Persian Gulf war, produced three casualties for every fatality, while now in Iraq "we're up to about 16-to-1," Segal said. Those killed are "really the tip of the iceberg" as far as the toll on soldiers, he added.
One Republican congressional staff member who works on military issues said the rationale behind the Pentagon's practice was: "We didn't break you, you were already broken. You're not our responsibility."
"One soldier I know received a diagnosis for a personality disorder after a 45-minute talk," said the staffer, who spoke on condition of anonymity. "He'd been in the military 10 years, had made it his career, and then he was told he was being shuffled out in a couple of weeks. We keep getting these stories."
In the House, Rep. Phil Hare, D-Ill., is leading the effort to get similar legislation approved.
"It defies logic to think that tens of thousands of our servicemen and women slipped through the cracks during the pre-screening process," Hare said. "We have a moral obligation to review the discharge process and ensure we are getting it right."
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oh so i found the long lost wallet. it was in the laundry basket i keep on the top of the dryer, that i throw stuff like clean, dry underwear, face cloths, or things i normally have no patience nor senseability to fold and put away. of course, as i stated previously, it WAS in the last place i looked, even after calling the local wally world, thinking i left it behind - last time i KNOW i had it in hand.
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and, my bf rocks. he just spent about way too much at wherehouse music. i got some bob mould and nina simone among others. and i have clerk racking his brain to figure out who some female jazz singer is who died about 14 years ago or so, overseas, as a lounge singer type/live performer, and then became quite popular, as before she was virtually unknown here in the states. of course, she had to die to become popular.
oh, and her last name i think begins with a "C". this isn't a quiz, i really just can't recall her name. unfortunate since she is great.
and um, so the cds for the trip to see my mom. to pass the time. so i don't bother the unfortunate person next to me who would otherwise be forced to endure my endless query about nothing in particular. and i talk to strangers when i shouldn't. my mom and dad told me not to. but i did. and i still do. sometimes i even tell bad jokes, bad as in just silly ones, not offensive to anyone.
like. did you hear about morrison? the guy from the zoo who was a total screw up? (screw up can be interchanged with poor worker). anyhow, morrison was given one last task as a test, one that his supervisor was POSITIVE he couldn't accomplish. when morrison shows up the next day, the manager tells morrison he has to transport 3 dozen of their penguins to the next city's zoo, as part of an exchange student for penguins sort of thing. he had to get them there and dropped off and return to his normal zoo with the transport truck before noon. just getting to the other zoo would take about 3 hours. then the drive back, like i said, impossible.
well, morrison, with a smile on his face, returns triumphantly at 12:04. he pulls his animal transport vehicle into the proper parking area, and reports back to his manager, still smiling broadly.
his manager, looking at his watch, is about to fire morrison. so he starts out saying "well, since you didn't return by noon, you are filed". morrison retorts, "i may not have reported back by noon, but i got those penguins to the zoo bright and early. we had so much fun at the zoo, i decided to take them to the cinema too, therefore, i was a bit late, but it was well worth it, we had so much fun."
the manager hangs his head and cries.
so, see, i can drive the person unfortunate enough to sit next to me batty.
i must be entertained another way, therefore, the cds.
i have misplaced/lost my wallet... it contained all my ids - the va medical center one *most important*, my driver's license, my sc LTC, and various credit/debit cards. they all have been reported, but it just bugs me because i will probably find it tomorrow. of course, one always finds things the last place they look... and it contained a saint jude thaddeus devotional card. i have about 7 of them in various places, one in the lost wallet, one on my bedside table, one used as a bookmark in my bible, and one in my truck, and then a few here and there... hopeless causes? eek.
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and i need the ids because i have to go on a trip starting sunday night, out of state, and i am overly anxious about it... then again, i am overly anxious about everything.
if one is beheaded post postmortem, i wonder what difference it makes. of course, if you are alive and alert while being beheaded, that is a totally different thing, but you know, once you're dead, you're dead. i don't think your spirit has feelings of pain or anguish. but what do i know.
oh, and my bf's high school yearbook directory called. apparently i spoke to them awhile ago, and i said he belonged to a few places i did... he found it amusing, thankfully, because i said i was his housekeeper. heh.
what i find amusing is that the place my parents belonged to, the country club people, decided to keep me on their roster despite my lack of resources. so the bf was a member too. my high schools only lists your name or married name if you prefer and your phone number if you wish, and/or address.
and a hermit crab (i think it's a hermit crab) shed his shell, and the other little crabs in the salt tank are fighting over his old shell. it's weird seeing him/it without the shell since they normally shed their old shells and get into new ones usually within about 2 or 3 hours. i never watch the tank that long, i do other things, like, taking my dog out to walk.
i fight (not really) with bf about the fish tanks... i am not a fan of so much algae in them you can't see the fish... now, i mean, some algae is good, as some of the critters eat algae as a primary food source. but there are rocks and other plants, live and plastic, that alee grow on... so those critters can eat from those, the glass of the aquarium do not need a quarter inch of it on all surfaces. so, in the tank he says is mine, i remove most of the algae on the glass with those magnetic algae remover things... and on "his" tank i remove the algae on the front glass and leave it on the other 3 walls.
i have to say the bf is great with trauma or stuff that is considered very upsetting... like when i passed out at the walmart and had a seizure. he says he loves me and i wonder why he does when all i do is cause him to spend more money rather than putting it in his ira, or i cause him annoyance as i am not my normal cheerful self.
and i forgot to eat today. i have to remind myself to do so, because the meds make me sleepy, rather than not hungry, and therefore, i sleep instead of eat. then i wake up at like, 4 am and feel hungry, but am too lazy/drowsy to get up and go fix something.
i recall a long long time ago, when i was like, maybe 14, and taking the NY state EMT class... they teach you about hazmat stuff... so like, growing up in dairy farm country, you would see tankers of milk, instead of petroleum products. if milk gets into the water supply, it causes HUGE problems... so, milk, is considered hazardous cargo.
happy Rosh Hashana everyone... peace, love, health, happiness.
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so my spleen was 3.4ths removed. everybody say ouch.. but i of course have the narcotics and stuff and if i feel worse i go to er for admission. usually they keep a person at least an overnight, but i guess they think i know enough to call for help if i need it. or rather, can spot signs of needing help other than an assisted walk to the ambulette or personal vehicle that transports me. i only have have one long incision and 3 smaller ones less than a half inch each, most about a quarter inch. laparoscopic surgery is the way to go if an option.
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just can't lift anything over 5 lbs for a month? yeah, right, of course, EVERYTHING seems to be 5 lbs or more... i may carry my keys. :P
if my pain and blood counts continue to deteriorate,well, the pain part portion of my annoyance would not deteriorates (i mean increase with that) they will take the rest of it, but they said with the mri and ct scans with contrast that the remaining portion has working areas and food blood flow and "recycle" and that is a definite plus.
so now i can "splain ("spleen") it so even *i* can understand it.