Having my own domain has really opened me up to a lot of possibilities. I’ve thought of tons of things I’d like to do here outside of just my blog. For instance, I’ve got tons of things I’d like to sell off, but I’m limited in what I can do with listing on other sites, so I’m planning on setting up my own listings to point back to, that way I have all the control over the way my items are presented.
I’d have had this set up months ago except that, web design just isn’t my strongest skill. I can do a few things with FrontPage, but it still all looks very unprofessional. Dev3 - Web Design Services opens the door on what I can get done. They’re not limited to just site design; they do custom web apps and databases as well. For my cards, a database is really what I’m looking for. I was surprised to see that they even offer search engine optimization as well!
So today was the first day of classes. We see where I am though. I looked into everything that was open that I could sign up for and had no luck. So today and tomorrow, I’m just checking registration every hour or so, waiting for people to drop classes. Wednesday, I’ll go around and work on getting overrides into some classes if I can. I’ve been able to get back into two classes (Bio/Lab) so that’s 2 down, 3 to go. Keep your fingers crossed for me, please! I’m so sick of getting screwed out of a decent semester just because VSU Financial Aid hates me or something…
I had to go to Best Buy and pick up a new cable splitter. Ours has been crapping out for a while now. Hopefully that’ll be the end of our issues, if not, you can bet Mediacom will be getting some angry phone calls from me!
I rediscovered the joys of the Dollar Tree today! I went in on a whim and discovered some of the better things they sell. Such as the same cheese sticks I buy (same brand and everything) there for $1, while I usually spend almost 4! I spent way too much time browsing the snack too. I couldn’t resist pickup up a bottle of Faygo root beer…do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had Faygo? Way too long.
One thing Pete and I could always talk about was Phantom of the Opera. Our Gifted class read it back in elementary school and we’ve both adored it since. We even went to see the movie together when it opened.
I always told Pete if I became a millionaire, I’d sponsor a production of Phantom and he’d be my Erik/Phantom.
I’ve decided to get a memorial tattoo for Pete. I’m getting the Phantom mask, but I can’t decide on the text. I’m strongly considering, “Angel of Music,” but I want to consider other lines from the production. It’s going to be on my ankle, so it needs to be fairly brief. Any of you familiar with Phantom have any ideas?
I’ve known Pete for most of my life. His mother and mine were once best friends, and as infants, so were we. Our mothers lost touch and so I didn’t meet Pete again until we were around 8 years old. He’s never been a consistently prominent facet in my life, but he’s absolutely always been there.
I took off work Friday to go to the viewing. I went to town on my own so I could go see the babies first…sort of my way of keeping the day from being totally heartbreaking. I got to the funeral home around 6:30, which was when everyone was planning on getting there. No one was there yet, but I went in anyway. I got as far as signing my name and I had to go back out. I couldn’t walk in there alone. Finally a handful showed up and we made our way in. I was okay until I walked into the room, and when I saw him, aside from the absolute sobbing, all I could think of was, “I guess it is him.”
The service on Saturday was, overall, nice. A lot of us had some gripes with the preacher’s section because he really and truly turned it into a conversion service. Pete had faith, but Pete was not religious, nor was he Baptist. It was angering to have this man who didn’t even know Pete, harping on Pete saving our lives by us giving ourselves to Jesus…fortunately, I wasn’t the only one who was so infuriated.
I drove Andy to town Saturday, and he had asked if I’d take him to some places Pete had always said he wanted to take him. We decided on lunch at Danny’s Pizza, and somehow everything snowballed and our group took over Danny’s. There were only two tables not occupied by our group. It was good though. It was good to all be together and laugh.
Andy and Laura were both riding home with me and so we went to Holt’s Bakery as well for one last ‘Pete food stop.’ I believe they were both satisfied with their introduction to Holt’s and will drool with me in the future when we discuss it.
Seeing Pete helped a lot, but it still seems unreal. I’m still half expecting to walk out of the apartment and find him with a glass in one hand and a smoke in the other. The pain is numbing a bit as well. I’m on the road to normalcy.
It’s not something most of us care to think about, but at some point in our lives, most of us will eventually experience the effects of Alzheimer’s. Though more than 5 million Americans have Alzheimer’s, relatively few understand just how severe the disease can be.
Progression of the disease strongly varies from case to case, but can develop to a point where the individual cannot perform such simple tasks as brushing his or her own teeth, or using the restroom alone.
At this point, my grandfather has never been officially diagnosed, but for quite some time now he’s shown symptoms characteristic of not only stage 2, but as severe as stage 6. There’s a lot I haven’t witnessed on my own, but I’ve had conversations with my grandmother about the more serious aspects. He goes to bed quite early these days, and it’s not uncommon for him to accuse her of being unfaithful to him, simply because she’s not going to bed immediately when he does. He’ll lie awake, and even though he can hear her in the living room on the phone, or doing dishes, etc, once she goes to lie down he becomes very hateful and lets wild accusations fly.
While there’s no cure for Alzheimer’s, but there are drug-related, and non-drug-related treatments that can help with cognitive and behavioral symptoms, to make living with Alzheimer’s easier. Best of all, we’ve learned most of what we know about Alzheimer’s in just the last 15 years, so there’s still an ongoing effort, worldwide, to to find even better ways to treat it, delay it, or even prevent it altogether. That’s where we come in!
The Alzheimer’s Association Memory Walk is the nation’s largest event to raise awareness and funds for Alzheimer care, support and research, raising over $225 million since 1989.
These walks are held annually,in hundreds of communities across the nation, at various times throughout the year. There are 21 scheduled walks within the state of Georgia alone. I’m happy to say the one for Valdosta is scheduled for October, so there’s still plenty of time for me to work out all the details for that. Sign up, and sign up early!
The best help you can offer is awareness, and these walks bring much needed awareness, and much needed funding to the cause as well.
I want to do this post true justice, but I just can’t do it tonight and yet I feel the need to do my last bit in getting the word out.
If you read my comments on Friday, you saw that a good friend of mine was in a pretty bad wreck. I’ll detail a little more later, but when all was said and done, he was fine, and he was going to be as good as new soon, it was just going to take time.
But things turned on a dime and Pete passed away in the early morning hours today. Pete touched a lot of lives and there are a lot of people hurting in a big way right now. Pete’s mother Brenda, is getting the worst of this all–within the past 10 years, she’s lost her mother, her husband, and now her only child. So please, send your thoughts/prayers/good vibes/karma, whatever you’ve got to Brenda. I can’t imagine what she’s going through right now, considering what a wreck all of us are. Thank you.
I’m pretty sure that’s an oxymoron….but hangover is definitely the word of the day! Last night was a good friend’s 21st Birthday so I went out with him and some other friends after work to Cj’s for a few drinks then back to their apartment for Super Smash Bros and Guitar Hero…and more alcohol.
It’s been a while since I’ve been able to let loose comfortably. I hadn’t planned on really drinking, but Levi wouldn’t have a Birthday shot alone, so I bought us both one, and a drink for myself ’cause…well why not? lol
We left the bar a lot earlier than I thought we were going to, so I felt a little cheated considering what I had just spent on drinks for a mild buzz! Anyway, we settled in and since I hadn’t eaten since lunch, I decided I either needed a cheeseburger, or more alcohol. The decision was made for me, so Catie rode with me back to my apartment to pick up some Golden Grain and dump my car. (Ryan dropped us back off and picked me up later, when I was done getting my drink on.) The rest is pretty much history.
Lessons learned:
Let someone more sober add the ingredients for your mixed drink or you’ll end up with about twice as much alcohol as intended.
Your sober boyfriend knows what he’s talking about.
Drunken conversations about Mitch Hedberg are tons of fun!
(Disclaimer: I drank in moderation. Today’s hangover is not an indication of drinking too much last night, but of eating too little yesterday. I don’t get hangovers. This is probably only my 3rd ever.)
Now I leave you with Pearl, as she’s been on my mind today. You remember Pearl, right?
What’s wrong with you people? We’ve graciously asked for your help, yet, you’re not quite flocking to help us cure Fab of his sick obsession. I’m fully aware that Colleen has a sweet ass, but Fab’s focus on this has caused irreversible damage on his already frail psyche. Help us stop him from further slipping into his own reality where Colleen’s sweet ass roams free.
Skeet, Cass and I have already done our part. Now, even these sweet animals who’ve probably been attacked or molested by Fab in the past have literally put their asses on the line:
What’s holding you back? He’s slipping further every day and you’re just sitting there, letting it happen. Even worse, you may actually be contributing to it!
Skeet needs our help, and bless her soul, she’s not asking for herself! This is the big one; this is what it’s all been in preparation for. It’s time to cure Mr. Fabulous of his psychosis. It’s time to cure him of his obsession.
But what can you do? Firstly, no matter how much he begs, no matter how many sexual favors he offers, do not give in to his pleas to add the phrase, “Colleen has a sweet ass,” to your blog! Just by mentioning that Colleen has a sweet ass, you’re fueling his obsession and undoing any progress that might’ve been made!
I admit, I was tempted to splatter my blog with hidden messages stating, “Colleen has a sweet ass!” All in hopes to find myself in Fab’s good graces, but we’ve got to take a stand! Just say NO! You remember that from elementary school, right? It still rings true today.
What else can you do? Bring on the proof!!
See Fab? Skeet’s right. An ass is just an ass. Keep repeating.
If we unite in our quest to cure him, maybe one day Fab will be a productive member of society again…just maybe.
This is something I received in an email forward, but it’s really worth reading.
ICE campaign - “In Case of Emergency”
We all carry our mobile phones with names & numbers stored in its memory but nobody, other than ourselves, knows which of these numbers belong to our closest family or friends. If we were to be involved in an accident or were taken ill, the people attending us would have our mobile phone but wouldn’t know who to call. Yes, there are hundreds of numbers stored but which one is the contact person in case of an emergency? Hence this ” ICE” (In Case of Emergency) Campaign The concept of “ICE” is catching on quickly. It is a method of contact during emergency situations. As cell phones are carried by the majority of the population, all you need to do is store the number of a contact person or persons who should be contacted during emergency under the name “ICE” ( In Case Of Emergency). The idea was thought up by a paramedic who found that when he went to the scenes of accidents, there were always mobile phones with patients, but they didn’t know which number to call. He therefore thought that it would be a good idea if there was a nationally recognized name for this purpose. In an emergency situation, Emergency Service personnel and hospital Staff would be able to quickly contact the right person by simply dialing the number you have stored as “ICE”. Please forward this. It won’t take too many “forwards” before everybody will know about this . It really could save your life, or put a loved one’s mind at rest . For more than one contact name simply enter ICE1, ICE2 and ICE3 etc. Be sure it’s in your kid’s cell phones also….. A great idea that will make a difference!
Please pass it on. I know sometimes things like this seem a little ridiculous when they first start out, but the success really depends on people passing it on. Ryan has a 4 hour round trip every day, always coming home well after dark and there’s always at least a little bit of background worry on my end (especially since he doesn’t seem to know how to operate a phone ) and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened and I didn’t know until it was too late. So just store those ICE numbers. I hope you never have to use it.
) and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened and I didn’t know until it was too late. So just store those ICE numbers. I hope you never have to use it.
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