Wednesday, June 29, 2005
I haven't posted since Friday. I have blogblock.

I'm cranky, tired, stressed, and bored. As I suggested earlier to myself, I'm taking next week off from work. I really need a break.

My son is doing fine so far on the medication. I think it may be helping him already. He hates it when I ask him. "quit asking me" (whatever, *eyeroll*). I encouraged him to start his journal again and he's been writing songs. I'm so proud of him, he is an awesome writer.

Here's a salute to one of my favorite bloggers TMC who has decided to quit his blog. I'll miss ya TMC.

Friday, June 24, 2005
Let's Get it Started In Here
  • Is there a picnic today at work or NOT. Just tell me because I'm sick of guessing. There're posters everywhere saying there is a picnic today at work, but rumor has it that it's cancelled. Damn it, IS THERE A PICNIC OR NOT PEOPLE? Not going anyway, but I HAVE to know.
  • In my business EVERYONE uses email, right? Wrong. You get the old farts that just are sooo reluctant to use email. It's as easy as mixing Metamucil you geriatric freak. (Inappropriate comment I know. I love older people, don't get me wrong and don't give me any crap.)
  • Is it TOO much to ask that when you send in testing, that you include a copy of the quote or SOMETHING, some kind of paperwork, is it? Huh?

Thursday, June 23, 2005
Is it Thursday already?
Wednesdays should be called hell days. I was out of commission due to a frickin migrane. I woke up Tuesday night with unbearable pain in the right quadrant of my brain along with intense nausea. I was sweating like like a pig and then my son called at 1:38 a.m. to tell me that his friend had run away (he's 14). He tried to follow him, but was unsuccessful. He thought I would be mad that he was out walking around after dark. (Which I would've been, mind you). I told him he did the right thing and that if his friend called, to call his parents. The cops eventually found his friend but not before I received a call at 2:30 a.m. from them asking if I knew anything.

Needless to say, it wasn't a pleasant night nor morning. Called-off and didn't wake up till 1:00 p.m.

Ahhh, feeling much better today, but I think I need a vacation.

Monday, June 20, 2005
The Joker
One of my co-workers and I have this on-again, off-again practical joke competitions going on. Last fall, I taped bubble wrap to the front tires of his car and when he took off, it sounded like gunfire. It was soooo freakin hilarious. Then I superglued his cup to his desk. He in turn put goo under the handle on my car.

Well Friday, he took the ball out of my mouse (that sounds weird), and today he unplugged my mouse from the hard drive (again weird).

Anyone have any suggestions for my revenge?

Wednesday, June 15, 2005
I Could Be The Next Einstein
When I was a kid, my dad would fix things or think of ways to make something work out of regular household items and he passed this little gift onto me.

Here's a couple of things I've done or "invented". I could be rich, ya never know.

I made my bra into a racerback with one of the straps from those bras where the straps are detachable. I hate it when my bra shows, hate it, so one day I took the strap and looped it around the back of my regular bra straps and hooked it together with the metal hook of the strap. WaaaaLaaa instant racerback. You do have to let out the straps of your regular bra though.

Here's another thing I came up with out of doing something stupid. We have a mulching mower and it kept getting bogged down in the high grass areas, so I detached the spring from the mower cover on the side so that the grass could spit out side instead of staying inside of the mower. Well that was a very stupid idea because not only did it come out the side, but it sprayed whoever was mowing with all the grass. Dumb, dumb, deeedumb. Anyway, I couldn't get the damn spring back on. It would've taken the jolly green giant to get that damn thing back on there it was so strong. So I took two of those giant binder clips and clipped the cover back down. Haaa Haaa it worked!

What things have you come up with?

Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I am not going to post about Michael Jackson
I am not going to post about Michael Jackson
I am not going to post about Michael Jackson
I am not going to post about Michael Jackson
I am not going to post about Michael Jackson

And that's that.

Monday, June 13, 2005
Hellish Hot Weekend
I swear to God it's Alabama hot here people. Hat's off to Swamp Mom for livin in SE Louisana. I swear I was about to scream bloody murder it was so damn hot this weekend.

Ran my oldest son around on Sunday dropping off applications for employment and OF COURSE my a/c doesn't work in the Jeep I JUST FREAKING BOUGHT IN FEBRUARY. (It's used). Got home and my whole entire backside from the top of my head down to my toes was completely soaked with sweat. Now, if you know me, I hate sweating. I sweat like a DUDE, seriously. I think I was supposed to be a boy. I have four brothers, three older, one younger, see what I mean?

As for the younger son, so far so good on the meds. The doc gave him Flexapro and he said it hasn't made him feel worse or suicidal. So that makes me happy. I'm happy I'm not sweating and my son is good for now. What else is there?

Friday, June 10, 2005
Super Cool

What a handsome guy. He has such great angles to his face. Posted by Hello

What a great smile!

8th grade Graduation. This is a rare picture with a smile. Look at the beautiful windows. Posted by Hello

Thursday, June 09, 2005
Here we go!
Ok, I'm off to pick up the medication for my son. He prescribed Flexapro. He said my son will probably not notice a difference for 4-6 weeks. Still, these first two weeks are critical as I have discussed before.

Fasten your seat belts, we're in for a bumpy ride.

Monday, June 06, 2005
The Future is Now
My 14 yr old is graduating from 8th grade today. They have a big gradutation ceremony tonight, so I hope to get some good material from that. He will now move into the big high school arena. Yikes, I hope adjusts as well as his brother did. The kid seemed to bloom before my very eyes when he started high school.

See you tomorrow.

Friday, June 03, 2005
Linda Blair has nothing on me
My head is spinning, spinning, spinning. 24 hrs of mind boggling, headache inducing, crap.
I started writing the story and it was just plain boring, so I deleted it. Ha Ha. Moving on:

Weird thoughts in my head today:
- I love Fireman. Not sex love, respect love. (Where'd that come from?)
- Tire construction is interesting. Really?
- I think I might need the dr's help too. (Either that or a massage.)
- Is this post really postable and is that a word? (whatever)

Think I'll have some Bud Light tonight, yeah Bud Light and chicken wings.

Thursday, June 02, 2005
Am I Weird or What?
Damn it, I just cut my pinky finger on a piece of tire cord and it's hard to type with a bandaid on. I work at an independent testing laboratory and I was inspecting a sample.

Moving onto the real post. Am I weird? When I go places, I like to watch people work, no not a titty bar or bordello for God's sake. Like restaurants, grocery stores, bars, etc. I was picking out some meat at the grocery and stood there watching the butcher cut a piece of pork into steaks. I couldn't stop. At bars, I sit and watch the bartender clean glasses, pour drinks, get food and interact with coworkers. See what I mean, is that weird? I think it's weird, but I was wondering if anyone else does that.

I'm either weird or I NEED to get a life.

See update below if you are following our story.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Teenagers are Scary - True Life
I will be updating our story on this post if you're interested. The beginning starts at the bottom.

UPDATE 6/4/2005
- We had our fourth appointment today with the doctor and she talked with him for about 45 min and then I went back. Last appt he said he had not cut himself and so between then and now, he has.

She recommended that I call his GP and start him on an antidepressant. Doesn't that scare the shit out of you. Have you heard how many teens commit suicide AFTER starting medication. On the way home as I was driving I was thinking that he's sitting here with me right now and I love him so much, but what about in two weeks, will it all be different. When tragedy strikes, do you ever remember the moments right before when everything seemed so normal or as normal as life can be with teenagers.

Thank goodness we have no guns in the house and nothing to overdose on. The book I'm reading mentioned that everything they could possibly use must be removed from the house, because if they have to do something that may really really hurt, then they stop and think. He told the doctor that he doesn't see a purpose in life and I wanted to blurt out that the purpose of life is LOVE. That's all. Not a high paying job, not the best looking spouse, not a trip to Hawaii, but love. Love as many people as you can and your life will be very blessed. I didn't of course because depression is a chemical imbalance and until they get his chemicals balanced, he is suffering, I mean this child is in some pain. I'm not the type of person who says that things won't happen to me so you can believe I'll be watching his butt like a hawk!

We go to his GP next Wed, so I'll be doing some research on adolescent antidepressants, you can be sure of that shit.

The beginning:
About a month ago, my 14 yr old son came to me and D and said that he thinks he may be bipolar. Now some of you know my history and that my ex-husband was bp and that I had several bouts of depression that required medication, so this was not a surprise to me when he approached us with this news. We had educated the kids about the signs of depression and bp early on in the hopes that if they got depressed or manic, they would recognize the fact.

I had not seen any signs of manic from him, so I figured he was depressed. I really hadn't seen signs of depression with him either. No sleeping all the time, withdrawing, dropping grades or anything that would indicate he was having a difficult time. He's a very introverted child that keeps thing in however. His brother sat me down about three days later and told me that S was cutting himself. Yes, cutting. I kept my cool and was glad that I had made an appointment for him. I loved that his brother (15 yrs old) is his confidante. Apparently this cutting thing is becoming an epidemic amongst teens.

So off we went to the psychologist. I mean if a 14 yr old says he needs help, then you do it. I thought it was very mature of him. We've had three appointments so far. After the second one, he said he wasn't going back, but his dad convinced him that it was best if he did. I don't think he understood that therapy is a process and that he wasn't going to go to one appointment and whamo, I'm better.

The psychologist seems to think he may have high anxiety. She wants to see him a couple of more times before she decides ultimately.

As a parent all types of things run through your head when it comes to depression. Suicide, drug addiction, risky behavior, medication side effects, etc. So I'm keeping a closer eye on him and his whereabouts, but the stress is high.

Anywhoo, that's why I picked up that book about teenagers and it's really giving me some insight on parenting teens, which I might add is HELL. I'll take a two year old anyday!

Meme Bandwagon
I've been tagged by Vixen, so I'm jumping on the Meme Bandwagon.

1. Total number of books I've owned:
I'm a bookaholic and have had to purge over the years. My girl and I just spent two hours or more last weekend in book stores. I'd put my total well over a thousand.

2. The last book I bought:
Hummm bought several at a time. The Purpose Driven Life, My Teenager is Crazy, and several books on Buddhism.

3. The Last Book I read:
I'm currently reading My teenager is Crazy. I'll go on book binges where I read, read, read and then nothing for months. Before this one I read the Left Behind series in 9 days.

4. Five books that mean something to me:

1. Goodnight Moon (all time fav kids book)
2. Left Behind Series
3. By Author: James Patterson
4. Patricia Cornwell
5. Anything with murder and forensic science.

I read everything I can get my hands on. Newspapers, magazines, books, the backs of toothpaste, shampoo, pamphlets in the mail. I crave information, that is why I'm now a blogaholic.

I'd tag some people, but they either don't know I exisit or would say "fuck that".