Ok, here's the deal

I can't see nuttin in my outlook express. The emails are there but the preview is blank as well as the email itself when I open it. This sucks.

I downloaded the email program that Wanda suggested but through it can only get text messages, no attachments. I'll all up in attachments cause I surely do love those photos and cartoons from friends. This sucks.

I can't reinstall IE6 the way I'd prefer cause it won't install over the same version (does that sentence make a lick of sense?)

Soooooooooo......what I've decided to try, and mind you this is a long drawn out ordeal from a 56k modem (which on good days gets a 26k connection), is install Netscape 7.1 (as I'm doing as I type this), then uninstall any and all IE6 programs from my machine, then do a new installation of IE6. Outlook express comes in the IE6 download and I since I can't find a place to just install outlook express, this seems like the only thing to do at this point.

This should take most of the day I think.

Oh, and did I mention that Zach has ball practice over in north Helena at 2? (I'll have to leave here at 1:30 to get there on time).

Not feeling too perky.

Stuffy, coughing, droopy, watery, itchy eyes.
Feel like I've been rode hard and put up wet.

In a pissy mood

My Outlook Express email is not working on my home computer. Who knows what the hell I did while trying to get rid of an overwhelming blast of pop-ups, but I did something. My next trick will be to reinstall IE6 all over again on my puter. This does not make for a happy lady here folks.

Another life lesson learned

Make every word count. Say what you need to with as few words as possible.

And carry a big stick.

Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?

Here's an update for you.....
Nowadays 80% of women are against marriage.

Why?

Because women realize its not worth buying an entire Pig,....
Just to get a little sausage.

Are these sweeties or what?

Abie and Alexis (Chickie)


Zach, MeriKate, Krysten, Abie, and Jessie (from next door)

I'm behind on my reading again.

Ya'll be patient with me. It's raining, which means hubby not able to get in the fields and he's home and a perpetual pain in my ass!!

Warning: My dengenerate mind at work

Bubba and Jimmy


One day, Jimmy Joe was walking down Main Street when he saw his buddy Bubba driving a brand new pickup. Bubba pulled up to him with a wide grin.


"Bubba, where'd you get that truck?!?"



"Bobby Sue gave it to me" Bubba replied.



"She gave it to you? I knew she was kinda sweet on ya, but a new truck?"



"Well, Jimmy Joe, let me tell you what happened.

We were driving out on County Road 6, in the middle of nowhere.
Bobby Sue pulled off the road, put the truck in 4-wheel drive,
and headed into the woods. She parked the truck, got out,
threw off all her clothes and said,

'Bubba, take whatever you want'.


So I took the truck!"

Another sign of Spring.

As though all the green showing up wasn't enough, here's the sweet. little momma dove that nests in our cedar tree.

Easter Eve

As I raised my head from my drool dribbled pillow this morning and looked at the clock my first thought was HOLY SHIT!!! My turkey's still frozen and I'm screwed! I dragged my old, lazy butt outta that bed and into the kitchen for a hit of coffee to get my eyes open before I started thinking about how I was going to get that bird unstiffened in time to have dinner at a reasonable time.

I eventually decided to zap him, pressure cook him, then bake him in the oven with my famous cornbread dressing. Dinner was not done by 12, but we did have a pretty good spread by around 1:30 so all was not lost.

Jerri and Jami hid the easter eggs (they decided to hide plastic ones to save on laundry stain remover from the dyed ones), the little ones scooted out and found them in the rain drenched grass and flowers, and everyone finally got away from here a little while ago.

It's been a long day folks. Hope everyone had a happy Easter!!

I appreciate my visitors.

I appreciate each and every time you take the time to come by and visit me to read my ramblings and leave me a comment about what you think. I feel honored that you trust me with your thoughts and feelings about different subjects that may pop into this ditzy head of mine.

When I discovered that Mr. Big Dick had decided to ban my comments to his blog I was mighty hurt. Hell, everyone wants to be liked and I'm no different. I'm one of those folks that feels guilty for any wrong that is done, even if I didn't do the wrong cause it's just possible that something I said or something I did that I didn't know was wrong was,,,well,,,wrong.

I made the decision shortly after the first wave of hurt feelings to put this stuff behind me. So what if I am no longer a part of his comment harem? I can still visit his site if I'm in one of those moods when a hit of selfrightious hate is what I think I need to get through the day, right? I can also be thankful that nothing has happened in my life that was bad enough that I had to think that it would make me feel better about myself to deliberately hurt someone else by what I did or said. I hope that I wouldn't be able to live with myself at that point.

I sincerely hope that no other reader of Dick decides to comment with a different opinion cause banishment is a very sad feeling indeed.

I'm hurt, bewildered, and upset.

I've been banned and blocked and deleted from Big Dick's Place because I agreed with him that I'm a fucking idiotic moron who was dropped on her head for not having the same opinion as he does.

I'm hurt because I feel I've lost a good friend and have been judged, found guilty, and sentenced because of my opinions.

I will not be deleting the link to his site on my page because I really think he writes a fine blog even if I don't always agree with him.

Another long afternoon

We spent most of the afternoon with the psychologist that Doc Bell sent Zach to. I was really impressed with this lady and in the way she dealt with Zach. Her evaluation was very through and I felt good that she immediately recognized his distress at being there . She carried out her exam by letting him play with toys in her office as she observed his reactions to questions that she had for him and me. She feels certain that he's suffering from Post Traumatic Stress and told us that since it's so soon after the trauma of the accident he'll quickly overcome this with a little help.

On Monday he has an appointment to see the phychiatrist for another exam and she told us to expect the possibility of a prescription to help him rest better at night. Right now he's waking up several times a night crying and whimpering and a couple of times he's walked in his sleep during these night terrors. I know that he's not getting enough sleep because he's acting out way more than normal and is so grumpy by mid-afternoon that I'm ready to hang him from a pole so that I can get a break.

Anyway, things are going to be fine!

AND our MeriKate was playing within a few hours of her little surgery yesterday so all is going to be fine. I can just feel it!
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Tomorrow we're going to paint and dye Easter eggs. I think this Nanny is going to uncork that bottle of muscadine wine chilling in the fridge too so those eggs may be very colorful indeed!!

Happy Easter!!!!!

I am a woman of great and varied and mostly useless knowledge.

It was the worst round of golf that he'd ever played. All he hit was two good balls,

And that was because he stepped on a rake!

I'm so tired

I don't think I could even dodge a bullet at the moment.

MeriKate's surgery turned out very well and they arrived home around 1:30 this afternoon. They took her in at 5:30 this morning so at least she didn't have to stay over there all day today. Now we just wait for the nerves and muscle to heal so they can reverse what they did today.
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The girls weren't too bad at the office today but I kept having to remind them that the office chairs weren't a new carnival ride and promise them Wacky Paks from Sonic to get them to behave. I managed to get 3 federal and 3 state tax returns done whilst babysitting.
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I'm going to have to make sure I go over every item of Zach's homework from now on. I had to edit his homework last night. He was mad at me because I wouldn't let him go outside to play yesterday until his homework was finished so he paid me back when he wrote his 5 reading word sentences. I do believe he'd have been banished from first grade had the teacher read his sentences which included the words "tits" and "butt". I sure am glad I checked over his homework before I sent him to school with it.
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I'm off to the office this morning

with Krysten and Abie in tow. I'll only been working this morning cause Zach gets out of school early too. I'll be back later this afternoon if the guys in the white coats don't get me first.

Danielle Eliza Hubertina Soons Reyner

You can understand why we shortened her name to Soony (with her permission) within the first few days of her arrival.

In the spring of 1989 we were asked by the music professor at the local community college if we'd consider being a host to a foreign exchange student for the following school year. After much discussion, we decided that we would. I had worries about it at first due to it being our oldest daughter's senior year in high school. I didn't want her to feel that she'd be tied down by having to entertain someone during one of the most important years of her life. I need not have worried about this because Trish took things in stride and made sure that they both had a good year.

Soony fit in and became a part of our family from the very first day. We'd spent a lot of time with our coordinator and other families going over such things as culture shock and language problems, but Soony seem to skip right through all of that. I can remember only one time when she came home from school crying because she felt she really didn't understand what the English teacher expected of them. She wasn't satisfied with getting by, even though that year of school didn't count for anything for her in her country. I helped her for a week or two and that was all that she needed to go on with it.

When time for graduation rolled around, her parents came over from Holland and spent two weeks with us and her aunt and uncle who'd immigrated to the US many years prior also came for a few days. It was fantastic being able to meet her family since many of the host families don't.

In August, 1995 James and I went to Holland to visit for 16 days. We went somewhere different every day we were there and since the German and Belgium borders were very close we also spent some time in those countries.

Danielle has been back to visit 3 times since she lived with us that 10 months 14 yrs ago and during her last visit (which was a total surprise to me) I promised her that when she decided to marry I'd be there for the wedding.

Now I have to keep my promise. I must apply for a new birth certificate and passport since mine were lost in the fire but I think she's given me plenty of notice and lots of time to think of a really great wedding gift.


A windmill outside of Stein, near Maastricht.


Belgium

I won't claim to be right.

But I will claim my right to my opinion.

Shock



and Awe

Wouldn't it be great to be this happy with life?

We can't forget the children

The fight against terrorism may be a necessary evil but who among us will forget the children? If we do anything over in Iraq, I hope it's soon enough to allow these children to be able to have plenty to eat, a decent place to live, and peace of mind so that they can be children in every sense.

They've never known freedom. Will they now?