Longest week ever

This last week has been the longest one ever for me. I've spent the past week helping my mother move from a big house she's lived in for the past 15 years, into a little 2 bedroom trailer. I told her she needed to downsize before we started moving her, but she didn't get rid of near enough stuff.

I took it upon myself to move most of the big stuff for her, and now I'm paying for it. Guess what! I'm not as young as I used to be. I found out that I've got muscles that I haven't used for a long time, and I hurt bad. I lifted a desk, a big overstuffed rocking chair, several kitchen chairs, and even several dressers. I feel like I got hit by a mack truck.

My sister has been living with my mom for the past few months, trying to help her out with bills and that kind of thing. So, not only did I have to move my mom's stuff, but my sister's as well. I had no idea one person could stash so much crap into one little bedroom. Nor did I know that my little pick up could carry so much stuff. I think the box of my truck is slightly wider than it used to be.

But, we finally got them both moved into their new house. It makes me feel a little better as she's a little closer to me now, and with my sister there, I don't have to worry about her being all alone. But I swear that if she decides to move again, I'm renting a U-Haul.

Toilet Girl's Boyfriend Arrested

I am so shocked about this next load of crap. Ok, the end of last month, authorities in Kansas found a woman who had been sitting on the toilet of her boyfriend's house for 2 years. She'd been there for so long, that her skin had began to grow around the toilet seat.

Well, because her boyfriend had waited so long to call the authorities, he was charged with a misdemeanor, citing endangerment to a dependant adult. And that's where the story ended, or so everyone had thought. Well, not so fast.

It seems the boyfriend was once again arrested this past Sunday. According to court documents, the boyfriend was arrested, not for endangerment to the girlfriend, but for exposing himself to his neighbor's teenaged daughter. OMG

So, while the entire world wonders what was going through the mind of the woman who sat on the toilet for 2 years was thinking, shouldn't someone ask about the boyfriend? I think he needs more help than the girlfriend.

Almost Thanksgiving

Well, tomorrow is the big day. Turkey, stuffing, and the whole nine yards. And who's cooking it all? Me. Just me. Why do I do this to myself?????

It's not even Thanksgiving yet, and already I've made a batch of homemade bread dough that became dinner rolls and cinnamon rolls. Then I made 2 pecan pies and a cherry pie. Ironically, I'm not real partial to pie. LOL

Tomorrow morning, I'll get up early so I can properly wrestle with a dead bird that's bigger than I am, hold him down in the sink so he can get a final bath, then slather him up in cooking oil. Whoo hoo, don't that sound fun? Then I'm going to shove him into a plastic bag and lock him in the oven for the rest of the day. LOL

From there, I'll get out a big knife and cut up a bunch of helpless vegetables. I'll arrange their poor bodies onto a plate in an intricate pattern of squishy to crunchy. Then it's on to the industrial strength can opener so the beans and the corn can be freed from their tin tombs, only to be drowned in mushroom soup and boiled over an open flame.

I'll skin a couple pounds of potatoes, chop them up, and dump them in a pot of water that will eventually boil so hard that the burner will hiss with steam. The aromas from the kitchen will bring in stragglers who can be sent fleeing with the words, "I could use some help".

Once the bird is sufficiently toasted, I'll try to pour some of the drippings into a pan in order to make gravy. I'll end up pouring more on me than in the pan, and I'll use some colorful language to proclaim the situation.

I'll whisk the gravy like a mad woman, cursing every lump that finds its way to the top. I'll slap someone's hands for getting into the food before everything's ready, and I'll notice I missed several lumps in my gravy.

Finally, I'll get out the good china, set everything out on the table, and call my family in for dinner. I'll watch their faces light up with the sight of such an incredible meal, and beam as they mention how good it all smells.

We'll take hands and thank God for allowing us to have such a bountiful meal and for all that's He's given us. Then, I'll sit back and watch my loving family turn into a bunch of vultures and pray that I don't get hit with a spoon full of food before I can eat.

Nebraska Athletic Director Gets Sacked

Oh boys and girls, I've got some funny, yet useless, information to pass along. For anyone who's read my blog over the past few months, will know that I'm a die-hard Nebraska Cornhusker fan. However, over the last few weeks, that's not something to brag about.

It seems that due to the losses the team has taken over the past few weeks, and the fact that many of the school's biggest financial backers are walking away, the school's athletic director, Steve Pederson, has been fired. Not asked to step down, not given the chance to resign, just plain out fired.

Steve Pederson isn't a well liked man in this state. First of all, when in Nebraska, don't mess with our kids, don't mess with our tractors, and don't mess with our football team. We'll cheer for all different teams in the pros, but there is only one college team to root for in this state. Steve Pederson messed with our team.

First of all, he fired the former coach, Frank Solich. This coach had 9-3 season going, but was fired because Pederson didn't like where the coach was going with the team. He brought in Bill Callahan, who was fired from Oakland Raiders. Since then, we fans have watched our team fall further and further behind in the rankings and the scores.

This year, however, we started the season out with a bang, winning the first game 52-10. Cool! From there, it was just an embarrassment. We were barely beating teams that nobody had ever heard of before, and bigger schools were just stomping the team into the dirt. 2 weeks ago, they played against Missouri and got beat like a kitchen rug.

This last week was a home game against Oklahoma State. The team's former head coach, Tom Osborne was at the game. He led the Cornhuskers in back-to-back National Championships in 94 and 95, then again in 97. Also at the game was the entire 1997 team. We lost 45-14, the worst loss at home since 1958. It was also the first time in the school's 118 year history that they allowed 4 opposing teams to earn 40 or more points in a single season.

As of right now, Bill Callahan's job is still intact. There are a lot of fans who are calling for his firing as well, but the school has decided to let the new athletic director make that decision. Ironically, he also just signed a new 5-year contract with the team, but that may not matter in the coming weeks.

I'm very interested to see how the season is going to end up now. I'm sure there is more than one nervous person wandering the halls of the University of Nebraska in Lincoln.

When did the 80's become the oldies

I felt like an old woman today, or should I say yesterday. My daughter came home and said that they were having oldies dress up day at school today and she was going to need my help. Hey, no sweat.

Then she told me that she wanted to dress like they did when I was a kid. When did the 80's become the oldies? I was in high school during the mid 80's, and most of the clothes I wear today are still the same things I wore back then. T-shirts and jeans. What's so oldies about that??

Well, I helped her look as "80's" as I could. She did the whole Madonna look, minus the black lace tutu. I stood there and looked at my daughter and thought to myself, "Holy crap, she looks like me 25 years ago". That's when I knew I was officially old.

I now know how my mother felt when I dressed up for oldies day. I did the whole 60's look, and thought I was the biggest geek ever for wearing those clothes. Yes, I called her tonight and apologized. A lot!!!!

Garry Conn takes on Joel Comm

I was cruising through my RSS feeder, checking out the latest tidbits of information that I rely upon each day, when I ran across the latest post by my buddy, Garry Conn. It seems that someone has gotten a burr under Garry's saddle.

The article talks about Joel Comm, a self-proclaimed Internet guru, and his failure with an Internet Reality Show called The Next Internet Millionaire. I never personally saw anything about this show, nor have I ever really paid much attention to this person or anyone that produces those fancy splash pages that try and sell you online books or programs that will make you rich beyond your wildest dreams.

The article itself is interesting in the fact that it leaves you wanting to hear more of the story. I can't say that I agree or disagree with Garry, as I really don't have anything to base my judgement upon. I've heard of Joel Comm, but that's about as far as that goes.

It nevers ceases to amaze me as to what Garry will come up with next. One minute he's creating a new design for another blog, and the next minute he's discussing the tactics of an Internet entrepeneur. What will he come up with next?

The Wonders of September

Aww, September. I so love this month. The changing of the leaves from green to red and gold, the coolness of the air as the temperature scales down, and the feeling that my face is going to explode at any given moment.

Yes, boys and girls, it's allergy season. I thought I was going to get out of it pretty easy this year, as everyone else around me had already began their trek through the decongestant aisles of the various stores. That was until I got out of bed this morning.

My head feels like it's about twice the size it should be, and that someone snuck in during the night and shoved my face full of cotton. I swear, if someone were to touch my face with a needle, it would pop.

Sadly, I go through this twice a year. Each spring when everything is starting to pollenate, and every fall when everything goes to seed. It's harvest season around here, so there are all kinds of lovely things floating through the air, and I'm allergic to most of it. LOL

There is an upside to all this though. With the onset of my allergies kicking in, I know that it won't be long and we'll have our first freeze of the season, and all the flies will be gone. Hey, if you can't find a good point to something, you're really not trying very hard. LOL

So, for the next few weeks, if my posts seem a little stranger than normal, just chalk it up to heavy medications. LOL

The Huskers get Shucked

My Nebraska Cornhuskers got shucked last night. That had to be the longest football game I've ever had to endure. The final score was 49 (USC) to 31 (Huskers). I was happy to see that we actually made 31 points as it was beginning to look like we were going to get a severe spanking before it was over.

The only upside to this is that USC is ranked #1 in the nation and we weren't expected to win, or even get close. However, it sure would have been nice to have beaten this team. My nephew who's in the military is going to rub this in my face for days. He's a die-hard Texas fan, and any time Nebraska gets beat, he's sure to let me know. LOL

The worst part of the whole this is that I decided to watch the game instead of the Highlander movie. What a mistake that was. I should have just watched the movie and drooled all over Adrian Paul. Oh well, knowing Sci-Fi, they'll be showing it again before too long. I hope so anyway. LOL

Well, I'd better go and dump my football depression into some housework. With any luck, this will be the only defeat we'll have to deal with for the season. If we can win the rest of our games, we'll still have a shot at a bowl game at the end of the year.

Spammers need not apply

I just deleted yet another "spam" comment here at Redhead Rants. You know, I really don't understand why people think they can get away with doing that. As soon as comment is left, I get an email letting me know that it's there, so I can come check it out.

So here's the deal. If anyone wants to leave a comment and say, "Hey I just wrote a cool post about my genius kid, and I'd like to have you all come check it out", that's cool. I'll leave it for the world to see.

However, if you leave a comment talking about your latest nudie site, it's a goner. I want this blog to be family and kid friendly. I'm not a perfect person by any means, but I will NOT stand for someone trying to promote their porno site here. If you want to talk about your kids, siblings, grandma, or just how your day went, far out. But if you think I'm going to stand by and let you post disgusting subject material on my blog, you better think again.

Yes, this a rant, but I think I have the right. This is my blog, and I would like to keep it as a place where my cyber-buddies can stop by and have some fun. I'm not a big fan of moderating comments, but if this continues, I will make it so. It isn't fair to my regular readers, but I won't subject them to questionable material.

Ok, I feel better, guess I'd better get some real work done now. Thanks for reading and have a nice day.

Another wrestler down for the count

Another professional wrestler has died. 43 yr. old Brian "Crush" Adams was found by his wife in his bed not breathing. When paramedics arrived on the scene, he was pronounced doa. At this time, the cause of death is not known.

This really bothers me as it's beginning to look as though these people are dropping like flies. I used to watch professional wrestling all the time. First when I was a kid and wrestlers like Dusty Rhodes were larger than life. Then, after I met my hubby, I started watching it again, as he was an avid wrestling fan. That's back in the day when Stone Cold Steve Austin was known as Stunning Steve Austin.

At this time, it doesn't sound like there was any foul play with the gentleman's death, but they really don't know what caused his death. Apparently, Mr. Adams left the wrestling world in 2003 due to a spinal injury, but was he still using steroids? Who knows. It could be just about anything at this point. As soon as new developments come up, I'll be sure to let you know.

My daily happy post

I know I should be "selling" cars, but I'm taking a break to post my "happy" things for the day.

Ok, where do I start? Let's see. I learned something today. I've always heard that you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but I really did learn something today. While researching the specs on a lot of the European cars on my list, I realized that they don't use the terms "horsepower" or "foot pounds", no, for their cars, they rate the engine's power in kilowatts and rate the torque in Newtons. I had absolutely NO idea what the heck that was, so I did some extra research and guess what. I now know how to convert newtons into foot pounds and I know how to convert kilowatts into horsepower.

Now I know that most of you out there probably already know how to do this, and I'm one of the few in the world that didn't grasp all this in high school, here's how it's done.
Take the kW number and multiply it by 1.34 and that gives you your horsepower
(kW# x 1.34=hp)
For newton you figure your Nm number and multiply it by 0.7376 and that will give you your foot pounds of pressure.
(Nm# x 0.7376=ft. lbs.)
I also learned how to convert kilometers into miles. Simply take the km number and divide it by 1.609, and you'll have your distance in miles.
(Km# / 1.609=miles)
If my math teacher in high school had made it this easy, I wouldn't have taken 8th grade twice. LOL

Ok, on to something more entertaining. I have a bad habit of checking my google ranking on a nightly basis. I enjoy torturing myself. LOL. Anyway, since the last update, my other blog had a ranking of 1 out of 10. That was until last night. I checked it again, and it showed that I now have a 0. I totally freaked. I was so upset that I nearly threw a hammer through my monitor. Of course, I didn't, but I was really pissed about it. Well, today, thanks to Brown Baron, I went over to the "iWebTool" site and typed in the address and it showed that my site is still listed at 1 out of 10, and better yet, it predicts that I'll have a PR of 4 on the next update. I'm not going to hold my breath, but I was happy to see that my site didn't backslide and Google didn't blackball me for some reason. Whew!!!

Ok, that's my happy list for the day. I need to get some more articles posted for Garry, but I'm taking it kind of easy today.

Panic

As you've seen in the past, I like to write poetry. Unlike many people in the world today, I still love rhyming poetry. When I first started trying to sell my poetry to online sites, I quickly found out that it was seen as "amateur-ish" and "proof of limited knowledge".

I tried for a long time to acquire the knack for writing poetry that flowed without rhyming. I only wrote one that I felt was actually worth publishing. This is that poem, and I call it "Panic".


A panic rose within my mind, a feverish pitch of fear and rage.

I tried desperately to quiet the unending thoughts of horror that
raced around in blur of atrocities.

The gnawing in my soul warned that all would be lost with no
hope to regain the pleasures of the here and now.

Then a momentary glimmer of faith emerged from the fading mist
of a sidestepped reality.

Quickly, I forced my way through stacks of books thrown from the
shelves in frantic haste and piles of strewn laundry to victoriously
announce that I had found the remote.


Of course, I eventually decided to say bite me and went back to my comfort zone.

Say a prayer for me

Now, don't get to freaked out. I'm not injured, my mother's not sick, and my children are in their respective rooms. No, I need prayers for a whole different reason. I'm getting ready to go to Boy Scout camp. Seven fun filled days with several hundred teen-aged boys who are allowed to play with fire and sharp instruments. AAAARRRRGGGGG!!!

Keep in mind, I'm not the only female scout leader at camp. There are actually quite a few of us. Many of these women are very good at what they do and I bow down to their abilities.

I usually have as much fun as the boys, and have learned a lot of things about life, and about myself. My favorite part of camp is when I first get there and meet a large, male scout master for the first time. I'm smaller than most of the kids there, and don't look as though I could whip my way out of a wet paper bag. However, by the time camp's over, those same men and shaking my hand and patting me on the back. It's awesome.

I'm not the kind of person who sits by the sidelines and watches what's going on around me. No, I'm the kind of person who gets out there and dives in with both feet, not worrying about what will happen. A couple years back, I brought home some lovely parting gifts. I had bruises on both arms and one of my legs and they were the prettiest shades of eewww.

Just pray that I don't trip over my own two feet and break my arm. Pray that I don't end up at camp and realize that I've forgotten something we really needed. Pray that the weather cooporates with us this year. And finally, pray that counselors survive my little troop of wayward children again this year.

It's going to be a long week.

Who's to blame???

This will be my first official rant and I'm both pissed and confused at the same time. I heard something today that I just couldn't believe. I was cruising through the news channels when I came across Nancy Grace's show and her topic pissed me off.

Apparently, last month in Los Angeles, CA, a woman was taken to the hospital and ended up dying because nobody would do anything for her. This woman had been to the hospital earlier in the week and was sent home. On the day in question, she showed up complaining of abdominal pain.

Apparently, once inside the ER, she fell out of the wheel chair onto the floor and curled up into the fetus position. She then began vomiting blood and the nurses did nothing to help her. They did, however, send a janitor in to clean up the mess. There is a video of the janitor cleaning up the blood, while this woman was still lying on the floor.

The woman's husband went outside to find a payphone and called 911 to seek help. The 911 operator decided that nothing was wrong and did nothing to help this woman either. A total stranger also called 911 about the situation and was repremanded by the 911 operator for making a call of this type to a place that was for emergency calls only.

Ok, now maybe I can see the point of the first operator. I'm sure that person wasn't sure what to do as the person was already in the hospital, but was it really neccessary for the second one to get snippy with the stranger who was only trying to help her fellow human??

The worst part about this story is that the lady died right there on the ER floor. It was later discovered that she had a perforated bowel and that she could have been saved. The media was placing blame on the 911 operators, but my question is, "Where the hell was the medical staff"??? I'm no doctor, but isn't there something in the hypocratic oath about checking on somebody that has blood spewing from their face?

The other thing that has me asking questions is the fact that this woman was hispanic. According to one report I heard today was that this all began when the police were called to the hospital and tried to arrest the woman on a probation violation charge. I'm not sure how it all ties in as this was one of those news programs where everyone tries to get their point across at the same time and you can't really understand any of them.

Who's to blame???

Starting Over

This is just a place for me to let off some steam. There are so many things going on in this world that it's about time I just said what was on my mind.

There will be posts about celebrities, motherhood, marriage, and whatever else is getting under my skin. This will be a place for me to have some fun. Whoo Hoo

Look out world, Sapheyerblu is on the loose.