Ok, most of the phone numbers are from online pharmacudical companies based in Canada. I've filed complaints on each of the phone numbers that has been a fax machine. Man just came back to shave and said that he wasn't in trouble after all. So, Thank You! to whoever came to our door to get him. And thank you, Man, for hauling buns over there as quickly as he could.
Do the US a favor and spread the word: if your number is in the Do Not Call Registry and you still get unwanted calls, PLEASE file a complaint for each one that you get. I have unsolicited call rage. Grrrrrrrr.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Angry
Can I rant? Why, thank you.
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We get regular calls from a fax machine. It originates from Canada if my sources are to be believed (tons of hits on the internet regarding the same thing and phone numbers) but it channels through various US phone numbers at times. We finally got caller ID so we could track these calls and make a complaint. Our only other option would be to change our phone number. The Army doesn't like it when you do that. We would have to call several dozen different agencies, programs, offices, and companies in order to do this, and each is vitally important.
So, anyway, there is a specific format that these calls show up in: the caller ID always says [either Canada or US state] ###-###-#### (except real numbers). We get these calls at all hours of the night and day, at least 3 times a week, and always in batches of 3. It's always a fax machine.
This morning at 4:30 we get a phone call from Montana ###-###-#### and since I've gotten one from Montana before (and Florida, and Ohio, and Maine, etc) I turned off the phone and rolled over. It happened three times. Great, I thought. Now I can get back to sleep. Except a couple of minutes later our doorbell rings. Yep, someone from the Army came to summon Man for a UA (it's a company things, apparently) and since they couldn't get through on the phone, they had to come get him personally. I asked if he was supposed to be there at 0600, he said no, he was supposed to be there are 0500. At that point it was 0530. Of course the guy making the calls has a cell phone from a different part of the country, and of course he would havae his name unlisted. This is the Army, afterall.
Needless to say, I feel terrible. I'm mad at this fax machine, mad that I didn't just pick up the stinking phone, mad that he's likely going to get into trouble, mad that I lost 3 hours of sleep, mad that we will CONTINUE to get calls from a fax machine and the only thing we can do to stop it is something that could comprimise someone's ability to get ahold of us, including someone doing his duty and rousing soldiers from bed at 0dark00 for a pee test.
Stay tuned to see if I change my phone number. I'm considering it. Strongly. And if this one has a fax machine calling it, I might move to the mountains and not own a phone and drool over paper dolls for the rest of my life b/c this is driving me CRAZY.
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[rant]
We get regular calls from a fax machine. It originates from Canada if my sources are to be believed (tons of hits on the internet regarding the same thing and phone numbers) but it channels through various US phone numbers at times. We finally got caller ID so we could track these calls and make a complaint. Our only other option would be to change our phone number. The Army doesn't like it when you do that. We would have to call several dozen different agencies, programs, offices, and companies in order to do this, and each is vitally important.
So, anyway, there is a specific format that these calls show up in: the caller ID always says [either Canada or US state] ###-###-#### (except real numbers). We get these calls at all hours of the night and day, at least 3 times a week, and always in batches of 3. It's always a fax machine.
This morning at 4:30 we get a phone call from Montana ###-###-#### and since I've gotten one from Montana before (and Florida, and Ohio, and Maine, etc) I turned off the phone and rolled over. It happened three times. Great, I thought. Now I can get back to sleep. Except a couple of minutes later our doorbell rings. Yep, someone from the Army came to summon Man for a UA (it's a company things, apparently) and since they couldn't get through on the phone, they had to come get him personally. I asked if he was supposed to be there at 0600, he said no, he was supposed to be there are 0500. At that point it was 0530. Of course the guy making the calls has a cell phone from a different part of the country, and of course he would havae his name unlisted. This is the Army, afterall.
Needless to say, I feel terrible. I'm mad at this fax machine, mad that I didn't just pick up the stinking phone, mad that he's likely going to get into trouble, mad that I lost 3 hours of sleep, mad that we will CONTINUE to get calls from a fax machine and the only thing we can do to stop it is something that could comprimise someone's ability to get ahold of us, including someone doing his duty and rousing soldiers from bed at 0dark00 for a pee test.
Stay tuned to see if I change my phone number. I'm considering it. Strongly. And if this one has a fax machine calling it, I might move to the mountains and not own a phone and drool over paper dolls for the rest of my life b/c this is driving me CRAZY.
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
This 'n That
Let's see, what's been up?
1. Infection has gone the way nasty infections ought to go -- gone!! Even the injuries from the tape are fading fast.
2. Garden is getting pretty mature. My cilantro is taller than Pebbles but is now going to seed. That was fast!! I havn't even used it for anything yet. Next time I'll take advantage of it while it's in its prime. The squash is still growing despite holes in the leaves. And I finally strung up the peas. Poor things, I had to detangle them a bit and drape them over the string.
3. I'd post about what I've been reading in the news, but hey, I'm not up for many discussions in these areas. It's either politics or sensitive ethical issues in medicine, or war. I'm done talking about war for right now.
4. Recent movies:
Baptists at our BBQ -- an LDS flick that was kinda funny. The chick from the LDS movie Charlie was the love interest in this one. She tries so hard to appear to be this perfect, surreal, ethereal, but essentially flawed woman who men just fall all over themselves for, but it's obvious that she's trying, which bugs me. The movie overall was cute but I was uncomfortable with the outrageous stereotypes. Not that they don't exist, but I sure don't like seeing them.
Benchwarmers -- Loved it. Kinda crude humor, but by and large it's very eccentric and geek-oriented and not too bad. I like the "stick up for the nerd" message but really loved the "forgive the bully" message. Don't watch it if you don't like gay jokes.
Talladega Nights -- I couldn't watch this one. I had to turn it off after about 30 mins due to the way over the top nastiness. It's like Adam Sandler, Will Ferrel, and Sacha Baron Cohen all got together, got drunk, and wrote a script they would have loved to see when they were in the 6th grade. And hey, in high school, I mighta laughed at it.
The Devil Wears Prada -- I actually liked this one. No overtly distasteful humor and it has a real message that helped me get through cleaning out the most embarrassing room in my house. I adore Meryl Streep's performance in this movie. I didn't even think during the movie that it looked like a hard role to play, but thinking about it afterward I was struck with how very difficult it would be to stay in that sort of character if it's essentially different from your own self.
And a couple of Barbie movies. lol Not surprisingly, Miss Princess adores Barbie movies since they include girlie stuff like ballet, fairies, and mermaids. I used to dream about that stuff myself, so I don't begrudge her the watching of these relatively short flicks.
5. Recent music: (iTunes purchases, so just one song at at time)
- Somebody by Depeche Mode. Man's "us" song. :)
- I Cry and Something Still by Felicia Sorensen. I have these songs buried somewhere in a box on a tape. These were the two I loved best besides her rendition of How Can I Keep From Singing which I have yet to acquire.
- Like an Angel Passing Through My Room by Sissel. She has the voice of an exquisite angel.
- She Walks in Beauty also by Sissel.
1. Infection has gone the way nasty infections ought to go -- gone!! Even the injuries from the tape are fading fast.
2. Garden is getting pretty mature. My cilantro is taller than Pebbles but is now going to seed. That was fast!! I havn't even used it for anything yet. Next time I'll take advantage of it while it's in its prime. The squash is still growing despite holes in the leaves. And I finally strung up the peas. Poor things, I had to detangle them a bit and drape them over the string.
3. I'd post about what I've been reading in the news, but hey, I'm not up for many discussions in these areas. It's either politics or sensitive ethical issues in medicine, or war. I'm done talking about war for right now.
4. Recent movies:
Baptists at our BBQ -- an LDS flick that was kinda funny. The chick from the LDS movie Charlie was the love interest in this one. She tries so hard to appear to be this perfect, surreal, ethereal, but essentially flawed woman who men just fall all over themselves for, but it's obvious that she's trying, which bugs me. The movie overall was cute but I was uncomfortable with the outrageous stereotypes. Not that they don't exist, but I sure don't like seeing them.
Benchwarmers -- Loved it. Kinda crude humor, but by and large it's very eccentric and geek-oriented and not too bad. I like the "stick up for the nerd" message but really loved the "forgive the bully" message. Don't watch it if you don't like gay jokes.
Talladega Nights -- I couldn't watch this one. I had to turn it off after about 30 mins due to the way over the top nastiness. It's like Adam Sandler, Will Ferrel, and Sacha Baron Cohen all got together, got drunk, and wrote a script they would have loved to see when they were in the 6th grade. And hey, in high school, I mighta laughed at it.
The Devil Wears Prada -- I actually liked this one. No overtly distasteful humor and it has a real message that helped me get through cleaning out the most embarrassing room in my house. I adore Meryl Streep's performance in this movie. I didn't even think during the movie that it looked like a hard role to play, but thinking about it afterward I was struck with how very difficult it would be to stay in that sort of character if it's essentially different from your own self.
And a couple of Barbie movies. lol Not surprisingly, Miss Princess adores Barbie movies since they include girlie stuff like ballet, fairies, and mermaids. I used to dream about that stuff myself, so I don't begrudge her the watching of these relatively short flicks.
5. Recent music: (iTunes purchases, so just one song at at time)
- Somebody by Depeche Mode. Man's "us" song. :)
- I Cry and Something Still by Felicia Sorensen. I have these songs buried somewhere in a box on a tape. These were the two I loved best besides her rendition of How Can I Keep From Singing which I have yet to acquire.
- Like an Angel Passing Through My Room by Sissel. She has the voice of an exquisite angel.
- She Walks in Beauty also by Sissel.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Well, that was painless
The kitchen took fewer than 10 mins to fix all but one cupboard. My bedroom is rearranged to receive Man's desk from the office. The office itself and the two main closets are a different bucket of worms though.
I find myself unaccountably grumpy.
We watched Serenity the other night. It was a pretty darn cool flick that actually had a bit of story line. A lot of the characters were really likable even if there were too many of them. 9 main characters are a bit much for me. There's some violence, for those who avoid that sort of thing in a movie. Those Reavers are brutal stuff. Fun to see the fighting style, though. First time I've seen ballet get medieval on some heinie*. It was nice to see a frank, mentally competent, emotionally balanced, honorable villain.
* I actually have no idea if that's how "heinie" is spelled. I just pulled that spelling from Weird Al's Amish Paradise, which I consider to be a decently credible authority on that topic.
I find myself unaccountably grumpy.
We watched Serenity the other night. It was a pretty darn cool flick that actually had a bit of story line. A lot of the characters were really likable even if there were too many of them. 9 main characters are a bit much for me. There's some violence, for those who avoid that sort of thing in a movie. Those Reavers are brutal stuff. Fun to see the fighting style, though. First time I've seen ballet get medieval on some heinie*. It was nice to see a frank, mentally competent, emotionally balanced, honorable villain.
* I actually have no idea if that's how "heinie" is spelled. I just pulled that spelling from Weird Al's Amish Paradise, which I consider to be a decently credible authority on that topic.
Division of the sexes
So, I'm thinking that Tag might need his own room. He's getting into the very bad habit of thinking that Princess will pick up his messes for him. I bet if he were to have his very own space to pick up, he would soon learn a better sort of accountability. No son of mine will be allowed to think his mother or sister can be made to clean up after him like that!
The only problem is that our third bedroom, The Office, has sort of become an elephant graveyard, a dumping ground for two desks, my craft stuff, our food storage, the exersaucer, and a mishmash of other miscellaneous piles.
Time to look on Craig's List for a bed and dresser. OR, I have a friend who has this really cool system where she takes a bunch of tubs, sorts the kids' laundry into them, and tucks them under the bed. I think it's brilliant. No dresser to take up floor space, it creates a barrier that largely keeps kid stuff from collecting as much under the beds, and it's easy to pull them out while folding laundry and stash them when done. Besides that, the PX has got those tubs for $2 a piece. Way cheaper than a dresser.
I've been feeling totally overwhelmed lately. There is so much I want to get done here to make this house more organized and simple. I've known lots of people who have way more stuff than I do, but I still have more stuff than I'm comfortable with. After more than 6 years of marriage, I still struggle with owning my own space. Well, under the kitchen sink is a great place to start. :)
The only problem is that our third bedroom, The Office, has sort of become an elephant graveyard, a dumping ground for two desks, my craft stuff, our food storage, the exersaucer, and a mishmash of other miscellaneous piles.
Time to look on Craig's List for a bed and dresser. OR, I have a friend who has this really cool system where she takes a bunch of tubs, sorts the kids' laundry into them, and tucks them under the bed. I think it's brilliant. No dresser to take up floor space, it creates a barrier that largely keeps kid stuff from collecting as much under the beds, and it's easy to pull them out while folding laundry and stash them when done. Besides that, the PX has got those tubs for $2 a piece. Way cheaper than a dresser.
I've been feeling totally overwhelmed lately. There is so much I want to get done here to make this house more organized and simple. I've known lots of people who have way more stuff than I do, but I still have more stuff than I'm comfortable with. After more than 6 years of marriage, I still struggle with owning my own space. Well, under the kitchen sink is a great place to start. :)
In the clear
I think it's safe to say that the infection is gone. I'm (of course!!!) finishing my prescribed course of antibiotics. It's a small price to pay to see this gone for good. But it's gone!!! The odds of that happening were so slim that I like to think in my little Christian heart that it was a personal miracle, just for Frodo and me. Every time I look at the scars I sigh with relief and gratitude. I get some sideways looks when I wear a short sleeved shirt but whatever. What's funny is that the worst scars are from where the cloth tape hurt me when I dressed it with gauze. LOL Dr told me to tell the OB and Frodo's pediatrician about these episodes, especially if they keep happening. Man has stopped showering in the locker rooms at work and I'm taking measures at home to see that our shower hasn't a single bloody microscopic organism calling it home. Thank you for all of the support!
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
I'm old(er)!!!!!!
So Miss Princess was sitting on the couch with our DVD binder in her lap, patiently waiting for me to come over and put a movie in for her. She told me that she knows a great way to take the disc out so that the shiney side doesn't get touched and I told her that I didn't want her to anyway. Then she asked if my mom let me touch disks when I was a kid. I told her "no." She said "why?" My reply: "they didn't have those when I was a kid."
Then I screamed.
My mom didn't have color tv when she was a kid and I thought that made her OOOOOOOLD.
The kids in the class I teach were born right before I got out of high school.
I'm going to be a quarter of a century old in less than a month.
I don't tease Man about being old as much as I used to.
Then I screamed.
My mom didn't have color tv when she was a kid and I thought that made her OOOOOOOLD.
The kids in the class I teach were born right before I got out of high school.
I'm going to be a quarter of a century old in less than a month.
I don't tease Man about being old as much as I used to.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Father's Day
Well, I called my dad too late in the day to catch him. :( Sorry, dad. I was thinking about you!
The morning started out pretty lazy, with Man giving himself a haircut while I got breakfast going. We had pancakes, bacon, grapes, oranges, eggs, and orange juice. The kids love these little clementine oranges we got from Costco. They can peel them themselves and they're sweet enough that even our littlest (who shouldn't be eating them) loves them, too.
We informed Tag that he was shaggy enough that he absolutely must have a trim on the sides and back, he could decide what he wanted done to the top. He said he wanted ALL of his hair gone. ALL?? Yes, ALL. So, here's an after picture:
Everyone at church was just shocked at my shorn men, but the men didn't care. Tag actually loves the excuse to wear a hat outside all the time.
When we came home, Man started doing dishes and cleaning up. I asked him why he was doing that on Father's Day and he replied "let's think about what happened on Mother's Day. You cooked and cleaned all day long and what did I do?" I told him that if it would assuage his conscience that he could do whatever he wanted, but I didn't feel that he necessarily "ought" to help out.
Together, we got everything cleaned just in time to make his dinner: bacon wrapped fillet mignon (!!), mashed potatoes, peas and mushrooms, and home made California rolls. I'm still learning how to perfectly prepare the vegetables so that the rolls are more structurally sound but for the most part they turned out pretty good. Princess requested a roll with no avocado or cucumber, and we ran out of crab, so she got a roll with just carrots and rice. She picked the carrot out and left the rest. (angry) No more custom rolls for that one. Pebbles actually ate some sushi and a bunch of the rest of her dinner so she was the only child to enjoy Man's Father's Day ice cream.
After that we put the kids in bed and watched Fantastic Four together. That was such a clunker of a movie. I mean, it was fun like a super hero movie is fun (cool powers!! beautiful people!! cool super villain!! oooo, so that's how they got their powers!!) but by and large it was a real disappointment. They explained and introduced and elaborated, then they took care of the bad guy -- quick, roll the credits! Wha-wha-what? Oh, um... that was like, an oddly boring 2 hours despite the explosions, powers, beautiful people, relationship tension, elaboration, and wow, some credits.
So happy Father's Day! Hope you didn't watch Fantastic Four, ate well, and heard from your kids. :)
The morning started out pretty lazy, with Man giving himself a haircut while I got breakfast going. We had pancakes, bacon, grapes, oranges, eggs, and orange juice. The kids love these little clementine oranges we got from Costco. They can peel them themselves and they're sweet enough that even our littlest (who shouldn't be eating them) loves them, too.
We informed Tag that he was shaggy enough that he absolutely must have a trim on the sides and back, he could decide what he wanted done to the top. He said he wanted ALL of his hair gone. ALL?? Yes, ALL. So, here's an after picture:
Everyone at church was just shocked at my shorn men, but the men didn't care. Tag actually loves the excuse to wear a hat outside all the time.
When we came home, Man started doing dishes and cleaning up. I asked him why he was doing that on Father's Day and he replied "let's think about what happened on Mother's Day. You cooked and cleaned all day long and what did I do?" I told him that if it would assuage his conscience that he could do whatever he wanted, but I didn't feel that he necessarily "ought" to help out.
Together, we got everything cleaned just in time to make his dinner: bacon wrapped fillet mignon (!!), mashed potatoes, peas and mushrooms, and home made California rolls. I'm still learning how to perfectly prepare the vegetables so that the rolls are more structurally sound but for the most part they turned out pretty good. Princess requested a roll with no avocado or cucumber, and we ran out of crab, so she got a roll with just carrots and rice. She picked the carrot out and left the rest. (angry) No more custom rolls for that one. Pebbles actually ate some sushi and a bunch of the rest of her dinner so she was the only child to enjoy Man's Father's Day ice cream.
After that we put the kids in bed and watched Fantastic Four together. That was such a clunker of a movie. I mean, it was fun like a super hero movie is fun (cool powers!! beautiful people!! cool super villain!! oooo, so that's how they got their powers!!) but by and large it was a real disappointment. They explained and introduced and elaborated, then they took care of the bad guy -- quick, roll the credits! Wha-wha-what? Oh, um... that was like, an oddly boring 2 hours despite the explosions, powers, beautiful people, relationship tension, elaboration, and wow, some credits.
So happy Father's Day! Hope you didn't watch Fantastic Four, ate well, and heard from your kids. :)
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Luau
We had a lot of fun going to a stake-wide luau last night. The evening started with the unearthing of the pork. The church we go to has a very large parking lot that they open up for large meetings. The back bit of it has a plot of dirt with nothing growing in it that was just perfect for cooking 500# of pork for over 600 people.
The Menu:
Pork
Chicken
Meatballs in some yummy sauce
Green salad
Fruit salad
Rolls
Rice
Pasta Salad
Chop Suey
A wonderful beverage of water melon and coconut.
There were people serving from the buffet lines and everyone walked away with a heaping plateful of food. There was even some food left over after the masses had their fill. I think the kids each went back to the food 4-5 times, Tag eating his fill of bread and fruit, Princess eating bits of everything. Miss Pebbles likes the same things Tag does, begging fruit off of everyone around her.
We were just wrapping up the first round of food when the dancing started. The people who preformed were from the Hawaii Polynesian Cultural Center and they did a tour of many island countries through dance, song, and greetings in their various languages. She would shout out, asking if anyone was from this or that country that they were featuring, but didn't ask if anyone was from New Zealand, which is too bad because we have a missionary from New Zealand in our Stake (it's funny to listen to him do his best American accent in testimony meeting, then half way through he sort of gives up and goes into his country's accent).
The costumes were very fun to look at. Of all the kids, Miss Pebbles most got into the spirit of things by whooping and hollering and clapping along with the rest of us. She especially like watching the fire knife dancing. The fire dancer they featured was the three time world champion fire knife dancer from Hawaii. He started with one fire knife, added another, then hooked the two together to dance with one really long one. It was kind of interesting to watch a young assistant occasionally come up on stage and tuck money into their costumes throughout some of the performances.
The older two kids were seldom to be seen as they each found a pack of friends to run around with. The parking lot was all fenced in but we still made sure we could find them every now and then, and they were always having a good time.
There were a couple of trees there that had some serious swarms of moths creating a sort of gray/yellow halo around the crowns of the trees. It was interesting to look up and see those swarms on these awesome, old, gnarly trees against a sunset sky. I wish I had my camera with me for all of this!! Oh, well.
The Menu:
Pork
Chicken
Meatballs in some yummy sauce
Green salad
Fruit salad
Rolls
Rice
Pasta Salad
Chop Suey
A wonderful beverage of water melon and coconut.
There were people serving from the buffet lines and everyone walked away with a heaping plateful of food. There was even some food left over after the masses had their fill. I think the kids each went back to the food 4-5 times, Tag eating his fill of bread and fruit, Princess eating bits of everything. Miss Pebbles likes the same things Tag does, begging fruit off of everyone around her.
We were just wrapping up the first round of food when the dancing started. The people who preformed were from the Hawaii Polynesian Cultural Center and they did a tour of many island countries through dance, song, and greetings in their various languages. She would shout out, asking if anyone was from this or that country that they were featuring, but didn't ask if anyone was from New Zealand, which is too bad because we have a missionary from New Zealand in our Stake (it's funny to listen to him do his best American accent in testimony meeting, then half way through he sort of gives up and goes into his country's accent).
The costumes were very fun to look at. Of all the kids, Miss Pebbles most got into the spirit of things by whooping and hollering and clapping along with the rest of us. She especially like watching the fire knife dancing. The fire dancer they featured was the three time world champion fire knife dancer from Hawaii. He started with one fire knife, added another, then hooked the two together to dance with one really long one. It was kind of interesting to watch a young assistant occasionally come up on stage and tuck money into their costumes throughout some of the performances.
The older two kids were seldom to be seen as they each found a pack of friends to run around with. The parking lot was all fenced in but we still made sure we could find them every now and then, and they were always having a good time.
There were a couple of trees there that had some serious swarms of moths creating a sort of gray/yellow halo around the crowns of the trees. It was interesting to look up and see those swarms on these awesome, old, gnarly trees against a sunset sky. I wish I had my camera with me for all of this!! Oh, well.
Getting better!
The infection started to drain last night, and this morning looks like it's made significant improvement. Woohoo!!
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