Sunday, August 31, 2008

Politician Blues

    The other night, before we went to sleep, Jesse and I were talking about politics. I'm not a super political person. I don't follow things too closely, but I know how I feel about certain issues and I know what I would like to see done, but quite frankly, I am rather unhappy with my choices of candidates to choose from. Yeah, I know, Democracy, we get freedom of choice, but what happens when the choices suck? I mean, is it really fair to have to choose between a rock and a hard place? I'm not a fan of McCain or Obama.

Way back when the old dude and the black dude were starting to run, I kinda thought McCain was alright. He seemed ok but then he did that John Kerry thing of flip flopping on issues that were important to me. Personally, I like a leader who is strong and holds true to their beliefs, whether people like them or not. Not someone who is gonna collapse under pressure and change their mind in hopes of getting votes from moderates. So that turned him off as a potential vote as I need someone who will be strong and not afraid of pissing people off cos their strength would lead us to a better future. That man seemed to lie in Ron Paul, who I don't even know if he's running anymore. Hopefully he is. Hopefully if he doesn't show up on the Republican vote, he'll show up as a third party or something. Also, I think it's kinda shrewed of McCain to get Palin on as his running mate. I remember reading something on her in an old American Handgunner segment. She seemed ok. She likes guns and lives in the freest state in America and maybe she'd bring some cool ideas out onto the platform, but she has a baby with serious medical issues and being a mom, you tend to be very concerned about your child. I don't think it would be a good idea for her to be VP with her family's situation. We need someone who will be totally focused. Not to say being in office you can't have kids, but it's like being the CEO of a big company. You rarely see your family cos you're so busy running the joint. She needs to be with her family and take care of her child. If politics is more important to her than her own child, I dunno about her. As for McCain and that decision, I don't know if he seriously thinks she'd be good for her ideas and all, or if he's trying to get the Hillary supporters. But taking into account her family situation and the possibilities of the Hillary theory, it's just in poor taste if you ask me.

As for Obama, well, all I can say is I'm not down with his spy on your neighbor idea. I'm sure it was one of those things that sounds good in theory. Like cut down on crime. Your homeboy shot someone, rat them out. Your coworker's brother in law is planning a terrorist attack, tell someone. Yeah, sounds great. But I see this as becoming a giant witch hunt of he-said-she-saids. I mean, you know how many people in the world would be falsely accusing people they don't like of crimes if it's just based off of your word? Could you imagine how many people might get fines, jail time, or Lord knows what because of this? How many courts that would be full of false-accusation trials? I thought it was really tacky at the DNC that Obama wasn't even there but was there via satellite and then that his daughter shows up and is talking while he's trying to give his speech and is like, "Hi daddy! I love you daddy!" Yeah, let's pull at America's heartstrings. We got this guy who is a family man but was it just me or did it totally seem staged how his daughter was saying it. I mean, it seemed like someone told her 5 minutes before airing, "Ok, go and say things while your dad is talking so people get to see him not as a politician but as a human being for a few seconds so the public feels more compassionate towards him." I get that feeling. I also get the feeling that this bratty little girl is totally interfering with her dad's business. If a guy can't control his daughter, how is he gonna control our country?

I just don't feel good about either guy. Period. Honestly, I told Jesse that I can't recall ever in my voting years having a president I really felt good about voting for. What ever happened to presidents like our founding fathers who had such great ideals and morals and strength and leadership? Now we get all these total douche bags who seem like they're more interested in hyping their campaigns and sensationalizing their stories in hopes of getting votes instead of actually having good policies and using that to gain America's support. It's just hard for me to feel good about casting a vote this fall when I have to choose between two people I have absolutely no desire to vote for. I always say that if you don't cast your vote, you don't get the right to complain, but I don't even know what to say in this case.

Anyway, at this point, I guess the best I can do is just look up what both dummies have to say about things and choose the one who seems like the lesser of two evils. At least then I can complain.  I just feel like this is the beginning of the end.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

I retract my statement...

I used to think that after 3 months, it got way easier to raise a child. It totally seemed that way. Charlie was a pain the first few weeks, then it got easier. By 3 months he was great. The perfect baby. He'd sleep all night. He had the best routine during the day. Eat. Hang out and play or whatever for an hour and a half, and sleep for an hour or so. Now, some two weeks in, he has gone astray from the path of perfect baby. In fact, I think he's worse now than the ghost of fussiness past. It seems like if you don't hold him the right way, he screams. Not crying, screaming crying. It's ear piercing and curdles my blood and is just painful to listen to. What's worse is he does this ALL DAY LONG. It's not collic, though. Its almost a predictable fussing. He'll cry and want to eat and you feed him and he's fine but the minute you switch boobs on him he starts screaming but is fine after he eats. Once he stops he screams till you burp him. Then he's fine. After that, he's cool for a while. Then he gets fussy and you try to calm him. Play? No. Swing? No. Hold? Maybe for a bit then he gets bored and screams more. Sleep? No. It's near impossible to figure out what he wants anymore. We wonder if it's teething but he doesn't seem to react to any Baby Oragel or Tylenol. It's like he's just being fussy. He had thrush a week ago and finished his medication for that and it cleared up. I just don't know anymore. I feel perpetually tired and haven't accomplished anything. It's driving me crazy and I seem to be better and figuring out how to handle it than Jesse. Jesse doesn't know how to do the special rocking that seems to put Charlie at ease. Usually I look forward to Jesse coming home as it gives me a little break from being a mom and I can take a bath and relax but now, it's almost hopeless. This sucks. He needs to stop this and go back to being cool like he was two weeks ago!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Can't sleep, bugs will eat me....

I think there is this myth that lies within the realms of being a stay at home mom that if you are home all day taking care of your child, that your life is simple and easy. This is far from true. I do a lot of stuff when I'm home and try to make ends meet on my side. Whether it be the diaper covers or ChaCha or freelance design stuff, I don't sit at home online in between feedings messing around.

So today is one of those bad days. It starts off around 2 am. I scratch an itch. Then again. Then in a few more places. Suddenly my limbs are burning and I get up to find myself covered in bug bites. OK, not gnarly but I have about 8 that I can see. That's an average of 2 per limb and 8 bug bites too many if you ask me. So I put some cortizone on them and take some Tylenol cos I have a slight fever and it hurts. You know how your body tries to fight things off? Anyway, I get back in bed and Charlie starts fussing. He's not crying but he wants me to see him wiggling around in his crib, chatting it up with Teddy. Very nice, I see. I go back to bed and have this paranoia and mental block that if I fall asleep, I will fall victim to the biting bugs again. So I don't sleep well for the next two hours. Finally around 4 am I fall asleep.

The rest of the day is pretty much what I would expect the day following that night to be like. Jesse worked later, so he got home later. Charlie was a fussy boy all day long. I did manage to do some revisions on the site and work on Robert's site, but other than that, I don't feel like I got anything done. I tried to make dinner for when Jesse got home. Nothing difficult, just pork chops. But Charlie wouldn't stop fussing.

Jesse got home around 8:30 and tried to watch Charlie long enough for me to put dinner in the oven. Then he was telling me about how because my insurance company got their letter of proof of coverage in to him late, we have to back pay something like $700 on top of the $165 a pay period that he will need to pay. So financially things are not in a happy place. He was pretty p.o.'d at that. He wants me to call and tell them that they owe that, but, having dealt with this stuff in the past with other insurance providers I already know the answer. We say, "You put us in a financial hardship by delaying this letter of proof of coverage," they say, "You knew you would have to pay $165 per pay period, so you should have saved that money and it's your financial obligation" or something along those lines. They always do that. Legally they were wrong for taking almost 60 days to get the letter to us, but financially, it is our responsibility to come up with the out of pocket costs, so ugh. Jesse wants them to pay that, but I know they will not. I told him he can call them cos frankly, they'll talk down to me, I won't be able to argue a good case, and knowing what they'll already say, I'd go in with a defeatists attitude and it wouldn't be very effective. He's so much better at arguing than I am anyway.

Speaking of which, so he comes home and starts bickering about that. I feel like I've been placed at the brunt of this as if it's somehow my fault that my old provider didn't get the letter to us on time. I gave him the letter of termination from my old employer along with our insurance cards. That should have sufficed. But somewhere along the lines it doesn't and we don't find out till Sunday. So I'm pretty annoyed. I know there's the issue of my employer who didn't get the info to me when I left cos they said that's up to the insurance provider to give me. Ok, at least I got an answer. The insurance provider is lagging. However, on Jesse's end, the HR department at his work doesn't say anything till two days ago as if that would be enough time for us to resolve this matter. What if we didn't get the proof of coverage in yet? Why didn't they tell us that the insurance cards and letter of termination were no good when he gave them that stuff months ago when he filled out the insurance paperwork? Ugh! Sometimes I feel like I get placed in the middle of everything as if I'm the one who was supposed to take care of all of this and I'm getting crap for it. So I'm cranky.

Anyway, Jesse is home for 5 minutes and we're kinda bickering about the insurance thing. Then Phil calls. So for the next hour, Jesse is on the phone with Phil while Charlie is crying in his crib and I'm trying to make dinner. Finally, I get him and try to calm him while I'm cooking. I have a headache. I'm hot. I'm tired. I'm dizzy. I don't feel like hearing about insurance and the financial hardships it is going to cause for us. I'm just in a bad mood in general. So that's all I have to say about that.

Charlie is in bed sleeping, thank God. But I'm tired as hell and feel like if I go to bed, the bugs are gonna eat me. I swear, today is just one of those days I feel like I can't win.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Revenge of the bugs

So apparently, every summer, the lovely event of bug bites occur in the Teague Plantation. However, only one person in this household seems to fall victim to the little buggers: me. This year, once again, just as last, I managed to become the chewing grounds for lots of little bugs. Jesse, Charlie and Lulu remain completely untouched. It got so bad last night, I was awoken from the pain and itching of several bug bites on my arms, legs, hands and feet. I lathered up in Cortizone and that sorta helped. I think I need to invest in some Skin So Soft by Avon as that's supposedly a great bug repellent. Now to find an Avon lady... Anyway, this sucks. I'm all polka dotted now. Jesse didn't seem to care about the fact something is eating me at 2 am. He just looked at my bug bites half awake and was like, "So?" as if telling me turn off the lights and go back to bed. I had to take some Tylenol. Long story short, I'm not feeling very happy today. Tired, itchy, hurting. Dreading going to bed tonight for fear of repeated events. Ugh.

It workie

Just got lost in cyberspace...


I'm trying to get this thing to work. So there's lots of testing in terms of getting this beast visible on the Plantation. Ugh.

Monday, August 25, 2008


I'm a huge fan of blogging and for a long time did blogs via the form of "news" on the Jenny No.2 site, which ran from 2001 through 2006. Around 2003, I started blogging in the land of Myspace and have used that as my predominant blog land for the last 5 years. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that somewhere in the world, there's someone interested in reading what I have to say, so on that note, I will continue to blog.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Charlie’s exciting weekend

So Friday we were at the fair. Saturday, after Jesse got off work, we went back to the fair with Uncle Phil. We watched demolition derby. Charlie likes it and he seems to like muscle cars. So this is even more motivation to get Jolly Green up and running again :) Anyway, what better way to end the weekend than with a trip to the Big Reno Show. Charlie loves gun shows. Jesse got some magazines for his carbine and had about 7 people ask him how much he was selling it for over the 2 hour period we were there and probably another 5 tell him "That's a nice carbine yah got there" in addition to the 7 who wanted to buy it from him. We ran into Dave the Jew and Jesse was telling them about Hoss reconfiguring the precision trigger at Salvage and we joked it'll probably now come with a bottle opener at the bottom or something. *Hehe* Oh, and then Dave was talking about some dude or something and I asked him some details about them cos apparently, the lady who works in the sewing department at Ben Franklin Crafts was telling me about her friend who's wife has the FFL or something cos of some crap involving paperwork and turns out it's the same dude. I'm still laughing at the fact that I was involved in some sort of gossip about gunsmithing at the fabric department in a craft store. Reno. Small town. Probably why Utah will be better for us. After that we got some Wendy's and pretty much did nothing. Jesse's off tomorrow and I dunno what we'll do then. Charlie decided that he'd let us sleep in today. I fed him at 5 am but after I put him back to bed, he didn't wake to eat till almost 10. Yeah, that's all I got for now. I want this orange coat that's at the fair. It's probably really expensive though. Dammit.

Saturday, August 23, 2008

Prolific day

I guess my day starts after Jesse goes to work. I didn't do much. I took a nap. I felt real dizzy and tired and fell asleep. I woke up shortly later to feed the boy, hang out with him for a bit then put him on his nap. While he slept, I cleaned 4 guns and 1 rifle. Jesse said he was going to clean them for me when I got back from LA because I didn't have time to clean them the Sunday I left. Well honestly, if I knew I wasn't gonna leave till almost midnight, I would have cleaned them then! Anyway things came up and they sat around all week, dirty. So while Charlie was napping, I just cleaned them in the bedroom. I finished just in time for his noon feeding. After that, I felt crappy. I watched The Wizard (not The Wiz, the delightful soul version of Wizard of Oz with Dianna Ross and little Michael Jackson, but The Wizard, the movie with Fred Savage about some video game kid.) Anyway, I felt dizzy and crappy again so I fell asleep, this time on my bed. I awoke to the boy wanting to eat. I fed him and then got the grand idea to go to the Sev and get a slurpee. I think I was inspired when I saw a 7-11 in The Wizard. Yeah, that was probably it. Plus it was hotter than Satan's asshole and more humid than Viet-Frickin-Nam. So yeah, I put Charlie in his baby possum pouch and walk down. Some one put some Obama crap on our door step. Not in the mailbox, up at the door. Like they made an effort to try and give me that stuff. Needless to speak, if I were awake and actually got the door, they'd probably be greeted by looking eye to eye at Couch .38 or something. If there's one thing I hate about presidential election years, its that the Olympics go on at the same time and the number of solicitation calls, despite being registered on the Do Not Call list, seem to grow in masses asking "Who do you plan on voting for?" I dunno if our phone number used to belong to a registered Democrat, or if by being registered as an Independent, people think they can get you on a swing vote, but quite frankly, I'm pretty pissed at this point with all the damn Obama calls I'm getting. The fact you call me 24/7 is enough for me to NOT want to vote for any of you shmucks. Right, so back to the slurpee. Their machine is working. It never works when Jesse goes. I dunno why. So decisions, decisions. I wind up getting the most massive size available, not cos I'm a sloth, but because they're never working and if I'm gonna enjoy one now, I'm gonna enjoy it. All 40 oz. of it! I also picked up some butter so I could make a pie for Jesse's coworkers cos I told them if I won the pie contest, I'd make them one of my award winning pies. Anyway, I believe that God has a plan in life for everyone and that nothing in life happens without a purpose. You see, my entire day was leading up to the moment I went to 7-11, I kid you not! So that upon me leaving, I would see this:

Yeah, Reno has the worst vanity plates in the world. Seriously. It's getting so bad that I had to set up an album just on bad vanity plates. Thank God for camera phones, right? Anyway, I'm gonna get back to my slurpee and upload some more pics.

Friday, August 22, 2008

I have the second best apple pie in the state of Nevada!!!

I've always been told I make good pies. I thought I'd put this theory to test. I devised a new recipe, one that would wow, and wow it did! First off, we had to pick up our tickets from the Fair Office. Jesse was supposed to be home at 4:30 to take me because submission cut off for the competition was at 5:00. He got home barely at 4:45 and we hauled ass to the fair office. By that time, it was 5 till cut off and I said forget it, we'll get tickets AFTER I submit my pie. He dropped me off at a gate and I asked some people who were totally clueless. Then I found some sort of security person with a golf cart and asked if she knew where I had to go and she was headed that way. I hitched a ride and got there just in the nick of time. My pie was the last to be tasted. I met up with Jesse and then we sat waiting for the competition. Now my pie, whilst lovely looking when I baked it yesterday, looked like someone shot a load on it today.

Anyway, we sat and watched the contest and then the suspense of the tallying came up. Now personally, I was excited to get an honorable mention, but instead, I placed! My pie came in second place and I was psyched to have those bragging rights. Not only did I get a sweet ribbon, I also got a gift certificate for a dinner for two and a free whole pie at Marie Calendars, who sponsored the contest. I didn't even think I'd get anything, let alone a free dinner! So I was really happy. I'm more excited about the bragging rights though, I think.

After the pie contest, Jesse and I wandered the fair grounds a bit. It was a little hard with Charlie, but we managed.

We went into the livestock show hall and there were no shows at that time, just a bunch of exhibits. There was a cool reptile exhibit, which did not have any rattlesnakes, but they did have these iguanas that were sleeping on top of each other and looked like they were humping. Jesse looked totally unamused at that though.

Then there was this little alligator and he was totally cool and letting people touch him and all that good stuff. I used to love alligators when I was little so I got a pic of me lovin' him.

Jesse was really good at making bubbles and Charlie was semi-amused, but not wholeheartedly as he was waking up from his nap.

I dunno what this was all about...

I have a thing for taking pictures of freakishly large animal nuts...

And then just boring good ol' stuff of petting livestock.

All in all, it was a nice 2 hours we spent out there. Nothing huge, just wandering. We have passes for the rest of the nights so we might go back and have someone watch Charlie so we can go on rides and stuff.


OK, so if you want to know what this pie is all about, here's the recipe if you're up to baking it:

Apple Streusel Pie

Pie Crust:
2 ½ cup flour
1 teaspoon salt
2/3 cup shortening
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
8 to 10 tablespoons cold water
Mix flour, salt, and cinnamon. Cut in shortening with a fork until pea-sized pieces are formed. Add water into the mixture and keep mixing until a dough is formed. Roll into a ball and place on wax paper. Press down with your hand to flatten the dough and place another sheet of wax paper on top. Roll out to a circle big enough so that the dough sticks out at least 2" from the pie tin when placed on top. This will allow for decorative borders and a nice trim line.

Apple Filling:
6 cups Granny Smith apples
1 tablespoon lemon juice (optional)
½ cup sugar
¼ light brown sugar
2 tablespoons flour
½ teaspoon ground cinnamon
Cut and peel apples into small pieces. Mix in all ingredients.

Streusel Topping:
1 cup flour
¼ cup light brown sugar
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
¼ teaspoon salt
6 tablespoons butter or margarine
Combine flour, sugar, cinnamon, and salt. Cut in the butter with a fork until fine crumbs form.
Squeeze together the mixture to form large clumps.

Icing Topping:
½ cup powdered sugar
1 tablespoon melted butter
¼ teaspoon vanilla
2 tablespoons milk
Combine all ingredients and stir until smooth. Add more milk or powdered sugar to desired consistency.

Preheat oven to 375°F. Place dough in an 8" or 9" pie tin. Trim off any excess dough and decorate the edges with a spoon or fork. Place apple filling inside and cover with streusel topping. Cover edges of pie with aluminum foil. Bake for 1 hour. Remove and allow to cool. Place icing in a zip lock and cut the tip so that it can be squeezed out. Decorate top of pie.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Home again

Well its been a few days but I'm just writing to fill everyone in on everything. First off, if I didn't meet up with you, nothing personal, I just had a really packed schedule and was limited on my time to see people. So next time, yes?

Anyway, it was a busy week that seemed to go by way too fast. I did get to enjoy some swimming fun, as did Charlie, who LOVES swimming.

I got home at 8 am after driving all night and staying awake 30 hours before I went to sleep.

I can't get into details now but I am still pretty tired. On top of it all, Charlie has thrush again. Which means I'll probably get it too. Fabulous. Anyway, the house is clean, dinners have been made. I need to do laundry but other than that, things are good. :)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

3-2-1 I'm the bomb, and I'm ready to go off on your ship...

So I just got back from shooting with my friend Kevin and his girl, Jen. I brought some of our guns out and he got to try them. I made his girlfriend shoot every one of the pistols and Kevin tried the mauser but wasn't really a fan of it. I tried his XD and was pretty good with it actually but it just feels goofy to hold because it's so lightweight. Apparently, Kevin's girlfriend likes the .357. She wasn't a fan of his XD and I let her shoot some of mine and Jesse's guns. I think at first she had that afraid to shoot something bigger than a .22 philosophy. I told her to just try and after she shot the .357 I congratulated her and told her she can shoot any caliber she wants now for pistols pretty much. I think everyone seemed to like the little .22 rifle and the .357. After that, we went up to the rifle range. I shot Josef and no one seemed to like shooting him much but I enjoyed it. Now, shooting pumpkins in the desert, I am not aware at just how good I've got with him, but my accuracy has gone up about 10%. I used to be at about 70%, but now I'm at an 80% accuracy. I totally out shot the shit out of these guys next to us who looked like they should be out playing golf instead of shooting. The one guy also had a mauser and was shooting it and got hits on 2 to 3 out of 5 rounds. When I showed up and shot Josef, I shot the first 5 rounds and got 4 out of 5. There's something very awesome about hearing the PLINK! PLINK! PLINK! PLINK! of the steel plates when you got the same shit someone else has and they're all loaded to kingdom come but I'm ready for the revolution. They were having some sort of little guy douchebag shoot off amongst each other and when I shot my 4 out of 5 the older guy in the group was saying something about my shooting and out shooting their friend, Douchious Ceasar. It made me feel pretty bad ass. Now I feel like I can take on the world. Har har har. Literally, I say I was shooting on average at 80%. Sometimes I missed a few, sometimes I got all 5. Over all, I outshot them and they got owned my a mom hahaha!!!

On that, I leave you with my darling husband and his partner in crime, Wes, the world two most bad ass gunsmithing dads, in an AK shoot off.... cue dueling banjos now...

Thursday, August 7, 2008

Another year has come and gone...

Tonight is the Hot August Nights Prom. Once again, we're not going. And it's not like we couldn't go. It was again one of those things I mentioned in advanced I wanted to go. I even asked Jesse a few days ago to check if it was this week or the week we'd be out of town. Well, it's tonight. And we're not going. Boo.

Monday, August 4, 2008

Charlie meets the river

So yesterday we went to the river. We were only there for a little while. We got one of them baby-wearing things so we could hike down. It was kind of a pain trying to figure out how it works but we eventually figured something out. We get down there and there's all these people out fishing. Jesse was cranky cos we had to walk down stream to a better place but the brush was all grown out. We finally got to one of our spots. Charlie did not like the river. He cried. So we didn't put him in more than a wiggle of a toe. I fished for a little bit while Jesse hung out on a rock with Charlie on his lap. Lulu explored. It was nice. We were only there a little while but it was worth it. It was nice to get out somewhere that isn't a place of necessity, ie laundry, groceries, etc. I hope we can do it again soon :)

Friday, August 1, 2008


It is August now. Which means Hot August Nights are just around the corner. Which means the Prom will be coming back. Ok, high school prom sucked. I wanted to go to Hot August Nights prom last year. That never happened. I don't know why. Once again, I'd like to go this year. Although I'm anticipating the same results as last year. I tried on my "prom" dress and it fits. I'm not sure what I'd do with my hair, but I'm sure I'd figure something out. It's 50's them so maybe I'd try some sort of vintage looking hair style. Or just curl it. I dunno. I know I would wear my pearls. I just thought it would be fun to go. Maybe it would be like Dirty Dancing or something, like at Kellerman's when everyone is all at that social dance. ::shrug:: Wishful thinking, right? I'm no Baby and Jesse's no Johnny and it's not gonna happen.