Monthly Archives: September 2015

Ain’t that the way?

You go away for a while, and when you come back, things are all janky. That’ll teach me to abandon this place. I’ve been thinking about writing to you every day, but man, life has been one big pair of bossy pants. Three weeks without nonsense from me, and you know it’s serious.

When I logged into WordPress this morning, my theme had gone away. *p00f* My standard header was gone, having been replaced by WordPress’s concert b-flat beach umbrella picture. Custom logo was nowhere to be found on a media search, and I still can’t find it. I haven’t gotten into the site guts via FTP yet, but that’s on the menu. Until then, this understudy will have to suffice. Strange, eh? And my media plugins are acting all ooky, too (sorry about any strange picture behavior — gotta check this out). Ghosties in the code.

So, what’s news? It’s been too long since we’ve checked in with each other. As I’ve been up since 2:55, I was able to amass some randomness for you. Behold:

  1. You’ll get a little nostalgic kick out of these old cell phone commercials. Haha. I remember when I thought I was oh so de rigueur for having one of these, then later, a snazzy little Razr flip phone, tricked out in Fabs skin. Shoo-ee. ;-) Anyway, the commercials are funny. Have a looksee.
  2. There hasn’t been a whole lot of good sleep happening at the Fink house lately. It’s Pax. Pacing, crying, panting most of the night, and often during the day as well. We can’t figure it out; he’s fed, watered, loved, seemingly healthy, and not in pain that we can see. So, the vet was called yesterday, and puppy will start on his anxiety/panic attack meds as soon as they arrive. We hate putting him on drugs, but he is clearly miserable while going through this, and so are his humans, who have tried just about everything they know to mitigate his symptoms. Stuff’s gotta stop.
  3. Did you know that Planned Parenthood’s government dollars **do not fund** abortions, and haven’t for 40 years? They do, however, fund many other services. In fact, I, as a married, churchgoing young woman in my twenties with two small children, would have been lost without Planned Parenthood back in the 80s. My miserable excuse for health insurance did not cover birth control, and we were poor as church mice. PP allowed me to pay on a sliding scale, unlike the doctor’s office and pharmacy. I remain grateful to them, and I know I’m not alone.
  4. Cedar Point’s at it again. Tallest, fastest, everything-est. The new-in-2016 Valravn looks kind of fun. View the video in full screen mode.
  5. Hey, it’s Coffee Day, in case you haven’t heard (although every day is coffee day around here). Go git yer freebs.

Speaking of getting a move on…it’s time to haul it upstairs to the shower. Have a great Tunesday, fiends — glad to be back among you!

RF, ghost(code) hunter

Backing up a chapter (of life)

ratgirlIt wasn’t in the “wait, I need to back up and slow down a little” sense (although that might benefit me as well). Rather, I spent some much-needed time backing up this morning.

As the files flew by in the download window of my FTP client, and I recognized filename after filename, I realized the degree to which this small collection of stories has encapsulated many of the major events in my life over the past 7+ years. My little blog about nothing. Awww.

Defined as the modern-day personal journal, blogging has become more than just keeping a record of life or trying to sustain a business or get advertising done. In a way, it’s letting people read your diary. Did you ever have one? I started several in the past, only to lose them or lose interest in them. How I wish today that I’d held onto them. Fortunately, for most of us who blog, we filter our “public” diary to present only that which we are willing to share. (Although there are some online journals that are so extremely graphic and detailed, I’ve been unable to read on.)

I like to do a retrospective every year or so, just to thank you for stopping by and to revisit some funny stuff we’ve all observed and said. From the incredibly mundane posts about generic stuff, to my oft-mentioned, surreal, bizarre brush with a celebrity; through the countless rants, bossy opinionssilly observations that are interesting probably to only me, and semi-snarkish reviews — you’ve been there. Most likely looking like this, but you’ve been there. More importantly, many of you have done what I hoped all would do when I started this little venture: respond in the comment section. Most of you know what a shameless extrovert I am, in that I derive much of my energy (and validation) from interaction with others. You make all the effort worth it.

And now, off to work. And by “work,” I mean lesson plans and assignment creation and choreography and score study and feeling sorry for myself because I have a sore throat and can’t have the A’s over tonight for a visit.

(But hey, the Browns are on tomorrow. Wahoo!)

I have missed you.

I’ve been thinking.

Seriously. I’ve thought about you every day since my last post on the 26th of last month. Last month! If this doesn’t set the record for time between visits, it has to be close. Did you miss me? Please say yes. It’s not because my brain hasn’t been full of things to tell you, mind. Rather, by the time I drag it out, guzzle the coffee, hit the shower and the road, the quiet time has evaporated.

Mark me: someday I will live the life of the semi-retired and do a stay-at-home job. I’d love to be paid to write, like our RtB fiend (and my writing mentor and overall cool guy) Ross. He might tell you “it’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” and he’d probably be right because many jobs rarely are as glamorous as they seem, but I aspire to that level of independence and, admittedly, forced creativity once in a while. I wonder if he ever feels pressure to be brilliant at dinner when the muse simply isn’t talking. Ross, if you’re reading today, give us a comment, would you?

OK, as mentioned, I’ve had several things to talk to you about, but the “Round Tuit” has eluded me. First — how’s your Labor Day morning coffee going? I overslept this morning (thank you for that 3:30 a.m. trip outside to check the weather, Pax). We had the Js overnight, which was really nice. Speaking of the Js…

Many of you already know from Facebook posts that son Seamus and the Js were in a terrible rollover car accident Saturday, from which they miraculously and inexplicably all walked away with minor injuries. He misjudged the turn into his driveway, and when he jammed on the brakes, they locked. In an effort to turn out of the skid, he hit the ditch and the car propelled itself into a roll and landed on its roof.

The sheriff told Seamus that when he rolled up on the scene, he expected fatalities.

The sheriff told Seamus that when he rolled up on the scene, he expected fatalities.

Eight-year-old Jake was able to free himself from his seatbelt and crawl out the shattered back window. Justin was stuck, hanging from his booster seat, not strong enough to release his seat belt. When Seamus came to, after being smacked in the face with the airbag, he said at first, he didn’t even realize he was hanging upside-down. After a second, he realized what was going on, and went into lifesaving mode. He began shouting the boys’ names and struggling to free himself. He crawled out the broken driver’s side window and pulled Justin to safety through another window. He said the boys were surprisingly calm (likely the shock), and they all three stood looking at the wreckage. The EMTs examined the boys and declared them just bruised up a bit (Jake has a bit of a sore neck, and six-year-old Justin told us that he is “100 percent not injured”; both boys have seat belt burns across their necks), and Seamus had to have a couple stitches above his eye, but otherwise they are — incredibly — unharmed.

Seamus holds a CDL with over 70,000 accident-free miles as a truck driver, and has never been involved in so much as a fender-bender in his personal vehicles. That something like this happened to him of all people scared us in an enormous way, and drove the point home that anything can happen at any time to any one of us. So before you finish reading this: is there anyone in your house you’d like to tell “I love you” to real quick? I’ll wait here.

SO, it’s Labor Day, and who do we have to thank for that? Lessee here…while the real “author” of Labor Day remains a bit of a controversy (two men are credited with its inception in the late 1800s, each named “Maguire” and “McGuire,” interestingly enough), it’s universally agreed that we can thank those nasty, selfish, thuggish labor unions for this day to cook out and be lazy or get stuff done around the house and yard in preparation for fall.

I keed. :-) It’s because of those nasty labor unions that you even have weekends off, or whatever days you take for yourself during your work week. That’s something worth celebrating. Truthfully — and I say this as president of my local teacher union chapter — I wish we didn’t need unions. But what’s been done all those years ago is too far down the line to undo now; we’re stuck with them and we have to make the best of it.

I suppose I should cut this off before I waste away the whole morning. I hope you’re doing exactly what you want to do on this Labor Day. For me, labor resumes tomorrow, but first, lunch with Mavis, some lesson plans and catching up on my recorded Sunday night shows is in order.

Have a great vacation day — fall is around the corner!