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My Twitter Account is Worth …

… well, nothing really.

$300

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But hey man, $300 bucks is $300 bucks, you know? I’ll take it!

Do you Twitter? I do. A lot. Too much, actually. In fact, I often find myself saying SO much about what’s going on with me that writing a blog post after spewing my nonsense on Twitter is rather redundant.

So, I don’t post on my blog.

And I start feeling guilty.

Because this blog o’ mine is my journal – about my life, my thoughts, the funny, off-the-wall humor I find on the Internet. It’s about me – as boring as that sounds (and probably reads).

But Twitter — is a platform that was MADE for me, I think. I like that I only have 140 characters to verbalize my thoughts/feelings. I like that it forces me to be concise, that it forces me to carefully choose my words and the challenge it presents in putting both my statement and my humor out there at the same time. It’s the perfect platform for people who enjoy spewing one-liners.

Like me.

As you all know, I’m rather, erhm, long winded on this blog, so having to stick to that word restriction is so much fun for me.

But am I doing it right? Am I utilizing Twitter to it’s full potential? Is there even a right or wrong way to USE Twitter?

Some people think so.

I see Twitter as a huge party. Everyone is talking at once and though at first, it sounds confusing, there is a certain pattern that emerges if you take a moment to listen.

Or read, as the case may be.

There are tons of conversations going on and I love the fact that Twitter gives you the opportunity to eavesdrop on these conversations and then join them, if one is so inclined. I love the fact that there is SO MUCH DIVERSITY on Twitter – one tweet might be about politics, another about what’s for dinner that evening, another about parenting advice, another about a funny event, another showing a picture of that person’s activities … I love the flurry of activity – it’s hard to get bored on Twitter.

I find it exhilarating that I can be annoyed and/or fired up about a political issue in one tweet and in the very next tweet, talk about something totally unrelated and off-the-wall. I love the see-saw of emotions that accompany each tweet and though it’s exhausting, it’s an adrenaline rush at times (at times).

I tweet because it amuses me. I tweet to connect with people. I tweet to promote my book store. I tweet because it gives me a voice and it’s okay if no one is listening.

The fact that my words are out there, somewhere, floating around are somehow enough for me.

Do you use Twitter? Why or why not? What do you “get” out of Twitter?

Abundant Life

Teaching: Love is Tough (Part Two)

Every Sunday I provide videos and valuable links to the Truth or Tradition teachings. We’ve been following the Truth or Tradition teachings for many years now and they have truly blessed our family. We have found peace and happiness through our beliefs and we walk confidently for God. My hope, by passing on this information to you, is that what you find here, or on the Truth or Tradition website, will guide you to a better, more blessed and abundant life.

If you would like to read my views on religion and how we got started with the ministry, you can read this.

Let’s get started:

Part One

If you have any questions, or would like to learn more about God’s wonderful message, please visit the Truth or Tradition website. You can also keep track of the ministry through their Facebook page, their YouTube Channel, or follow them on Twitter.

Thanks for reading.

(Comments have been turned off. The information is here to inform and bless you. God granted you the gift of free will – take it or leave it).

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Kitchen Saga

Kitchen Saga: And On the Sixth Day, They Had Cabinets

Ladies and gentlemen,

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we have cabinets!!

I’ll blog more about it on Monday. Now? I have to paint and sort through boxes of kitchen junk because there is NO WAY I’m going to allow anything gross and/or ancient back into my new, CLEAN kitchen.

(I have to document every precious moment of this because this will be the cleanest my kitchen will EVER be from this point on, let me assure you.)

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Jazz it Up

(Update from last post: The Internet came back on when I got home from the library – naturally. And it was indeed our service provider. But I can’t complain, because they rarely have problems and it was only down for a few hours so …. life goes on).

I had to get up at 6:00 this morning.

On a Saturday.

While all of my guys got to sleep in.

But I wasn’t bitter because it was for a good cause. Jazz had his first jazz performance of the year today.

Kevin couldn’t go with me, he had to stay at the house to let the cabinet guy in, so it was just me and Jazz. (Dude didn’t go because HELLO, it’s Saturday – nothing short of an earthquake could get that boy out of bed before 10:00 on the weekend).

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It went well. I was a bit annoyed that their conductor had the kids begin before they were even settled, but when you’re on a timetable, you have to make do.

They played three songs. The first one sounded a bit sluggish (probably due to the fact that they were rushed), the second song sounded better and the third song made up for the first. I thought they sounded great and as usual, I was bursting with pride.

I asked Jazz how he thought he did after the performance and he had to be extra hard on himself, of course. He always is after a performance. He was pretty happy with nearly everything, except for the last song when the trumpets came in late (like I would know, but this is what he said). He was also upset because his belt buckle put a few more scratches in his saxophone bell, but you know, we didn’t buy him that black Cannonball so he could look at it, we bought it for him to enjoy and that’s what I told him. This is a magical time period for him and I want him to enjoy every minute of it.

I took a video, of course. I’ll post that whenever I get it online.

He’s got a big festival in Pittsburgh Kansas next weekend. We won’t be going to that but he’s really looking forward to it. He went with his 8th grade class last year and said it was a blast. He really loves jazz and in fact told me today that out of all the band activities that he’s involved with, jazz is his absolute favorite.

It really warms my heart that he has a passion for music and I thoroughly enjoy listening to him play. I hope he continues to pursue music after high school.

Life

It’s Been One of Those Mornings

And when it rains, it pours.

Good grief, this morning has been hectic.

I sign on, go through my morning routine, and then the hounds of hell are released. I can’t get back on the Internet.

Swell. I have clients waiting on me.

So, in between making lunches for the boys, I’m troubleshooting our connection.

Nothing.

I unplug everything, finish making lunches, plug everything back in … nothing.

I plea with Kevin to please FIX IT (because he’s a super whiz and is the best problem solver, EVER), and then leave to take the kids to school.

As I’m walking out of the door, I yell over my shoulder, “If you can’t fix it, don’t stress. I’ll just go to my backup plan!”

My backup plan being the library Internet connection.

I get back from dropping the kids off, still no Internet.

I so don’t have time for this because I’ve got guys coming over to fix my kitchen and I still haven’t taken a shower.

So, I whip through my shower (in record time, I might add) and start making backups of files so I can transfer them to my laptop; I will need to use the Internet connection at the library to upload some client files.

*insert sound of needle ripping across a record here*

But wait. I don’t have Dreamweaver (my website software) loaded onto my laptop.

So, in between putting my war paint on (i.e. makeup), I load Dreamweaver on my laptop.

With each stroke of the mascara wand, I’m clicking buttons and installing files because I NEED to get these files uploaded before my clients get cranky.

I’m expecting the cabinet guy to show up and our new appliances are supposed to be delivered between 8:00 a.m. and noon. I figured, I have time to run up to the library (about two miles from my house), upload my files and race back home before the guys call.

I have a plan, everything is cool.

*takes a deep breath*

I have just finished blow drying my hair when the phone rings, only it’s not who I think it is and glancing at the clock, it’s 8:45 a.m. There is no way I’m going to make it to the library and back before the cabinet guy is scheduled to come (and he’s always on time). So, I’ll just run up to the library after he gets here.

The phone rings again.

It’s the appliance guys, they’re on their way.

The phone rings two minutes later, it’s the cabinet guy, he’s also on his way.

Swell.

I pack up my laptop and am zipping up the backpack when the appliance guys pull up. They’re unloading our goodies when the cabinet guy pulls up.

I’m checking to make sure everything is delivered (four pieces) and signing my life away when they ask me what sort of cord we’ll need for our range.

*crickets*

As usual, I’m clueless and after the guys ask me how old our house is (40 years old), they give me a cord the approximate thickness of a Boa Constrictor and after “have a nice day!” they take off.

(They were actually very nice).

Okay. They’re gone and I only have the cabinet guy to deal with.

(Who’s also very nice).

He grins at me. I grin back and then without a word, we go our separate ways.

I make sure our valuables are hidden (what valuables – I’m totally exaggerating here), tell the cabinet guy I have an errand to run, and here I am, at the library, furiously typing out this entry because I have no idea when our home Internet connection will return.

(Kevin called and said his boss, who also uses the same service that we do, was also having problems, so now I’m thinking it’s not us, but our service. So, I thought I would call our service to see what the heck is going on but since I didn’t have the number, Kevin gave it to me. Only, it was the wrong number, it was the number of our insurance company – that doesn’t help me! So I still need to call them when I get back home).

*takes another deep breath*

I get to the library and am unpacking my laptop when I realize, I forgot to pack the stupid power cord. So, I hurriedly uploaded the files I needed to upload (no grumpy emails – YAY!) and now, I’m 100% focused on writing this out and publishing before my pitiful battery, which was never that great to begin with, conks out on me and you’re left reading half a sente

random stuff

A Visual Representation of My Thoughts on the Obama Health Care Summit

This is what I thought of Obama’s health care “summit” (i.e. – let’s try and convince the American people that it’s really the REPUBLICANS who are the bad guys and OH, don’t you dare disagree with my ideas or I will talk over you and act super arrogant because I’m the PRESIDENT and shut up, I’m talking) yesterday.

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(And yes. This is what happens when I post before I’ve had my morning coffee.)

Kitchen Saga

Kitchen Saga: Drooling Over the Cabinets

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Our cabinet guy arrived about 9:30 this morning and we bombarded him with problems right off the bat.

I mentioned that the tile guy, erhm, sort of tiled our floor crooked, right? Well, the cabinet guy will now have to compensate for that when he puts the cabinets in so that they line up with the grout line.

I don’t think he was too happy about that.

Then he told us that the pipes that Kevin shortened (Kevin chopped the shut-off valves off because they were leaking and it would be easier on the cabinet guy to have them off so he wouldn’t have to knock a huge hole out of the back to make room for the plumbing) were too short – he needed to add another length of pipe to it. So Kevin had an unexpected project that he needed to get done right away and he wasn’t too happy about that because he needed to get back to work, but you know, it is what it is.

Then, the cabinet guy called me in to tell me that the floor was sloped on the opposite wall (naturally) and that that would affect how we put in the back splash. (He just wanted to tell me so we didn’t blame him later).

And in the middle of all of this, Kevin had to shut off the water so he could fix the pipes (I was doing dishes – fun) and I ended up fielding two phone calls at the same time – one from our new appliance guy and one from the charity that we’ve asked to come by and get our old appliances.

I have felt like a juggler living in a fun house today – juggling all sorts of things at the same time and dealing with a crooked house that is giving us nothing but issues, issues, ISSUES!

*SIGH*

I’m so glad this project is nearly finished – I’m sure you’ll be glad, too. 😀

However, I peeked at the work done so far and OMG, I have to tell you, I am LOVING THE CABINETS!!! And I am totally digging the doors. I can’t wait to show you guys. (I’ll take before and after pictures soon.)

Kevin’s dad came over to take a look at our floor last night. We had gone out for some Chinese food and when we returned, he was busy studying our new floor. He’s actually built some houses before so he knows what he’s talking about and is pretty experienced in fixing problems. (Not that that implies he caused problems when he built houses, only that he has experience … oh never mind).

He told us the tile issue wasn’t the worst he’s ever seen (he was probably being nice), but he gave Kevin some ideas on how “they” (I think it made Kevin feel better that his dad was willing to help him out) could fix it. I’m so grateful that J came over because he seemed to calm Kevin down quite a bit.

Kevin doesn’t get upset very often, but when he does, it’s not pretty.

As the tweet above says, we’re pretty sure that whoever built this house was drunk at the time because wow, our kitchen is OFF. It’s off by two inches on one wall and the floor slopes downward on the other wall. So either this old house has done some serious settling or someone had one too many “refreshments” when they were measuring.

Either way, it’s been frustrating to try and work around. All I know is, I don’t know what I would have done without Kevin and his dad – if it had just been me dealing with this issue (HA! Yeah right, I would have moved than deal with a remodeling project like this on my own), I don’t think I could have handled it.

That makes me sound weak, let me rephrase that – I COULD have handled it, but I’d most likely be 10 pounds lighter from the stress if I had.

On second thought, maybe I should take the initiative and take control of this project – I could stand to lose ten pounds.

Anyway, between manipulating the cabinets and fudging the trim a bit, I think we can make this work. No one will be the wiser – well, except for the entire Internet, but you know what I mean.

The big stuff on this project is nearly over. Our new appliances will be delivered tomorrow and once we have our old appliances hauled off, Kevin will be able to use his side of the garage again.

I’m REALLY ready to have my house back. I’m getting pretty tired of having all of these strange men running around. Oh wait, we still have the counter top guys coming in to measure their template – I forgot about them. We’ll be using our old counter top (Kevin made them so we were able to salvage them) in the meantime.

But after THAT, things should slowly start getting back to normal. We plan on painting and doing the back splash last and I can’t wait to “tweak” things a bit and make them look pretty. I’m planning on throwing out a lot of junk and cleaning things up a bit so everything that goes into our new cabinets will be stuff that we actually need and use.

After being in this house for almost 18 years – we have a LOT of crap to get rid of.

Kitchen Saga

Kitchen Saga: ‘Da Floor

And ladies and gentlemen, we have FLOOR!

The tile guys, (it was a father / son combo – how cute, right??) came over on Monday. They finished up late last night. I can’t believe how fast they got it done! They did our kitchen, utility room and the pantry. Kevin cut a hole in our pantry floor so he would have indoor access to our crawl space (clever, right??), and the guy was able to tile that door and make it look uniform with the rest of the floor.

He really did a beautiful job.

Our tile is called “nutmeg” and it looks like the spice – it’s brown with dark swirls. Kevin is not crazy about the swirls, and they’re growing on me, but I think they give it character and I’m okay with it. (The sample we saw didn’t have the swirls. Here’s a tip to anyone shopping for tile – look at more than one square). It also has a “distressed” feel to it and yes, we’re doing our kitchen in “earthy” tones.

Overall, we’re pretty happy with our floor.

There’s only one problem.

It’s not straight.

Apparently, our room is crooked. There is one wall that actually slopes inward and there’s a whole inch difference. Only, the tile guy didn’t realize this until it was too late (he shouldn’t have assumed the room would be all one size – older houses are often crooked due to settling, etc. However, lesson learned on his part). So the tile along that one wall (the left wall in the picture – I cut it off because it’s so embarrassing) are not straight. In fact, they gradually shrink to a sliver by the end of the wall.

To say Kevin was NOT happy would be putting it mildly. See, he’s done tiling – lots of tiling, so he KNOWS how it’s done and he can’t understand why the guy didn’t begin in the middle of the room and work outward as opposed to starting on one wall. It has really bugged and upset him. So today, he called the company we bought the tile from and he, and our tile guy, came over at lunch today to “discuss” it.

Though Kevin had a valid complaint and the guy really needed to see what he did wrong and why it’s unacceptable, I felt sorry for the dude. Here he is, his boss on one side, his customer on the other side and he’s having to juggle both defending himself and admitting he shouldn’t have assumed the room was an even rectangle.

I just awkwardly stood to one side and wished the new floor would suddenly crack and swallow me whole.

At any rate, we’re going to talk to the cabinet guy tomorrow and see if he can’t fudge one side of the cabinets about an inch to make it line up with the floor. And between the cabinets and the fridge, most of that side of the floor will be covered. However, there is one area that will be noticeable and the tile guy said to call him when our cabinets were in and he would come back over and manipulate some trim so that he can hide that one small part that is visible.

I’m honestly okay with this. It’s not the guy’s problem that our room is crooked and even though he might have done things differently, he honestly thought it would look better this way and as I said, the rest of the room just looks fantastic. (Now if this had been an issue along the right wall, then I would have had a BIG problem with it because that side? Will be nearly all open and very visible). And we can cover this – no one will be the wiser. But Kevin is still pretty upset about all of this. THIS is the biggest reason why he does things himself – because he knows it will get done right and will be done to his expectations.

At any rate, we’ll fix this. I’m confident our cabinet guy will get us taken care of (we can’t be the only house that has crooked walls) and it’s going to look fantastic.

I’m expecting the cabinet guy to be here for about three days. We’re going to call our appliance guys so they can deliver our new appliances on Friday.

We found a charitable organization that might take all of our old appliances off our hands, I hope.

In the meantime, we no longer have to walk outside and around the house to get to our fridge, which is in the garage – we can walk on our new kitchen floor and THAT is really satisfying.

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