Interesting Tidbits...

I have several topics and tidbits I wanted to talk about, so I'll bullet each one, there may not be rhyme or reason to how I get these out here, but they've been floating around in my head...

• The other day at mom's house, Ben's girlfriend, Tish, decided to show me her tattoo, and tell me that "Yeah, it hurts, but the spider bites hurt worse." Yes, she was sporting a new tattoo, a Raven, with a ribbon underneath that says "Lenore." Also on her lower back, where the tattoo is, (really too high for a tramp stamp, but I'm sure that's what it meant to be) were these little red spots and bumps. Whether or not they were spider bites, who knows. She did however tell me not to say anything to Sue (my mom) about the tattoo, because, in her words, "She did not feel like being bitched at." Little does she know, Mom is all knowing. Mom may not know exactly what is on her back, or for that matter how much it cost her (Two and a Quarter--and if you have to really ask how much that is, well, you're more naive than you should be...), but mom knows, she ALWAYS knows. (PS, I did not tell mom, I can't help it if she does read my blog though...).
• James and I had a nice dinner on our anniversary. It wasn't anything terribly special, but it was just the two of us, and he made me laugh at stuff he said or did. Then we went to Michael's Arts and Crafts where I picked out my present (J decided it's just easier to get things for me that way, at least then I get exactly what I want... Not that he doesn't want to get me something, and not that I don't appreciate his effort and thought, it's just I end up taking back whatever he got me it seems. I did that to him on my birthday this year too. I know I suck!). Then we went to see baby Dean Anthony Campbell. I had seen him the day or two before but James hadn't so we stopped by Alicia and Michael's to see baby Dean. Baby Dean looks like his Uncle Butch with a receding hairline. And well, he's got a great set of lungs for only being a month old!
• Okay, tell me, why a Gay Phone Book? I mean this is Utah... For heavens sake! I might understand if it were San Francisco... But I don't think they even have an exclusively gay phone book out there, it's just the phone book. Plus, out there, if you cannot tell who is or isn't, well, it's okay, maybe, you're probably not paying attention, or your gay-dar is off. But here, I suppose it is more difficult to tell, because there are some people who chose to hide it or try to hide from it, I am not sure which. But I know it is totally possible to get along--I mean I know some very nice people who would be considered gay or consider themselves gay, but that doesn't mean they need to have their very own phone book. I guess I just figure if the phone book is good enough for me it is good enough for them. To me it is their own way of perpetuating segregation and bigotry by pointing out the obvious... Maybe it's just me.
• Oh hey, they British opera singer, on the Britain's Got Talent--what a voice! I can tell you though, here in the USofA, no way would an opera singer win on America's Got Talent... For some reason, we just don't have any taste.
• Which brings up the whole OJ Simpson thing--him complaining about how much media attention Paris Hilton is getting for her current jail time stint. Um, as J would say, hello pot, my name is kettle... Or something like that.
• I'm still looking for work, I was telling Dad on the phone yesterday (Father's Day), that once you cut out the stuff you really don't want to do, it doesn't leave much else to do do or apply for. Oh well... I'll get a job hopefully soon.
• I've got to get ready for bed, I am trying to reset my internal clock, and Jay Leno is just starting, I should get my jammies on so I can try going to sleep after headlines is over.

Until next time... (and please comment on my various ramblings...I'm interested in what you think too...)

Update on James (and a small vent)

The following is a copy of an email I sent out, but I thought I'd post here as well.

I wanted to take the opportunity to let you know that James is home from the hospital. He got out on Monday, and while his PFTs aren't up as great as they've been in the past, they are up from when I took him to the ER two weeks prior. His PFTs are in the upper 60s. He still is having some tenderness on the left side of his body, which is where it really hurt when he went in. I am not sure if all of you knew that part of his upper right lung was partially collapsed due to the infection according to the doctor. But that didn't hurt him, like he had always thought a collapsed lung would hurt. But he is feeling better and he is taking some opportunity to rest up some before going back to both jobs.

Speaking of his jobs, he was thrown quite a curve-ball when he went back to work Tuesday. He went in, and the one owner, Micky, called him to her office. She told him he had a bunch of mistakes (things he actually had nothing to do with because she was putting some of what happened while he was gone on him), all kinds of issues, she said the parts room was disgusting (okay first it's a parts room in-between two shops where they work mechanically on industrial equipment), she has all sorts of unrealistic goals, but basically this is what else she told him. They hired someone else to replace him while he was gone. Now you need to understand, the day after he was admitted to the hospital and I had called his employers to tell them where he was, they placed an ad in the newspaper for his position. Mom saw the ad and called me. Not totally knowing what to do, we went to Ace Rents to ask them about it. I thought it would be better to go in person than to just phone them. So we went, and the owner, Sid, and his daughter, Shauntae, both said, James' job was not in jeopardy and he would be able to come back and work there as long as he could. So it boils down to them lying to my mother and myself when they said he had a job to come back to and that his position was not in jeopardy. Now back to the day he returned, Micky, told him all of this, and said he could continue to work there part time, but he would not have insurance. She said he could take the rest of the day off, come home and talk with me to decide what to do.

On his way home, dreading having to come home to tell me, he saw a tire place in Pleasant Grove that was hiring. He knows two of the guys there, so he stopped in and asked what positions they were hiring for. They told him, and he filled out an application, he spoke with the manager, Jack, and they hired him on the spot, YAY. So then he came home to break all of this to me.

Yes, I was ticked, to say the least about Ace Rents, how they treated him, how they lied to me and mom, etc. But I was more than grateful for the fact that he was hired at Fackler Tire in Pleasant Grove. Mom was beyond ticked off when we went to her house and told her, but James made her stay in the car and behave when we had to stop back by Ace so he could pick up his cot, sleeping bag, and pillow (he used to nap during his lunch hour) and drop off some papers he had for them and let them know he wasn't going to be staying. Mom and I both stayed in the car and behaved, doesn't mean we might be mean some other time though... (Insert evil laugh/grin here).

So, all things considered, it's been quite a roller coaster ride around here... Add to that the rotten cretin that calls himself a "doctor" of psychology who is hell bent on making J's life miserable until he can get all of this counseling nightmare behind us, and this week has been just plain crummy!!!

I'm still not working, but I am looking, and looking a little bit harder.

Thanks to all of you who kept us in your prayers. I know it is because of your prayers and care and concern that James was helped to heal. I know it is because of much of your faith that we are blessed, and I wanted to take this opportunity to thank you.

Love, B-Jo

Thanks for taking the time to listen to me vent some too. It's nice to have a place to do that. I am beyond frustrated with the psych-o-logist, as I feel like he makes our life utterly miserable and I think it's his greed and his own disgusting lusts that allow him to get off on what his "clients" tell him about their issues. Stupid jerk anyway...

Sorry for the ickiness I am spewing, but I have to get this out.

Until later...

James is Home

I wanted to log in here and let everyone know...

James is home from the hospital!!!!!

His PFTs aren't up as high as they really should be, and they did an x-ray today to make sure the pneumonia was gone from his lungs. They said he should be okay. In some ways I am a little wary, but I'll keep an eye on him to make sure he stays healthy.

Hopefully, he'll be well for a while. He has a clinic appointment scheduled for July 16. It's the follow-up for this stay in the hospital. He got the first shot in the series for the Hep-A & B immunizations. He'll get the second booster shot at his clinic visit (it's just Hep-B) and then five months after that he will get the third shot (which has both A & B in it). Evidently, Hep-B is three shots but Hep-A is only two. I got Hep-B shots in Casper while I was working for the school district.

In other news, we stopped to see Daryl on our way home from the hospital. He just got out from a chemo treatment and was getting ready to nap some when we stopped. Of course, if we had actually left the hospital at the time James had requested, we would've left at 10 AM, instead of leaving at 2:30 PM!! Argh, leaving the hospital is so difficult sometimes!!!

Anyway, I did three cakes over the weekend. Busy, busy! I hope to get them posted on the Sweet Sue/Honey B Blog soon. They turned out fairly well.

I guess I should go eat some dinner, since I made it. Jambalaya, it's what James wanted. I told him I would make it when he got home. So I did. Hopefully, it turned out as well as it did the first time I made it.

I will post again soon, until then...