B-52

today i am 18, with 34 years experience. i be 52.

B-52 Stratofortress – United States Nuclear Forces

Air Combat Command’s B-52 is a long-range, heavy bomber that can perform a variety of missions. The bomber is capable of flying at high subsonic speeds at altitudes up to 50,000 feet (15,166.6 meters). It can carry nuclear or precision guided conventional ordnance with worldwide precision navigation capability.

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How to: tips and tricks: How to make a Flaming B52 Shot

HOW TO MAKE A FLAMING B52: SHOT RECIPE
A B52 is a great shooter to drink on a winters afternoon – it warms the belly and puts fire in your heart! This shot is very easy to make once you learn how to properly layer the liquids.
B52 Shot Ingredients
- 10 ml Kahlua coffee liqueur
- 10 ml Irish cream liqueur
- 10 ml Grand Marnier
- Layer in the order given in shot glass.
Step 1
Pour the Kahlua into a shot glass
Step 2
Gently pour the Baileys over the back of a teaspoon to form a layer on top of the Kahlua – this is your classic B52
Step 3
To make a Flaming B52, add to the shot by pouring Grand Marnier over the back of a teaspoon to form a layer on top of the Baileys
Step 4
Turn off the lights and light the shot
Step 5
Serve immediately

52 —

52 weeks in a year

52 cards in a deck, plus a joker

52 white keys on a piano

A comic series from DC Comics entitled 52

atomic number of tellurium

 

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like a bandit

i certainly got some nice stuff this year. the beau rather showered me with gifts. a beautiful little glass dragon to go with my growing collection, and a beanie baby zebra (the character from ‘madagascar’) to add to my zebra collection. a new bottle of esté lauder spellbound, my favorite and signature scent. yet another gaming system, a ninetento ds. my mother sent me a black velvet cape with a red velvet lining. and a co worker of the beaus gave us a set of mel brooks classics and a couple of games for the beaus psp. what spoils!

i always feel i little twinge when i am so blessed with things, i think of the the people i share this planet with who dont have. im not being all righteous, and i dont feel guilty for being blessed. i would just like to bring everyone into my blessed state. there is more than enough to go around, and always has been. the God who created this planet is the God of more than enough, the God of abundance.

now today we have a forecast of 71º and thunderstorms. crazy weather pattern this year. i put our turtle outside. he has been spending time in a box because the beau likes to keep a turtle in the yard during the warm months. kramer, who we had for over ten years, and who died during the ice storm last year even though he was inside in a cage, was our resident turtle before. he had such personality, and was mostly friendly. this crazy ninja turtle is a different kind, and has a cranky temperament. we still like him, but we dont try to pet his head. we like our fingers too.

so i think we will be staying in today, most likely playing video games. did i mention i got two more games for ps3? the new prince of persia, and dead space. good thing i dont have to do homework anymore. id never get it done. have to tell the teacher i lost in space, or a sand monster got it …. never mind.

and just so you know, i havent lost the meaning of Christmas just because i revel in all my stuff. quite the contrary. i revel in the abundance of blessings that are mine through the covenant i have with God. these blessings came at a high price to Him, and reach far beyond the tangible items i enjoy. they also include health, protection, peace, and joy (which is my strength). they include a security in my ultimate future as well as my temporal present. these are things that carry me through the hard times when i face trials. the stuff can come and go, and there is always more where they came from. but the intangible things i never lose, and are the reason i have access to the stuff.

now let me leave you with a thought. God has given us great prosperity as part of the covenant. but no one said you have to keep it all.

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does she still live here?

its been so long since i posted, it must seem as though im not coming back. i have, however, no intentions of abandoning my post. i have been otherwise occupied over the last few months, preparing my garden for winter, buying christmas gifts to get them mailed early, and contending with an old computer tower that was having an aneurysm. the computer problem was the biggest hindrance to posting, though. it began to click off, and then come right back on again. occasionally at first, and then with more frequency, until it was doing it sometimes 6 or 7 times in a row. this made posting, and listing on our ebay site, impossible.

we now have a new tower, and we purchased a new flat screen monitor a while back, so we are well off now. it was a good time to get a new tower, because the bugs in vista seem to be fixed. it seems fine so far.

right now my son and daughter in law, and my new granddaughter, are sleeping in my living room. we flew them out for thanksgiving, as our christmas gift to them. i havent seen my baby boy since the wedding two years ago, and this is my first time seeing the baby. she is such a good baby too. and looks like her daddy. the girls in my family usually do look like their fathers. the boys in turn look like their mothers. the last time my son was here, he was just about to turn 18, and we lived in a tiny apartment with 3 windows. now we have a house with about 1600 sq ft, and he is 30. seems like no time has gone by, just the same.

i will be posting pictures after the holiday. they will be here today and tomorrow, and fly back early saturday morning. i will tell you all about it then. in the mean time, i will be soaking in every moment.

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bling

i have waited30 years for this. it isnt for the status, as i couldnt care less about prestige. it is for the beauty. having a ring on my finger has always been natural for me. like it belongs there. i have had cheaper ones before, that in the end seemed to truly reflect the relationship that they represented. where are they now? lost, hocked for little return, given away.

this one isnt cheap. and it isnt coming off.

and yes, im bragging a little.

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finally!

 

 

finally a magazine i can sink my teeth into! its nice to see there really are magazines that cater more to my line of interest. and after looking through the latest bazaar, i find gothic isnt anymore bizarre. after looking through the most recent vogue, i feel that gothic is less vague. certainly, the styles might be darker, but they arent any stranger, than the current fashion on the runway or in the ads. but probably more wearable.

of course the beau, who got it for me, had to have it ordered. but hey, if this is available, then maybe gothic living is available too.

speaking of dark, we went to see ‘the dark knight’ friday. it was superb, and the late heath ledger was brilliant in his role as the joker. im sad there wont be another with him in it. reminds me of ‘the crow’, with brandon lee, who also gave an awesome performance, but died way too soon and didnt even get to finish the movie. crap.

i have always been a batman fan. its about the only mainline comic book character that i ever really liked. i like the whole gotham city world. the characters are all regular people, all from this time. the hero, though dark and brooding, is very human. rather than super powers, he uses his mind, his athletic ability, and his money to give him an edge. and his incorruptible morals. the villains are all human as well. though they may have been changed into something more sinister by chemical mishaps, or they may use them as tools of their trade, they too use their twisted intellect and physical abilities to do their deeds. only catwoman borders on the mystical. in short, they are all more on this level than most other comic book characters.

im looking forward to the next one.

im so looking forward to the end of hot weather. tomorrow september begins, and maybe with it the decline of the ‘hot but feels like much hotter’ heat index. sigh. i miss my ocean.

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today, the yard …

tomorrow the world. well … may next weekend …

i finally got into the yard to tend to the plants, pull a few weeds and vines, thin out the ornamental grass that i guess isnt going to take no for an answer. the beau also bought a pair of grass sheers for me, because there are some places you just have to do by hand.

the first thing i did was clip the old buds off the roses. there were a few vines making their way on the outer most bush, and when i went to pull it off, i found aphids. ack!  with all their poison tipped thorns, a rose has no defense against aphids. funny how they were only on the vine and not on the rose bush at all. maybe i got it in time. funny color too. ive never seen yellow aphids. only lime green ones.

i only did the front last evening. the back will take the greater part of the day, so that we will get started on later today. the honey suckle jungle from next door has crept over into my yard. its gone way wild over there, and has become a breeding house for mosquitoes and a sanctuary for rats. thats going to get some attention. the main work for the back will be trimming, pruning, and hedging. i like that kind of work. the little detail trimming is actually much harder.

i am happy to report i have honey bees visiting the spider plant on my front porch, both for the nectar in the blossoms, and the spilled humming bird food from the feeder above it. there are quite a few humming birds too.

yesterday just as we were approaching the last turn to our house from an outing, we were surprised by a peregrine falcon swooping down right in front of the car, seemingly in slow motion, and then gliding up into the trees in the yard of the house on that corner. i saw his eyes, and the feathers on his belly. i wish i could have gotten a picture, but it wasnt to be. still, i have a record of it in my head forever.

i once saw an eagle do the same thing somewhere in nebraska as i traveled back from north carolina with my unborn son. that was a while back.

im so pleased with the unusual temperatures this year. its much cooler than is normal for august and early september. still humid, but bearable. the ragweed isnt as bad as it usually is as a result.

with all this, i still have the pacific northwest in my sights. that will never change.

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sun struck and alarmed

saturday i worked in the yard some.  it was a beautiful morning, and cool. unseasonably cool. so i went out to the shed to get a few things, a shovel, some potting soil … and of course there was no way into the shed. so i moved a coil of some old cord, and crashing down came one of the shelves that had way too much stacked on it. nothing broke, and nothing hit me.

ok fine.

so i took everything out of the shed, and rearranged it in my customary organizational way … which took about an hour. the shed is always hot. its probably hot in the winter. and saturday morning was no exception. i got pretty warm getting it all sorted, but it was started, and i need to be able to get in and get things safely.

then i began my work on one of the flower beds in the back yard. it took a couple more hours in the rapidly increasing heat – at least i was in the shade of the house, but it was still hot – to clean out the weeds, dig up as many old bulbs as i could find, and add potting soil to freshen up the bed. plus giving the dog two hose downs because she wanted to help me dig, and wanted to lay in the cool dirt. then i planted 29 marigolds, and the two mosquito plants. and a few flower seeds. when i came in i was seriously hot. i still had some energy to help the beau a little with his project of getting some large containers of stuff up into the attic, and getting down some stuff for ebay.

i felt tired, and my head hurt i little, but i wasnt burned or anything. when i got up sunday morning, i felt the effects of having over done it a bit.

summer 1, me 0.

we had had a thunderstorm during the night, and there had been a surge, which apparently ‘adjusted’ the security alarm. eh heh heh. so when i opened the back door, instead of getting the normal beep beep to let me know i needed top disarm it, it simply went off.

its very loud.

the beau was up in a flash. well, he wanted to get up early anyway …

they called the land line first. we never answer that one. its there for the fax and the internet. i told them that when the sales guy was here, and when the installation guy was here.

then they called the beaus cell, which was turned off. he always turns his phone off at night. i told them that too.

sigh …

then they called the police. then they called me. so i told them what happened, and the proper sequence of numbers to call in case the alarm is tripped, and they called the police again not to come. the last time i was in a house where the alarm was tripped, it was in a house i was cleaning with another woman. she got the disarm code wrong, and couldnt remember the password, so the police came out with their weapons drawn. that was fun.

so the weekend was, um, eventful. i was pretty tired from saturdays heat, so after the alarm snafu i laid low all day sunday. the sun apparently really kicked my butt, because i felt slightly ill all day, with a slight headache and fatigue. fatigue is something i rarely experience.

i guess i will do my yard work in the early morning or later in the evening from now on.

im so not fond of summer here.

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dis•re•gard

re·gard

transitive verb  (past and past participle re·gard·ed, present participle re·gard·ing, 3rd person present singular re·gards)

Definition:

1. consider somebody or something: to think of somebody or something as having a particular nature or quality or a particular role or function
I regard his gift as an apology.

2. have feelings in relation to something: to have a particular feeling toward somebody or something
At first they regarded the idea of early retirement with horror.

3. judge somebody or something: to have an opinion as to the quality or worth of somebody or something
I regard her highly.

4. look at somebody or something: to look at something or somebody steadily or attentively
regarded the photograph with interest

5. be about something: to be about or concerned with something
This memo regards your performance review.

dis·re·gard

transitive verb  (past and past participle dis·re·gard·ed, present participle dis·re·gard·ing, 3rd person present singular dis·re·gards)

Definition:

1. ignore somebody or something: to ignore or pay no attention to somebody or something

2. treat somebody or something disrespectfully: to treat somebody or something with contempt or without respect

noun 

Definition:

neglect: a lack of attention or respect

something it really hate is to be disregarded. i would rather be insulted than treated with disregard. at least when someone insults you they acknowledge you. but when they disregard you, they act as if you arent there, or have nothing to contribute. its more infuriating than being slapped in the face.

i recently encountered this attitude from a salesperson at a carpet and flooring store. i had gone in with the beau in may to purchase a remnant for my dining room. i had bought a remnant in december for the bedroom, and had it cut and bound, and was happy with the carpet and the whole experience. the salesperson i had then informed us there was a service available to have the piece bound. makes the carpeting tight around the edges, instead of all frayed and loose. thats why i came back to this same store, because it was a pleasant experience.

the next time we came in, it was to see if they still had the other roll, like the one i had bought before. they did, and we told this salesperson what we wanted. he acted from the very start as though it was a chore to take care of this. it was may 3rd, and he said he would call when our carpet was ready. he didnt, so we called, a week later. on may 10th we picked up the bound piece that was for the dinning room, and i asked the office manager (our salesperson wasnt there that day) to please have the 4′x12′ leftover piece bound too. he said fine, and we left the store.

three weeks went by, and finally i called to inquire about my piece of carpet. i talked to my salesperson, who in a sleepy, disinterested voice said the guy who does the binding was on a week of vacation, and when he came back my carpet would get done. it should be ready in about a week, and he would call me. he said he would take care of it.

three more weeks go by and im near the store, but its raining hard so i dont stop in. tow more weeks go by, and its saturday, and the beau and i go in to get our carpet. the salesperson says he doesnt know where it is first, and then that the binder is going on vacation and when he gets back …

we both get upset at this point. the beau confronts the office manager, and i join him because the salesperson has devolved into mumbling incoherently, and looking at my receipt. im starting to wonder about him. the office manager, instead of trying to help us, gets defensive. the beau is angry and wanting to do all the talking. no one is considering what i am saying at all.

well, after a promise from the beau to call the better business bureau and lodge a complaint, we get a promise that it will be found and will be there monday. when i call monday evening, i get the office manager and am told its gone. no one can find it. he at least offers to try to replace it, so i will hold him to that.

but in the end, i cant help feeling like he really only wants to avoid the complaint to the BBB, and really doesnt want to hear what i think of the whole mess. the mumbling salesperson just isnt right. and i feel disregarded. at least the beau listens to me. but when hes angry about something, my logical analysis gets brushed over.

this is more of a rant than anything. its not that im wounded. its just a burr under my saddle, so to speak. a really prickly burr.

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something

i had some things to write about. there were a few things in my head throughout the day yesterday that i felt i wanted to put here. then, as often seems to happen, i get here and cant think of what they were. sigh.

i miss my time here, i know that. i miss getting here on a regular basis with things to say, and time to catch up on what everyone else is saying. i fear being forgotten about because im absent so much. but honestly, part of the challenge is drawing a blank when i do sit down to write. and part of the challenge is finding it hard to to focus. its been a while since i could read for more than ten minutes at a time. i have a thinking that it could be because we have been so busy at work – and i do a lot of reading at work. i sort out the faxes, so i have to read what they are to know where to deliver them. i sort out the mail, so i have to see what is junk, what is patient labs reports or doctors notes, what is patient payments and what is insurance payments, and what is invoices, and go through all the magazines sent to the doctors. at least i dont have to read all this, i just have to scan it enough to know what it is. then i have to take all the faxed referrals and scan them to see who is being referred for what, and check to see if they have been to our office before, fill out the intake sheet, enter the information in the computer and make the appointment, unless it has to go up to the doctor for review first. then i have to make the chart and send the forms to the patient. i also have to call all the patients for the next office day and try to confirm their appointment, and go through all the next day superbills and see if any of the insurances require an authorization, and stamp them for the date of the visit. while im doing all this, i have to check in the patients when they start arriving, and check them out when they leave, taking their copays, and making their next appointment. sometime during the day i also have to enter the previous days charges and payments. and even though i am not the phone receptionist, i have to answer the phone a lot, or take calls for appointments and new patient referrals. we have been so busy the last few months that i am just fried by the end of the day.

i still have to drive across town and pick up the beau from his job, and sometimes we have to stop by the postal office on the way home. i feed the cats and the dog when we get here, and clean up whatever they might have done during the day. then there is laundry to get going, maybe find time for something to eat, and a little yard work just to do something physical. by 8pm i try to get into the shower, and then go sit in front of the television for some down time. the beau takes care of our ebay enterprises after work, and so is on the computer in the evenings quite a bit anyway. my main time is about an hour in the mornings before we leave, and on weekends.

so here it is the weekend, and i am at a loss for what to say. i havent had time to have any issues to deal with. maybe thats a good thing. i have started to read ‘boundaries‘, a book loaned to me last week by one of the nurses i work with. so far i have read the first chapter, but it has me hooked. if i can just sit down this weekend, i might get more of it read.

i might get really ambitious and work on my long neglected spanish too.

this year i have had more issues with my eyes than before – they burn a lot. i think with all the rain we have had there is more something in the air that is bothering me. that doesnt make reading any easier. i used to read a lot as a child. in spite of being hyper and dyslexic. i miss it. i used to write a lot more too.

its nice having a three day weekend, i really needed the break. we arent doing a lot. yesterday i just hung out most of the day, and when it cooled down outside a bit i put more mulch on my flower beds, and washed the front room windows and the glass on the front door.

i think i will try to get the brackets up for the shelves in this room. its the only room thats a mess, albeit an organized mess. there just isnt any place to put stuff, so its kind of all over. its my goal to remedy that this weekend. once the brackets are up, we can see how we want the shelves placed, and then actually get them put up too. that will be a good thing.

so, finally a post, about something. and a weekend to recharge. feels good.

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the question

has the climate changed in the office, or is it just me? well, it only seems that way with one person, so i dont want to behave as though it were everyone. so maybe it isnt just me then. not my imagination, and perhaps not my subconscious doing.

a couple of weeks ago i played a video at work of a ventriloquist with a very funny puppet for the girls at work who hadnt seen it. the puppet is a dead suicide terrorist, and the act deals with terrorist racism, but in such a funny way. the office manager was among those watching and laughing as much as the rest of us. we laughed at the fun made of muslim extremists. we laughed at the fun made of an anorexic celebrity, and the suggestion that another was gay. we laughed when certain muslim beliefs were joked about. we laughed when the jews were the target of the jokes. but when pedophilic priests were brought up, the room went dead silent. two or three of the women i work with are catholic, and two of them were among those watching the online video. one of them was the office manager. her demeanor toward me hasnt been the same since. i really think she was personally offended.

the thing is, catholicism wasnt made fun of. pedophilia among a well known religious leadership was. and why was it ok to laugh about other peoples religious beliefs, especially when it was the belief itself that was the joke, but not ok to laugh at the abuse of power by leaders in another belief system, when their beliefs werent even in the equation? why was it ok to laugh about anorexia and homosexuality, but not pedophilia? these same women would not hesitate to laugh about non catholic christian leaders who have been publicly reprimanded for misusing organizational funds.

of the two women who didnt like the joke about pedophilic priests, only the office manager has changed her attitude towards me. and i didnt write the guys material, i just played the video because overall it was a pretty funny gig. the other one hasnt changed towards me that i can tell.

truth is, the office manager hasnt been herself since she came back from her last vacation. the general consensus is that its her daughter that is on her mind. she has a daughter that has an addiction to alcohol. given what ive heard over time, i sort of wonder if she is bipolar. i know it wears on her mother deeply, and has been going on for years. her mother is broken hearted over it. i feel for her, because being a mother i can understand what it must be like.

id like to reach out and just turn the whole thing around for her.

still, its hard working with her with this weight on her, because its making her a little crazy.

guess im just rambling on. this started out on one direction, and as often happens, has worked itself into a whole other light. thats what i like about talking things out.

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