Living on West Tulsa Time

I just love this picture

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From http://www.therealmartha.com/WARWhatisAm/CrazyComputerLady_blank.jpg

Whomever created that for the website was very creative.

posted by Debbysewn @ 9:34 AM 0 comments

I just scarred G-man for life

We were watching "Cloud" on PBS. There is a portion where a stallion kills an ailing foal. G-man freaked out. He has been in my lap for the last half hour. Some times crying, often asking questions and begging me to make it better. Make the pony better. I had forgotten that segment. I was in the bathroom when I heard the lead in and didn't get back to the tv in time. Poor boy, he saw how vicious life can be at 4 years old.



But Tiger doesn't care as long as I feed him when he's ready.

posted by Debbysewn @ 1:10 PM 0 comments

I'm so glad I don't live in my dreams

I never wanted to live in a South Fork or Spaulding Mansion setting. I was in one during my quiet time after Eddie and the kids got up. I was trapped living in this house with wives of Eddie's brother's and cousins. We had a driver to take us on outings and to "work", family approved charity work. I awoke trying to close a blind on a window that isn't there.

The boys wouldn't be able to do this if we did live like that.

posted by Debbysewn @ 9:05 AM 0 comments

This house, Omstead and my day sucked

the property manager called this morning so I asked her about the appliance repair order. She called Omstead Services then called back and gave me their phone number. I called to talk to the scheduler, she was at lunch, which I knew was BS. I thought no way am I going to wait around all day for her to avoid calling me so I called back just to get on the list. Finally I got to talk to Denise. She said "I've called and called." I told her she "did not, her number would be on my caller id and she should have been smart enough to leave a message on the voicemail." To that she replied, "well it rang 3 times then I had to catch another call" Meaning she's too busy to be bothered by leaving a voicemail. Then she says, "I'll try to get Barry out there I think he has the sniffer on the truck." She asked for an alternate number I gave her 828/0408 she said "I have your cell phone number give me another number. I told her that was my home number then she compared numbers---She had the wrong number 826/0408. Idiot. She put my workorder in the stack of to be handled right away. Then she called back to verify the number and said they would call me sometime this week. UH UNH, no, I wanted some one today.
Troy- the owner called back. He proceeded to ask me why they should come out because "all gas stoves emitt carbon monoxide" I told him because there's a gas leak. Then he told me to call a plumber. It's in the stove and I told him so. Then he says are you sure. Yes I'm sure they says it's emitting carbon monoxide and natural gas. He argued with me about whether you can smell carbon monoxide. I started yelling at him to shut the f up and listen to me. Then I told him about getting sick, calling 911, the Fire department and OKla. Nat. Gas coming out here what the pink tag on the stove says and that it's not coming from the pipes it's coming from the stove. I told him I was really sick from this and could not wait another week. I'm running out of things to microwave.He hung up on me.
Hank a service man called said they would be here in a few minutes--an hour ago. I told him I needed my stove back because this is affecting my blood sugar. But they just don't care. No one is answering the phone now.

I could just scream. I've been cussing like a sailor ever since. I can't find the tag that they put on the stove. G-man was playing race car with his milk at lunch and spilled it. Tiger rubbed Miracle Whip in his eye and has been screaming hysterically off and on since. Even in his sleep.

It's not a good day for me, to say the least. Even my phone bill is screwed up. It really sucks.

All these things are interrupting my soaps. I'm going nuts. My memory is really giving me trouble. I know this is all tied in to my Natural Gas exposure. I have to have a repeat glucose test and I hate that it's the 3 hour test. GRRRRRRRRRR

The repair guy is here finally and just doesn't get it that a gas stove can emit gas other than having a pilot light out. Why does it seem that everyone are idiots today?

posted by Debbysewn @ 1:08 PM 0 comments

What Crochet Means to Me

Crochet to me means security. The secure feeling of happy memories from mychildhood snuggled under a buttery yellow afghan made specifically for me bymy Grandmother. I can be secure in my history of creative and ingenious menand women when I touch the wooden hook my grandmother's father made for herduring the Depression. Crochet has its rewards in my family as well. Often aproject could excite my mentally ill and severely depressed mother. Her need for completion would infect our creative spirits and revive her connection to the family. There is nothing more secure to a preteen in rehab than the crocheted tiny rose mailed to me. A touch of home in a coldinstitutional surrounding. A reminder that my beloved bushes are waiting for me to emerge like the first buds of spring. I can come home and be welcomed by all. The warmth of a snagged and scruffy crochet cap worn by mygrandfather to hunt in, my uncle during chemo and my husband to play. I also know I will never be naked or cold because I can fashion warmth out of wisps of cotton, fur or grass through crochet.

posted by Debbysewn @ 4:23 PM 0 comments