Mothers in Law

Originally published 12/3/2007

I hate mother-in-law jokes. They make wonderful women look bad.

My former mother in law, Janie Palmer, passed away last night after a courageous battle with cancer. She stayed with us a lot longer than her DRs said she would. I figured that. She was a tough cookie and I loved her dearly.

When I divorced her son, who is the father of my daughters, she told me "Just because you divorced Ronald, doesn't mean you divorced us. You are still family." This was about 25 years ago and I still have not forgotten those words. The kindest words ever spoken to me.

The only consolation I have is that she is no longer in pain.

I love you Janie. And I will miss you.

Debbie's MySpace Blog | blahblahblah

Debbie's MySpace Blog | blahblahblah: "dang I am not so bad after all!"

Upon leaving MySpace. Maybe. Or just ignoring it.

I'm not entrenched enough in the 21st century to figure out the intricacies of MySpace. Also, there are a lot of dumbass kids on there. Quite a few great people, but mostly dumbass kids.
So, I'm going to start copying over some of my blog from there to here. Don't want to lose them. Occasionally I will have minute flashes of what I like to call brilliance.

Texting and Driving

Austin City Council members are "mulling" on whether or not to ban texting and driving. Needs to be shown at every Driver's Ed, every high school, every teen who drives OR rides with another teen. Even if you think "My child would NEVER do that", make them watch.
I'm trying to make the link work...you may have to copy and paste into your browser.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG7cPOE8uQQ

Nobody Loves Me, Everybody Hates Me!

Wow. Classmates.com. Always emailing me telling me that I have 1 (or 2 or 3) friend(s) looking for me. have often been tempted to fork over my Visa # to join. Glad I didn't. I would have found out nobody loves me..blah, blah. Evidently, they are in a world o' trouble for fraudulent business practices. Seems as if people who actually join the "Gold Club" find out NO ONE is looking for them. And Classmates.com actually tacks on additional fees. Check on consumeraffairs.com.

Anyway, to make this even more interesting, I had the oddest experience last night. Followng is my post on consumeraffairs.

I don't know where to begin! I have 2 Yahoo accounts. One is a regular account, one is a "dump" account for places where I am sure I will get junk email. I am the only one who knows about the "dump" account. I rarely go there, but last night, decided I would clean it out. There were about 1600 messages. I sorted by Sender. I eventually got to Classmates.com. I saw about 79 messages, all referring to someone named Blake. (NOT my name and I'm female). Now mind you, my classmates registration is not this dump account. I clicked on one of the links as I am nosy. It actually brought me to the profile page of Blake WITHOUT A FREAKING PASSWORD! That said, I do know a Blake and have worked with him for maybe a year. And this is the Blake whose profile I actually got into. There is no way he would know my dump account name. Again, NO ONE but me knows it. He is not a boyfriend, we are simply coworkers and, to my recollection, have never even discussed Classmantes.com I have not contacted classmates yet. I did find a direct number, and will be calling it but will not be giving them info they can use to cover their tracks.

I guess my point of this is that if this happened to Blake, this could happen to anyone. And it could be that the person who gains access to your CM account WITHOUT A PASSWORD could cause all kinds of meanness. It could happen to me, it could happen to you, if you are a member of classmates.com.

Not that I am a conspiracy theorist or anything,

IF by some snowball's chance in hell Palin ran and got elected, has anyone noticed that is would coincide with the "end of days" in the Mayan culture? Palin elected 11/12 and less than 2 months later, BOOOM! we all gets it in the end. So to speak.

And has anyone noticed that SArah PalIN (SA and IN) is kind of like SATAN? Obviously without the T and the I becomes an A.

ALSO, Sarah's birthday is 2/11/1964. Numerologically speaking, that adds up to 6!

Her birth name, Sarah Louise Heath has 16 letters. There's that other "6" folks. Or you can look at it as Sarah Heath Palin. Fifteen letters. (5+1=6)

She was one of 4 siblings, 2 parents. Yet another 6!

At least 3 sixes.

I wonder if I shall be sued by her sharky little lawyer-boys. They evidently want to open a can of whupass on anyone saying anything negative about their little princess.

Not that I am a conspiracy theorist or anything.

But maybe I should be. After all, if a wannabe presidential candidate can sic her lawyers on someone exercising their right to free speech, maybe I should worry. It's OK to carry a gun, but not to speak? Worrisome is exactly what it is.


Folks. Before anyone starts going off on a rant, the above is meant to be tongue-in-cheek. It shows how a person can take minutiae and warp it to suit their own viewpoint.

Six is not that much worse than three.

I honestly did not know how I was going to adapt to having SIX kids under the age of 10 years in my house. I thought I would go start raving batshit. The 3 grandsons that live with me are loud, smelly, obnoxious and they pee on the walls - because they can't seem to hit the toilet. I raised 2 girls. Talk about a world of difference.
And then my eldest walked in the front door with her three kids. I hadn't seen them in 5 years. Her daughter, my only granddaughter just fell into my arms. I buried my face into her neck and cried so softly I don't think anyone knew. My heart exploded with happy.
That little girl has me so wrapped around her finger. She went to the Walmarts with me and conned me into a stuffed dog in a carrying case, a new shirt, pizza rolls and ice cream.
And my oldest grandson, so handsome! And he loves to cook. He has made cookies a couple of times and made cupcakes tonight. I got him a cookbook for kids. I am going to have him pick out a couple of recipes, make a menu and go grocery shopping with me for the meal(s).
And the middle boy. What a love. He has the most vibrant eyes! He loves basketball and is just so danged sweet. I just want to hug him every time I see him. In fact, I think I will right now.

Escuse me while I go get some grandboy hugs.

I took the boys to Museum of the Wierd and of course had them pick out souvenier t-shirts.

Did some of the touristy stuff.

I seriously don't know if I can let them go. Ever.