Bubble Thought Thursday

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Ok, we did it! So many people asked for it that MissC over at Life As I See It and I have decided to host "Bubble Thought" Thursday!

 So link up if you want and share your Bubble Thoughts with us all. The rules are pretty simple:

• Link up, bubble thoughts, or not. But it would be great if you post the button, and everyone loves to read bubble thoughts.
• Follow the hostesses The Bipolar Diva and Life As I See It. 
• Leave a comment so we can enjoy your thoughts and can follow you.
• Follow as many of the blogs as you want.
• Follow back those that follow you, It's just the nice thing to do and it'll prevent you from becoming a Bubble Thought!

Situation: I got a new wireless modem/router that wouldn’t hook up to the internet. The guy that was helping me was bumbling around and eating though out the entire troubleshooting process.
Bubble Thought: "Spit out your cereal, get out of your pajamas and get a real job."

Situation: In security line for the courthouse. Lady wants to check my bag for “a blade.”
Bubble thought: “Come on! Look at me! You really think that I’m going to go all Norman Bates in the court room?”

Same Lady pulls a marker out of my purse.
Lady (with total attitude): “Is this a NEEDLE?”
Me (with total attitude): Uh, no, it’s a neon green highlighting marker.
Bubble Thought: “Well, it IS a Sharpie marker.”

Michael: “Mom, you look tired.”
Bubble Thought: “He’s really telling me I look like crap.”

Michael: “Mom, you look like crap.”
Bubble Thought: “You’re a little shit!”

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I Really Like Handcuffs!

Sorry guys. Tonight my thoughts are dis-jointed and my mind scrambled.

I've tried to find the news video of today's sentencing of the man that left my son for dead on the side of the road last October. It's not up yet. I just watched the news story on TV. I never watch local news, but tonight I had to.

Even though I was in court and witnessed everything that happened I needed to see that man in handcuffs several more times. My beautiful daughter, Karli, presented a emotion filled victim's statement on behalf of our family. The judge called it one of the best she'd been privileged to hear.

In August Larry Scott Vang pleaded guilty to a Class B Felony for failing to preform the duties of a driver when he ran down my son and fled the scene. Today I looked in the eyes of the man responsible for a great deal of my family's suffering over the last year, the man my daughter called soul-less.

The sentence was 15 days in jail, 30 days house arrest, 3 years probation, loss of driver's license for a year and he has to pay my son $1000. Not much for leaving some one's child in the ditch to die. The man gave Cole less consideration that if he'd hit a dog. He left him for road kill.We did, however, have the incredible satisfaction of seeing the man cuffed and taken into custody.

While Vang stood in front of the judge his wife glared at my family as if we were responsible for her husband deciding to leave Cole on the side of the road. It was pathetic.

I hope Mr. Vang is enjoying his new bed tonight. Here's his booking info and current mug shot.

I've embedded this video. It's just a silly video that my son and his friends made just prior to the "accident." Cole is the convict with the bag of money. I watched it over and over. While Cole is alive and doing well, he'll never be the same. He'll never again be able to do the things he did in this video with his friends.

As soon as the video is up of tonight's news I'll post it.





Goodnight, it's been a long day.

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No XX Here!

Disclaimer: Ok, this is only an observation. I'm not condemning nor am I condoning anything.

After diving head first into Harley sub-culture a few years ago I had to get the gear, you know, the leathers. I wanted them mostly for the protection they offer, but I loved the fringe benefits. Most, some, a few women look great in tightly fitted chaps. And the chaps HAVE to be tightly fitted for that sexy look to allow for stretching.

The first ride out in my new found hotness gear left me with a stress fracture on my knee. I didn't know it was a stress fracture at first. It hurt, it was swollen, I had to see the doctor, yada, yada, yada.

I made a phone call to set an appointment and was told that there was only ONE doctor in the ENTIRE practice that could see me that day. It was a female doctor that I'll call Dr. XY. I was shocked, but intrigued.

I'd never seen Dr. XY before but I'd heard all of the salacious gossip about this physician. In our small town rumors and rumors of rumors spread like wildfire. Dr XY had been married for 30+ years, was an accomplished pilot, a parent and one of the founding members of the largest medical practice in our little area. Dr. XY's secret was also the topic of many "over latte" discussions.

I was sitting in the office waiting for Dr. XY to come in after I'd been x-rayed. Suddenly the door was forced open and this whirlwind of a doctor came blowing into the room. In one swift motion a short, stubby, cankled leg, with a dowdy shoe, forced up the frumpy skirt and kicked the door shut.

I tried not to stare, but it was impossible. Dr XY wore the most hideous outfit EVER created, badly applied, and over done, make-up and a terrible excuse of a wig. Yes, you see Dr. XY was bald. Dr. XY was also an XY, chromosomely speaking.

A few years before Dr XY, now you know why I picked "XY," chose to have his "his" parts removed and replaced with "her" parts. I'm not sure why his wife, as in still married, didn't give old XY a few make-up tips and a little help holding that creepy wig in place.

Back to my story. Dr. XY glared at me from the start.

XY: ::Shaking the x-rays in front of me:: "Do you have ANY idea what crashing a motorcycle at 60 mph is like?"

Me: "No, I didn't crash."

XY: "I used to work in the trauma center!" XY's twitching forehead made the wig fall a little more off center. It was then several inches longer on one side and the bangs were all tweaked out.

Bubble thought here: "Your point? Airplanes crash all the time killing multiple people in almost every instance and you still fly."

XY: eye twitching now and make-up running, "It's like falling out of a SIX STORY WINDOW!"

I just stared at this curiously dressed person that was struggling to keep the bad wig in place and the cheap mascara from running.

XY: "Why in HELL would you CHOOSE to do that?!"

I sat there in disbelief trying to decide what the heck to say.

XY: "Well, I asked you WHY you would CHOOSE to do that?!"

Me: "I guess we all make decisions that others might not make."

Dr. XY huffed, threw down the x-rays and left me sitting in the room. Dr. XY never returned.

I wonder if he/she knew I was speaking of the wig?

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Sunrise and Satan Both Begin With "S"

 Dear Tomorrow;

Can you please hurry and arrive? You're going to be busy and hopefully we'll see some justice.
I'd like you to have a talk with tonight and tell it to allow me to be able to sleep early. You know that I never see you early since I'm of the opinion that Sunrises were created by Satan. They just come way too early for me.

Tomorrow, this is what I want you to do. First help me remember to get that freaking needle stuck in my arm. I really have to get that blood test I've been putting off. Yes, I'm still trying to find out what the heck is wrong with me, other than pure Diva craziness.

Then I'd like to request that my meeting with the attorney goes well. We want GOOD news!

The appointment I'm most worried about is the court date. Oh you don't know about the court date? You can read all about it here. The scumbag that pleaded guilty to hitting my son and leaving him for dead on the side of the road will be sentenced. The HIGH SCHOOL FOOT BALL COACH made a plea deal that may have him only serving 45 days! The judge has been given discretion in handing down the sentence. My daughter, Karli, will be speaking on behalf of our family. Hopefully her words will impact the judge and he'll see that 45 days for what happened just isn't enough. People give more consideration than he showed when they hit a cat!

If you can't pull off more jail time for the now Class B Felon I'm going to have to call in

Gucci Mama
CB
Donda
The Queen of WTF
Christy
and
Nolie

to help him see the light. Believe me, you don't want to see the collective wrath of these chicks!

With all my love,

Teri

Now for some fun and love!

Tara loves me! She gave me this awesome award just because I'm fabulous! Well, she thinks so anyway. Run by and check her out at Graphic Design by Tara.



Then I also received one from Nanny at Mommy's Naughty Reviews!
Thank you! I'm supposed to choose 15 people to pass this on to, but I always have such a hard time choosing. I will claim that indecisiveness is a symptom of bipolar. I'll have to think about it. Maybe I'll pass it on to some awesome new blogs I've happened upon....

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Thievery

I found these questions on Mannland5's site and Jen's site via Traci66. It seems like a nice day to do nothing but steal questions. So Let's jump right in!

1. Do you like seafood?
I love it, it's my fav. I love it all, well, salmon kind of gags me.

2. Are mermaids hot?
You mean HOT as in "HOT" or hot as in "not cold?" Yes, they're pretty hot especially the ones with the sparkly fins,  although seeing that they're water dwellers they're pretty darn cool as well.

3. Have you swam in the ocean?
At the least.

4. If you got stung by a jellyfish, would you let a stranger pee on you?
I was peed on my my husband once after he had surgery. He needed help and the pee wouldn't go straight. It got on my hand. I gagged, I barfed. No more pee for me, especially warm, fresh pee..::gag::

5. Have you ever pee'd in the ocean?
Of course

6. Can you make a cute fish face? (Show a pic..if you want)
I can make lots of faces, mostly along the lines of Diva-niss (bitchy) but I'll leave the fish face to Mick Jagger.

7. When you see the lobster tank at the grocery store do you just have this overwhelming urge to set them free or cook them up?
Cook 'em up and bring me some butter!

8. Are you afraid of sharks?
I deal with 8 kids, a husband, three dogs and bipolar on a daily basis. Sharks have nothing on any of that. Bring 'em on, I'll show them just who the boss is.

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I Have Nothing

It's the weekend and I have nada for you, not a thing of substance, humor, turmoil or drama. All I have are a few pics from our tumultuous ride today.

Just the facts:

Wind, lots of it in the Gorge.....Monkey Man you know of which I speak.
Lots of wind means fighting to stay on the road.
Fighting to stay on the road means new underwear.
New underwear means shopping! Oh wait that was a U turn wasn't it?
We ran into a friend, had lunch and a great ride home AFTER the wind.
10 hours on the road = awesome day!
I do have a great post ready to go for Monday evening, set your DVR, well, maybe your alarm on your phone.

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Really? Really She's Not Blonde?

My daughter, my sweet twenty year old, took beginning motorcycle classes this week. Yep she wants to be a bike chick like her Mama!

I told her to leave early for the class to allow time for traffic, getting lost and making sure she was there a little early.

I get this phone call from MY HUSBAND, NOT Nikki, saying that the Land Rover had stopped in the middle of the street. She gave him the location, which was no where near where she should have been.

I freaked and called her to find out where she was, this was after we had gone over and over the directions, given her a map and explained to take the directions going EAST bound on the interstate and not WEST bound.

I get her on the phone, finally, and asked where she was. She began to babble, in Edith Bunker style, about everything that happened with the car. I had to scream at her to get her to calm down and answer my question.

"Where the hell are you?"

"In the middle of the street."

"Which freaking (substitute word) street?!"

She then gave me the supposed streets. Which were the wrong streets that were 100 blocks away from where she should have been. A policeman happened to show up and finally gave me her correct location.

I talked to her dad again and he strongly reminded me to remain calm. I'm not known for being patient when I don't get my questions, my direct questions answered (thanks dad).

I tried to talk to her again and again got a run down on what the car did, NOT the answer to my question. I wanted to know if she got out of the car and was safe. That little question took days to get answered. I mean, car breaks down in the middle of the street YOU GET OUT AND GET TO A SAFE LOCATION SO YOU DON'T GET KILLED!

I finally found her and asked how she got to where she was. She showed me the directions she used. The ones going WEST bound and not EAST bound, although she was going east on the interstate. She argued with me for a while until I asked her which way she was going on the road.

"I was going east, and I followed these directions." She was pointing to the wrong directions.

GRRRR! Then I was left standing in the rain, I DON'T do rain, for AAA and she made it to her class on time.

Now she's telling me she'll NEVER use mapquest again because they put their directions in the wrong place. The way she was going should have been listed first.


If she wasn't black I'd SWEAR she was blonde!

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