More garden pictures have been added. I think I have 4 plants left to get in the ground. Then I need to put some edging down to divert the water runoff.

I created a section called recipes. When I can find the time, I plan to add my favorite recipes. Sort of a repository, so to speak.

I called the Gamma Beta Phi National Headquarters today. I was trying to find out how to replace my membership certificate and my Certificate of Merit. The last name was misspelled at the time – sort of a moot point right now – when it dawned on me we are talking about events from 15 to 20 years ago. Okay, that’s depressing. That got me thinking even more and made me start wondering if I am a Manic Depressive. My mood swings can be pretty wide ranging. Most of the time I seem to be pretty chipper and in good spirits but are the “highs” too high and the “lows” too low? No drug reference intended there. Some of the things life has thrown at me lately have been pretty tough but I seem to muddle through them. Then I laughed, and told myself you need to throw Schizophrenic in there because here you are “talking” to yourself in a blog. Think about it, who else is really reading this? Megan stops in on occasion – so would these be my “Letter’s to Megan”? Looks like the world will never know my deepest, “darkest” thoughts. Then who knows who might be reading this – I’d better not say anything negative about the day job, it might be held against me. Oh no, did I just add Paranoid?

So should I add coded messages? Start a hidden blog? Are you kidding me? If I had that kind of time on my hands, I could go back to school. Or at least find another part time job

Well at least the few, people who stop by can see “what she was thinking” at some brief moment in time – or at least until the ADD kicks in and I get bored with it.

The subject of funerals has come up more than once in the past few days. It got me thinking about a couple of funerals that have caused a lot of pain between family members. It wasn’t caused by the person’s passing as much as it was by the way it was handled after they were gone. And then I was asked today – if something happened to me what did I want done. I replied, “what ever you want.” I’m thinking if I make it clear it’s not what I want, but what those left behind want, maybe it will prevent any problems like what happened when Megan’s grandparents passed away. As with everything there are always two sides to the story and this in mine.

Megan’s grandfather passed away in 1984 before she was born. Her aunts got together and purchased a new burial plot and made all the funeral arrangements. It was difficult for us to assist because we were a military family stationed away from home. Megan’s father was pretty upset by the whole thing because he thought it was his father’s wishes were to be buried in the family plot. Of course, assuming we could afford a portion of the funeral costs without asking us first didn’t go over very well either. Comments were made about use buying a new car – we had traded a pickup truck for a station wagon – kinda hard to have a booster seat, a car seat and two adults up front on the bench. The seat we put in the back just wasn’t working out. But that’s hard to understand when you’re grieving. So we dealt with that and tried to make up for it by buying Megan’s grandmother a car for Christmas. Granted it was just a little 4 cylinder Escort but it made her so happy. She drove it until she couldn’t drive it any more.

Megan’s grandmother passed away in 1996 – I remember it because it happened right at the time I was scheduled for my hysterectomy. Again, the aunts scheduled the funeral without checking with us. The funeral was on the Friday I was scheduled to have my pre-operative/pre-admission testing done. I had told Megan’s father to go ahead and take the girls and go – it was just a bunch of lab work that I had to have done, I would be fine. Of all the times to tell me, I get told that “I’ve never been there for you and I think I should be here for this.” Upon years and years of reflection, I wonder if it was an excuse to avoid the funeral or his sister’s. We did go up that Saturday to visit the grave and to see Megan’s uncles – but the aunts where no longer speaking to her father. Maybe it was still the gravesite thing. From what I understood some of the children that had passed away were buried in the original family plot. Perhaps that’s the foggy part, but my pre-operative testing being used as an excuse to not go to Megan’s grandmother’s funeral will forever bother me.

So from all of this, maybe I shouldn’t let the family members decide where to bury me. I keep kidding that they should cremate me and scatter my ashes in a rose garden.

Updated: I figured out what I was doing wrong. Think I should be using an external style sheet. Geez, wish my little app had a spell checker – oh well, it keeps me on my toes.

I’m redoing the pages for the blog – which means I have to convert the index page to PHP from HTML – so bear with me through the errors you might find. I have too many ideas and not enough time.

Too many thoughts running through my head too – wish I could put them all down, but then this is the “World Wide Web”. Guess I should Google the name again and see what comes up. Wonder how the Spanish professor is doing? You’ll have to Google my name to see what I’m referring to.

One of the sad things about Megan living with her father is that he has no phone – he’s afraid I’d get the number or something to that effect. So about two years ago I got Megan a prepaid Virgin Mobile phone. I kept the phone “topped-off” for her because it was meant for her to be able to call me and to make urgent phone calls.

When the phone became a convenient form of communication for her father, I suggested Megan let him help pay for the minutes too. So that’s been happening – but lately Megan has been spending close to $100 a month to keep the phone topped off.

That got me thinking – her father is on Verizon Wireless and so am I. Since those are the bulk of her call it would be a smart thing to get her a Verizon Wireless cell phone too. Granted he wasn’t going to do that for her – but fortunately Megan has a wonderful uncle that has been taking good care of her – so now Megan and her uncle have Verizon Wireless cell phones.

Now I don’t have to worry about my measly 400 minutes a month getting eaten up as quickly now either – I’ve already used up over 370 this month and I still have a week to go! Argh…

Well, this wasn’t going to be my topic de jour. I’ll save “still a joiner” for later – when I have more time (and minutes) to devote to it.

I need to post a picture of my beautiful daughter Megan. Found out she gets some of her updates about me from here. It’s not that we don’t talk – we’re on the phone to each other everyday – but some things are forgotten.

She called earlier today to tell me she started listening to Guns & Roses and Poison. Then she called this afternoon because she forgot to ask how KittyBoy was doing. He’s doing better, by the way.

Well, I’m still trying to rebuild the photo album that those with too much time on their hands got next too. No, they didn’t wipe the thing out – but I needed to redo it anyhow.

Hugs to all!