December 10, 2000

In case anyone reading is curious about where to send their own cards to soldiers stuck overseas during the holidays:

Any Service Member
OPERATION DEAR ABBY
Europe and South West Asia
APO AE 09135

Any Service Member
OPERATION DEAR ABBY
Mediterranean Basin
FPO AE 09646

Any Service Member
OPERATION DEAR ABBY
Far East
APO AP 96285

Any Service Member
OPERATION DEAR ABBY
Pacific Basin
FPO AP 96385


Well...for the second time since I've lived here, I've tried to burn the house down. I put some ground turkey on to cook for the cats and was immediately struck by the urge to run to the bathroom ~ fast! I didn't even remember turning the burner on...but evidently, I did.

Next thing I know, I'm coming out of the bathroom and there is thick, white smoke everywhere. It filled the house, down to about 3 feet from the floor. The pan that the turkey was in had gotten so hot, it melted the enamel on the bottom and stuck it to the burner and it would not come off. I finally got everything calmed down and the smoke cleared out ~ and told the cats that I hoped that they liked their dinner tonight. Blackened Turkey is a delicacy in some countries.

Evidently, my travails in gourmet cooking had caught someone's attention ~ I went out to check that not too much smoke was coming out of the windows (I didn't want any undue attention from the fire department...) and I heard someone say, "OH! She's coming out on the porch!" I couldn't help it ~ once I went around and checked the windows, I had to laugh. It suddenly struck me as ridiculous that I had been worried about my incense smoke being misinterpreted!

Now...if I can just get the smoke smell out of everything...



I went to the usual Christmas open houses again this year ~ at least this year, the General didn't yell at me to GET OUT!!!!! I was ready for him this year ~ perhaps that's why nothing happened. Still, I had about all I could handle of Momma. It's definitely time for a vacation from her. I'm tired of being drained dry...gee, that's the perfect definition of a crazymaker, isn't it?





Playing Catch-up...again

Oh boy...let's see, what's happened since I posted on here, hmmm?

Well, I may as well get the most depressing news out of the way ~ none of the jobs I applied for came through. Damn it, I need that extra money! I've kind of got the sneaking suspicion that it is Bridgett striking again...I need to call and straighten everything out, if there is anything to straighten out.

This is the first time I've ever had trouble getting a job. I went through utter (Hee! I almost typed udder mmmoooOOOOOOO!) hell when I didn't get any calls back ~ it simply threw me into a nasty, nasty depression. It even got to the point where I was questioning everything for a day or two. I felt that something was truly wrong with me and it was keeping me from being employed.

I've finished some greeting cards that I wanted to put together for the holidays ~ the front shows Santa with his hand over his nose and mouth and on the inside it says, "Helpful Yuletide Tip: Wash your stockings before you hang them! Happy Holidays!" hehehe C.M. surprised me with them ~ he fixed it where he could print them out on the computer instead of me taking them to Kinko's. They look much better than what I had thought of doing. I've gotten 6 cards ready to go with about 8 more to put into their envelopes ~ I've got to see how much postage is to Sweden; as well as to the Mediterranean and Pacific Basins, Europe and SW Asia and the Far East. All of these except the one to Sweden is for the Dear Abby Christmas Card drive for soldiers overseas.

OH yeah...I've had another bit of...enlightenment; satori, illumination, whatever you want to call it...I've been working through Iyanla Vanzant's book, One Day My Soul Just Opened Up and day 31 (I still can't believe that I've stuck with it for 31 days!) is about authenticity. The chapter went on to talk about all the games people play in their lives. Well...hit me upside the head with a brick. I realize that the lightbulb that went off that I wrote about in the last entry was speaking about just that. I've got entirely too many games going with myself and others and I'm not being very authentic. I'm lying to myself in the situation with my dad; I'm playing an entirely different game with my mother for the sake of 'not rocking the boat' when perhaps that damn boat should follow the Titanic...the 911 was to wake up before all the games use up all my resources and I wreck ~ whether it's by nervous breakdown or physically getting ill.

Like I said, hit me upside the head with a brick.

Welp, that's all for now. I have to get ready to get the week's groceries. Hopefully, I will get to see Ms. Helen tonight.














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