Is it better to suspect something (bad or hurtful) and not know or to have your worst fears confirmed by sure knowledge? In my humble opinion, I would rather know than wonder. Because instead of coming up with all kinds of things — good and bad — in my mind, I would absolutely know what’s going on. And even if something is the worst of the worst, it would set my mind at ease because I could then get over whatever it is and start to move on from it. Not knowing is way worse than knowing. For example, I have no idea where my dad is, or if he’s even alive. I’d rather know, even if he was dead.
What makes you laugh aloud? Crack up? Laugh until your sides split? When was the last time you had a great big belly laugh? A lot of things make me laugh. Like I have quite a broad sense of humor. The very last thing that made me laugh was this video. Now I don’t watch Game of Thrones and I had no idea who she was making fun of (or “throwing shade” at as they say these days) until I read the comments, then I looked dude up and watched it again and it was even funnier. I like watching this young lady because she has a unique sense of humor and I find it amusing.
Her name is Jenny Nicholson, she’s got a unique style. I enjoy watching her. She’s not the only person who makes me laugh, but this video was the last thing that gave me a belly laugh.
Do you suppose Noah had woodpeckers in the ark? If he did, where did he keep them? Apologies to the Darwinians in the crowd…this is merely for fun, okay? Well, I would hope so, because woodpeckers eat insects that eat wood. 🙂 Given my paltry knowledge of natural science, I would think it might be beneficial to have when one has a craft made of wood. Though he would have been smart to keep them to the decks above water because they will bore holes into the wood for nesting. I could totally be wrong though. I’m not a scientist. Anyway, Noah and his ilk were supposedly only on the boat for forty days and forty nights. Like barely more than a month, so even if he were real and had a boat big enough to hold a bunch of animals, including woodpeckers, it’s not like they were out to sea for that long. Supposedly, he planned this thing with the guidance of his god, so he surely had enough water to last, and with all of those animals on board, he wasn’t going to starve. But back to the question, woodpeckers weren’t gonna destroy the boat, but they would eat the insects that were destroying the boat. So… yeah.
Why is “Charlie” short for “Charles when they are the same number of letters? Charlie is easier to say than Charles… it’s not “short” for Charles, it’s just a nickname. It’s considered… friendlier than Charles, more intimate and fun. There is also Chuck as a nickname for Charles – a la Charlie Brown. One “problem” with having a name like Willow is that there’s no real nickname for it. Same with my birth name, there really was no nickname to go with it. Someone would have to come up with an entirely new name for me to have a nickname. It’s also why I write my name on everything — because my name (now and before) is unusual enough to not be written on any personalized item. ^_^
What happened in your world this past week that made you feel thankful, joyful or grateful? So, this might seem trivial to y’all, but yesterday I went out with Doug to the store to run some errands, we did some shopping and afterwards we went to lunch. I didn’t even get exhausted! We went to the thrift store and bought a sweater for me to unravel to make some felted dryer balls (still in the making). We had some drier balls that we bought a few years ago (the kind pictured here), but over the years, they have disappeared. Now we have one left. So instead of paying, like, $20 for six more, I bought a $2 sweater and rolled my own. Now just need to felt them and voilà! cheap, effective, dryer balls. The trip to the store was nice, but shopping with Doug isn’t quite as enjoyable as shopping alone because Doug — like most men — wants to get out of the store as quickly as possible. I was all for shopping leisurely but he was all, “The sweaters are over there…” Ha! Anyway, it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to browse in a shop, and it was nice to be able to eat out with Doug again. We haven’t done that in a long time. Normally he will go out and get me lunch and bring it home because I just don’t have the energy to go out to a restaurant. But hey we went out and had a nice lunch. I’m tired today, but yesterday, I was good.
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So I have a Google Chrome extension called Night Eye which makes my screen darker, and it helps whenever I have a migraine or a headache. I’ve been using it for many moons now. Suddenly, about five or six days ago, WordPress decided it didn’t like this program. Like, at all. I found this out when I hit the “write” button and came up with a blank screen. I could kind of see where the dialog boxes were supposed to be, and the menu was kind of still there. If I moused over it, it would appear and disappear, but that was about it. So I wondered if there was some kind of strange interaction between the “write” screen and my Night Eye program. Lo and behold, when I turned the program off, everything started working again.
It’s not anything Earth shattering, nor am I particularly worked up about it. It just means I have to go through the bother of turning the extension on and off whenever I want to make a blog post. However, it is strange when things that used to preform well together suddenly don’t like each other. It just makes me go… Huh.
So I went to my doctor’s a couple of days ago to see why I’m so freaking fatigued these days. And it appears that my thyroid is acting up again (as I suspected). My TSH levels are… low… very low. Like the low scale would be .4 something and I’m at .13 something. Which is weird. Low levels are generally associated with hyperthyroidism not hypothyroidism, which is what I have. My free T4 levels are low too, but not as low as my TSH level. My free T4 levels are just below the normal range, but still low.
Anyway, what this all means is that kind of explains why I’ve been falling asleep fatigued lately. My thyroid is acting up again. The main problem is that this is probably a direct reaction to upping my meds a few months ago, but we upped my meds because (if I remember correctly) I went to the doctor’s because I was feeling tired and my nails were getting brittle, and blah blah blah — same reason why I went to the doctor’s this time. So I don’t even know if going back on my old dose will be helpful. But here’s to hoping. And here’s to hoping that there isn’t something worse underneath all of these numbers (adrenal or pituitary problems).
Anyway, that kind of explains my lack of posts these past few months. My thyroid is misbehaving, and it’s playing merry hell with my energy levels. It’s not an excuse for ignoring y’all, but it’s definitely a reason.
I haven posted this for a couple of years, but I hope it makes y’all smile. Warning: Strong Language. NSFW
Guns? Are you pro or con? Explain your point of view. That’s kind of like being asked if someone is pro or con hammers and nails, or knives, or I dunno… hairdryers. Guns exist in the world and they’re not going anywhere. Someone can not like guns all they want, but they’re still a thing that people want and have. Guns in and of themselves are neither good nor evil. They are inert and can do nothing on their own. It is the person holding the gun who uses it for their purpose. A gun is a tool, and like any tool, it can be used to do good things — bring food to the table, defend house and home, defend one’s country, and so on, or it can be used to do pretty awful things, murder innocent people, take over countries, &c… I, myself, wouldn’t mind owning a gun for home defense. In Washington State, that would be difficult for me, because I have been diagnosed with a mental illness. In other states though… not so much. I, personally am not a threat to anyone despite being mentally interesting because my flavor of brain weirdness does not cause me to want to go out and shoot people. Most people who are mentally interesting are not the threat — it’s the bastards of the world who are. They are not “mentally ill”, they are just evil assholes with a control problem. But that’s neither here nor there. I think that guns are not the problem — the inconsistent regulation of guns are the problem. They should be regulated — consistently and thoroughly. In every state. Also, no one but the military should be carrying around fully automated weapons. But that’s part of regulation.
I have a few stories involving guns, and two happened at the same store, a store I was working at in Virginia awhile back. The first one happened to me one slow Sunday morning when I was working alone. I was chatting with some locals when a man staggered in, drunk off his ass. He stumbled up to the counter, slapped his handgun on the counter and politely asked for some cigarettes. My regulars saw the gun and backed slowly away. This was before the time of cellphones. I gave the man his cigarettes, he fumbled for his wallet, paid for them, picked up his gun and staggered out the door. I immediately picked up the phone, called 911 and informed them that there was a drunk man wandering the streets with a gun that I’m completely sure he wasn’t even aware he had on him. Luckily, this was also before the time of cops shooting first and asking questions later. At least there was nothing on the news about it. I’d never seen that dude before or since.
The second involved the owner of said store. I wasn’t there when it happened, but I got an earful about it from the locals, and my co-workers. It seems some locals brought some dude from out of town to the store, and that dude thought it would be a good idea to steal a beer. It wasn’t. The owner confronted this dude and they got into a heated argument. The locals left the dude high and dry in the front of the store — arguing with the owner. They argued in front of the store (I’ve been told) for almost an hour. The owner went back into the store, picked up the gun from under the counter went back outside and shot the guy in the head, killing him instantly. He went to jail for it, but not to prison. Somehow, he got probation and time served. He had to sell his store and can’t ever own any stores ever again, but whatever.
My psycho ex also had a gun. I don’t know how he obtained it because the dude’s mental, but he had it. The last night we were together, when he lost his mind, that gun in the closet of our bedroom is one of the reasons why I locked myself in the bedroom. I totally did not want him to remember it was there. He’d already tried to choke me, I didn’t want him to shoot me. A lot of that night is kind of hazy because I was on edge, but I remember clearly thinking I needed to hide that gun from him somehow and then thinking that If I did that, he might go completely over the edge. So I just cut off his access to the gun by locking myself in the same room with it. That and, you know, to keep myself out of his reach too. Two birds and all that. I believe that people who want to have guns should be allowed to, and the people who really want to have guns will find a way to, even if the law doesn’t let them. There’s a saying: If the law outlaws guns, then only outlaws will have guns. I kind of agree with it, but as I said, guns in and of themselves are not evil.
The guy in my first story didn’t hurt anyone with his gun — no news story or anything. He was just being drunk and stupid. He *could* have hurt someone, but didn’t. My upstanding boss flat out killed a man in cold blood with his gun — over a beer. So far as I know, my psycho ex hasn’t killed anyone with his gun either. He tried to kill me with his hands. He’s brandished his guns, but so far as I know, hasn’t actually used them. My second husband liked to bring out his gun and show them off to. I’ve had a lot of boyfriends and significant others over the years who liked guns. Some were safer than others in their use of them. But my ex-boss is the only one who’s actually killed someone… oh… wait… my daughter dated someone who (years after she stopped dating him) ended up shooting his mom. So I know of two people who’ve killed someone with guns. Would they have killed the person had they not had access to guns? I dunno. Sometimes one tool will do just as well as another.
How would your country change if everyone, regardless of age, could vote? I think that there should be a minimum age for voting. People under a certain age do not grasp how the world works, and that’s why we have a minimum voting age. If we let everyone vote, no matter what age, it would be — unreliable at best and… I dunno… maybe kids would vote the same as their parents. So you’d have five kids voting for the same person their parents vote for. Maybe it would be… interesting.
What’s your cure for hiccups? Take a glass of water, at least eight ounces. Pinch your nose closed. Drink the glass of water — all of it in one go. Works every time. Every. Single. Time.
What’s the coldest you’ve ever been? A while back, I drove with a friend of mine from Mississippi to Upper Michigan. He was moving up there and I was gonna help him settle in. It was just after Christmas. We got up there to find the place he was staying in didn’t have any heat. I dunno if you know were upper Michigan is, dear reader, but it’s just below Canada. And in the time between Christmas and New Year’s, it’s bloody cold up there. To be without heat is… brrrrr. Let’s put it this way, on the way up to his new digs my toes froze. For some reason, while I was living in Mississippi, I developed Raynaud’s Disease where my fingers and toes would just randomly turn cold and white. In freaking Mississippi! It’s not even cold there! It was bizarre, especially since it’s since disappeared. Gone like it never existed. Anyway, on the way up to Michigan, my stupid toes on my right foot were completely white even in a heated truck. I could barely walk. But in his unheated house? It was pretty damned cold, and my digits were not feeling it. I was there for about week, and it was… cold! I suppose I’ve been colder, but that’s what came to mind.
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I mentioned in my previous post that we took our pets — three dogs and one cat — to the vet this past week. So far, they’ve all been healthy. The vet that saw Poptart today did take a biopsy of the lump that’s on his chest, but he thinks that it is most likely a fatty tumor. Here’s to hoping. We won’t know of course until the blood work comes back. Interestingly, Brandy is on the cusp of hypothyroidism, while Mister is on the cusp of hyperthyroidism — which might explain why Mister has been zooming around the house this past week or so — normal kitty behavior for most cats, but not for Mister. We just need to keep an eye on both of them for other symptoms. Other than that though, they all appear to be in good health. So, that’s something to be grateful for. Having four pets though, that gets expensive. We could afford them when we got them… but circumstances change. We’ll be keeping it to two from now on as they pass on. But for now, we will just have to see what we can do with four.
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So yeah, I get the feeling that there’s an AI here on WordPress. One who has their own site, who comments on not just my blog posts but blog posts of other people whom I follow as well. Now, it could be that this person just has… unusual language skills and not so great communication skills. And maybe it’s just a coincidence that this person tends to like posts almost immediately after they’re posted — long before there’s time to read said posts — and then follows soon after with vague comments that kind of make sense but sometimes are in the uncanny valley area.
So, I’m not pointing any fingers, because I could totally be wrong about this, but it’s just… interesting if it’s true. Like, if there is an AI on WordPress with their own site who comments on our posts, what’s the purpose? Is it a social experiment? Is it someone trying something just for the fun of it? AI’s don’t spring into existence on their own. They have to be programmed to do what they do. It doesn’t bother me if I’m right… not too much anyway. I just wonder what’s behind the smokescreen. That’s the way my mind works.