http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/ La La La La... La La La La... Jazzmine's World!! en-us Wed, 17 Mar 2010 21:42:12 GMT CakePHP http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/ode-to-e-bay/ Oh what light through yonder window breaks..It is the reflection of the vintage tiffany lamp I bid and won, on e-bay. E-bay you are there for me in times of trouble. When I needed that Elmo TMX and there were none to be found. I could count on you and the hundreds of people that grabbed all the Elmo TMX's up from Wal-mart and other retail chains, only to sell their wares on E-bay for 2 maybe 3 times the profit. Which was gladly paid. You were there for me when I was bored and had nothing better to do but browse through items of old and days of yore until I found that old set of Camp Snoopy glasses inmint condition. You were there for me through slow internet connections and lightning fast ones too. You constantly leadeth me to temptation of items I really do not need, but yet, somehow still want very desperately. You beckon me with the sweet, sweet calling of 1 m 0 sec left and the rush and anticipation: Will Ibe the highest bidder.You are always there providing me the feedback I so desire. Akin to the noblest of compliments when you whisper, "Prompt buyer.. lightning fast transaction"Words do not do justice to the way you make me feel. I too can bid upon a piece of toast that has a picture of the virgin mary burned into it's side. I am worthy. I am free. E-bay sweet E-bay, lo all these years you have been there and never faltered. Ye those times I had forgotten you and been outbid and lost the item of desire, I may have cursed you. But you did not care E-bay. Youwere still there. May I never ever forget my username and password. May I live to see the day when webkinz are titled "vintage" and then some. Bless the folks who bid within, keep them safe from fraud and outbidding. Mon, May 7th 2007, 12:45 GMT http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/give-me-some-bitterant-make-it-a-double/ The circle of annoyance is now complete. For the past couple years I have been really annoyed trying to find canned air. You know the cans you spray to clean your keyboard and insideyour computer to get rid of the dust? Idon't know why it has been so hard to find. ( well I now have a theory; but that is for later) Everytime I would go to Wal-mart: OUT OF STOCK. One timeI went to Walgreen's. They had one can. This was not going to satisy the dustbunnies in thishigh tech office!I bought it, none the less.Needless to say it did not last long.So I had a mission from Bill, to bring home 4 cans of canned air. Despite my warnings, "Honey, they are always out of stock!", he had every faith I would be able to bring home 4 cans. And so was my mission born. Imagine my surprise walking into the office supply aisle, there on the bottom shelf, what had to be 100 cans of canned air. WHOA. 4 cans were scooped upinto my cart to make the trek back to their new home.Another annoyance when you buy spray cans is being carded for the products thanks to the lovely addicted "huffers" and "inhalers". But no, no carding this time. No warning buzzer at the register requesting my age or ID. WOW it must have been my lucky day!Now we have had a lot of fun with canned air in the past. One time we tipped the can upside down and froze a spider. We have spritzed each other here and there, during canned air wars. Little did I know those prescious times, they were ending. Bill, excited about the canned air, immediately took to de-dust bunnyingthe office. When he was done he sat down. And then said EWWW. A bitter taste in his mouth. He says, "Does that canned air have Bitterant?" Bitterant? What's that and why? Now had any of this hit my mouth and I would have had to taste what Bill was tasting I might have paid more attention, but I said, Oh whatever.That is, until this morning's annoyance set off a chain reaction. My space bar has been sticking and not working properly, making me have to re-do many many lines of typing. Great idea! I will clean out my keyboard with the canned air!Great idea, hee, until I had been typing and then needed to count through a stack of papers. You know how you lick your finger so the papers don't stick together while you are counting? Great trick unless you have sprayed your keyboard with canned air that contains bitterant. Then it kind of sucks, because all you can taste is bitterant.. And why should you be? You were using the product as directed. You weren't trying to huff it, or inhale anything. You just wanted your space bar to stop sticking. That's all. But now you can't get the bitter taste out of your mouth as you realize AHA that's why the cans were never in stock! They were trying to come up with a way to stop the inhaler freaks from buying it for their jollies. Bravo! You stopped them from buying canned air and have now punished everyone else in the world that uses the product correctly, save a few frozen spiders and canned air wars. So not only was I caused grief trying to score canned air while they were figuring out the bitterant thing, but now the bitterant is a whole other annoyance. An even worse one, because as I type this, if I don't remember to re-wash my hands before I do anything else, bitter taste once again.So inhaler freaks, huffers, meth heads who have cause me to be un-able to buy as much advil cold and sinus as I want to... This Bitterant'sFor You, It's Bitterant Time, Spuds Mackenzie blah blah blah....Oh and my space bar is still sticking also. Later Y'all Mon, Apr 30th 2007, 11:56 GMT http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/7-years-old/ My oldest child Miranda turns 7 on May 2nd. I hardly can believe it's been 7 years since she was born. I remember my 7th birthday. It was my very favorite. I don't think I had a huge party or any big deal was made that I remember. It just happened that 7 was my favorite number and thus it was my favorite age. I remember I got "Super Star" barbie which I LOVED. Her pink satin dress and furry boa. The plastic star she could stand by herself on. I don't remember any other presents that birthday. I don't remember unwrapping them.But I can remember that day. It was sunny. Early September.A Sunday. I remember for some reason we had been at my grandparents house and I remember walking home that day. It was warm and school must have already started. I remember things before that day, but this is the first day I can really remember how I "felt". I was happy. Truly happy. For no other reason then just being a child. I was happy it was my day. I wasn't happy because of the cake for I don't remember what kind it was if I hadone. I wasn't happy because of the limitless presents or huge party because I don't remember any of it, if it happened. I wasn't happy because of any of the little trivial details we as humans seem even more focused on in this day and age. I was just happy. Happy to be me. Happy to be seven. Happy that I was a kid. I have tried to instill this in my kids as they grow. I just want them to be happy. I hope no one ever takes their happiness away. But I also need to make sure they are prepared for the "real world" As I grew older I realized my childhood was kind of sheltered. I was protected from hearing or seeing bad things. ( As children should be to an extent). My parents made sure that I didn't know about bad people or bad things. So I always had a positive outlook. As I grew into adulthood I realized how people are and can be. I realized bad things can happen to good people. Some realizations were devastating to me. I have to make sure my kids are prepared more so then I was that way. I wonder if my daughter will look back on her birthdays with rememberence of the parties we had, or the presents. Or hopefully, she will remember just being happy, if only for a moment at 7 years old. I hope that all her dreams and hopes come true. I hope she has many days she remembers just being happy. I hope I have created that for her, as my parents did for me. Happy Birthday my lovely girl! My firstborn baby. I can't believe you are 7 years old. Love Mom Thu, Apr 26th 2007, 13:56 GMT http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/the-eye-s-have-it/ Warning gross details to follow:Before I tell you about my week.. I must inform you that for most of my whole life I have hated eyeballs. Anything to do with them. When I was a kid it made me sick to think of eyeballs and movies in biology about the parts of the eye and a movie on the dissecting ofan eye I could harldy bare!I never wanted anything to do with health or blood or anything biological. Then when I had my kids and had to endur needles daily because of gestational diabetes and then actually having my kids I kind of lightened up on the squeemishness of things. Then my kids would get pinkeye or something and I would have to be the one to put in the drops. I had to get over my dislike for eyeballs with a quickness and I had.. or so I thought. I have been down and out since Saturday night with an eye infection. I know gross. No clue how I got it or what happened. Saturday night it was bothering me and watering. Sunday I woke up to it swollen shut. It looked like I had been sucker punched.. only I hadn't. It looked classicly pink and with the swelling I deduced and self diagnosed "Pink Eye" I had some drops from when my daughter had it. So I used them. That was my first mistake. Sunday I suffered through. Monday was it better? I think so. The swelling was going down. But the eye ball was red. I was having Bill put int he drops because I just couldn't. But on Monday I had to do it myself. I bet he was glad he no longer had to. It was looking REALLY bad on Tuesday. Bloody red and the drops stung. Watering would not stop. I called my mom who is an RN. I really did not want to drag my kids and myself in to the Dr. But Wednesday I had not choice but to call. She called me and said that she would call in some "different / stronger" drops but that if it doesn't get better after those I should go see an optometrist. If you had seen the eye.. you would have said GO RIGHT NOW! Which is what I said to myself. So I went to an office near Wal-mart and wouldn't you know. the Dr. wasn't in that day. But the receptionist said " You definitely need to be seen" Great. I have Freak eye now and I have to walk around like this until I find a Dr to help me. So I pick up my new drops. Started on them. And called around for an appointment for Thursday. I finally got one. Wednesday night my oldest daughter was up all night with the stomach flu. I didn't get any sleep. Freak eye still going strong. I make it to my appointment. Double stroller with 2 babies and 7 year old in tow. No I do not have a babysitter. I have had very bad luck with them down here. Not two minutes that we are there, Sammy starts crying. Not just regular whiny crying either. Full on pissed off crying. Great. Everyone was looking, the "nurses" etc. I just gave them a stare down with my freak eye. Which I also dubbed cyclops eye too. One nurse walked by and said, "is it your right ey.. OH YEAH it's the right eye." Thanks. That makes me feel less freakish. Finally we get to go in. After all the tests which I won't bore you with, the Dr. deduces that the first drops, because they contain Sulfate.. I must have been allergic to.I was informed the general public, about 50% are alergic to sulfate in eye drops. Oh goody. So although it took care of the virus it caused a super allergic reaction in my eye. So with antihistamine and anti-inflammatory drop prescriptions called into the local pharmacy I was on my way. Thursday afternoon the eye was looking alot less freakish. This morning much better. That was until this afternoon. Apparently when you have an allergic reaction in your eye these things called "stringy discharge" can appear. Well I got one. NOT FUN. I had to pull it out of my eye with tweezers. I know I know GROSS. Not something I wanted to do EVER in my life. But I needed relief. It was terribly annoying having it in there. So after I pulled it out not knowing what in the HECK it was.. I went scouring on the internet. And found out. But I came across this most hilarious blog.. called "Things I am over" and omg. I am still laughing about it. So although my squeamishness and gross outness with eyes and eyeballs is FULL ON BACK.. I can laugh about it and realize some people have it way worse.. If you would like to read the blog please go to http://www.thingsiamover.com/2006/03/my_eyes_my_eyes.htmlEnjoy.. and Later Y'all Fri, Mar 23rd 2007, 16:57 GMT http://blogs.fingerlakes1.com/jazzminesworld/spring-ahead-ha/ Ok, not only is it supposed to storm all day tomorrow, but, 3 weeks early, we move clocks ahead an hour. Who is the braniac that came up with this plan? Obviously someone that doesn't have children. Not that it matters that it's 3 weeks early. I hate springing ahead no matter when it is. Losing an hour is no small feat when you haven't really got one to spare. ESPECIALLY when it is an hour of sleep that I'm not getting anyways. I have been in a pattern of non-sleep lately. Some of it due to the kids. Some of it due to stress. Then some of it due to the fact I found a channel that plays "Martin" re-runs at 12 AM - 1 AM. I LOVE Martin Lawrence. one of my favorites is the movie "Nothing to Lose" Hilarious comedy. I used to watch Martin with my brother. We thought his Sha Nay Nay character was hilarious. Anyway, I also found out that my daughter is off from a week of school for Spring Break next week. I guess I had put that out of my mind. But here it is. I could have used that hour to think up some fun things for my daughter to do on vacation but noooo. The hour is almost gone.. Ah well. Looking forward to "Falling" back. Later Y'All Sat, Mar 10th 2007, 13:12 GMT