I received a letter from the payment center about my paychecks. They told me I owed them money from over payment on my hours. After speaking with our HR Guru, she discovered that the payment center incorrectly recorded the codes. Here's a kicker! It turns out I am owed days in pay........lol.
I love it!! They thought I made a mistake in pay and it turns out it was their mistake and now they owe me! HA HA! It may be just 3 days, but hell! I will take it.

If they were in front of me right now, I would tell them to bite me.

The insurance will not pay for surgery....yet. We have to explore other avenues.
So instead of waiting for them to approve one treatment after another, the doctor has devised a plan. Combine all 4 of the treatments and make headway. That way we can do what we can in order to appease the insurance company and give my back some much needed attention. The doc has put in a request for: Cortisone injections while taking water therapy and Pain Management with (non chiropractic) Spine manipulation. That is a fancy name for intricate massage. I do not like meds and am adamant about not taking pills, so this treatment works for me.

He took more x-rays and another MRI. The swelling has gone down around the bulging discs is subsiding and the tear seems to be healing. All of the rest that I have been taking, no rock climbing, hiking or long walks is doing me some good. The chance of the bulging discs being treated without surgery is good. But we won't know until the 3 months of combined treatments are over. I am optimistic and can't wait for the approval from the insurance company. YAY!!!

I am very pleased.

All of a sudden I am thinking of my sisters......lol


I want to play! I want to play!!


A cure and fun at the same time. What will men think of next?


There's always fun to be had on the farm.


Just a few giggles for you.
xoxox

At 0300 the authorities were called to the Cleaver residence. Upon their arrival they discovered Mr. Cleaver in the den with his head bashed in. The lead detective questioned Mrs. Cleaver and after her eloquent alibi of being in the kitchen baking cookies for the church revival, the detective decided that Mr. Cleaver must have had a massive hard on from viewing porn web crap, lost blood flow to his brain, fell over and smashed his own head on the side of the desk.

After a lengthy flirt session..um....interrogation, Mrs. Cleaver was found innocent and is free to start dating and baking more cookies.

Was it Mrs. Cleaver in the den with the rolling pin? You tell me.

Two towns away, Sgt Gray was on the trail of the terribly rich Mrs. Peacock. Col. Mustard was dead and the only lead was the pearl lodged in his throat and a spent shell casing from a semi automatic firearm. Possibly a Glock 17? But how could it be? Mrs. Peacock said that she was in bed getting comfy with all of her jewels.


Sgt Gray had his suspicions. Informants told the Sgt. that Mrs. Peacock had it in for Professor Plum, so he waited and waited for the spoiled debutante Mrs. Peacock to make her move. He saw some shadows through the dim light in her bedroom. Was she making her move? Yes, she was! He turned on his infra red camera and busted Mrs. Peacock with glock in hand!


Subsequently she was found guilty of shooting Col. Mustard on the balcony with a gun and the attempted murder of Professor Plum.


The other suspicious characters are:
guitartxn, bighoss2, ohdontmindme, KaioticEvil, TexAngel, MrMrsFX, Innate Lovers, gacouple_706, JediMasterBater, LuLusBakery, Jersey_Girl, curious48, Merry_Fishmas, Whispermyname, mrsUnderDog59, Undisclosedid1, MastersLizzie, Showy_Showy and me, tight_wet_lips

Plus the easy to view NN approved link.
[url]http://bitly.com/bundles/rockhard6isback/k[/url]

Most of them are valid. Some? Not so much. A few? Laughable. The rare ones? Hysterically Unjustifiable.
Ever since NN initiated the new rule about message limits, the complaints have been numerous. Most of the time I have ignored them because they all have a right to voice how they feel.

Earlier in status, I decided to speak up to one member who falls into the category of the hysterically laughable complaint section. He/She truly doesn't have a reason to complain what so ever! Their profile boasted EVERY single avenue to reach them off of NN. Their profile listed all of the social media addresses to send them messages. Now tell me? How in the world does this person have the right to complain about NN limits when they have advertised numerous ways to reach them? Which by the way, this person is using NN as free advertisement. FREE Advertisement?

Like I said, there are levels of the validity of complaints. This one fails miserably.

About 2 miles from me is Lovers Point Beach. Around this beach there are benches that were constructed very differently than regular benches. I noticed boulder/backless benches when I moved to the area a few years back. As you can tell, the Little Lego Man and I are still neck-n-neck on our ideas of what we find interesting. This Lego entry is called "The Bench"

His bench. What view can we see from his bench? Probably anything you want to see. Let your own mind wander.


My pic of the Lovers Point bench.


I wonder just how many lovers have cuddled on this bench? The view, the romance and the simplicity of it's placement has probably drawn hundreds of thousands of couples over the years. Daydreams are probably in abundance on this bench. It may not be the typical bench, but that is the beauty of it.

Okay, it has been a great big whirlwind. But that is good. I strive on madness. Months ago, I mentioned that I was actively seeking a promotion. So far I have been approached for positions by several departments. Some I applied for and others have contacted me. Over the last few weeks I have been offered promotions (cannot name the depts) in Indiana and Colorado. I had to turn them down due to the weather. I do love to play in the snow, but living in it would be the death of me! I admit it...I'm a wimp! I feel good about turning them down. The $$$ would have been good, but I draw the line at the feeling of getting up in the morning on a snowy day with my nipples feeling like ice.

Yesterday I was given a tentative offer for a job and if accepted I would be moving two cities from my sons. It isn't a pay raise but the position is in the field of mediation. Every department needs a Mediator and since I already convince others to change their minds about death, I could use that experience to bring 2 people or a group of them to a friendly conclusion. In a way my entire career has been in mediation in some form..lol
I haven't decided if I am going to take this offer. When I moved to my current position, I told myself that I would not accept another job unless it was for a promotion. What is making this a difficult decision is that the US Agency I would be with is outstanding and it would be an honor to work with them.

Not only have I been racking my brain over what to choose for my next position and home, I have also been sketching and painting my wee little heart out. My sons have their birthdays in a few weeks and my gifts to them will be some art pieces. I am so excited over what I am creating.
My visits here have been random and it does make me giggle to see the hub bub about the changes..lol. It has helped calm the cyclone in my brain. Plus it give my fingers a rest from painting.

I am going to sleep on Saturday and not think of anything!
It's time to catch up on blogs.

My Daddy was 76 when he passed away. He would have been 83 years old today. Each year since his death, I celebrate his birthday for him. He used to love Andre Champagne....lol...$2.99 a bottle. I have no clue why he loved it so. But hey, it made him happy. Each year I would ask him what I should bring for dinner and he would tell me to pick up some Andre. All of us used to sit around drinking cheap champagne while listening to his records. His record collection filled all of the shelves in the hall closet. I miss those records and the scratchy sounds. Those records defined home to me. It was our little world and no one could take those beautiful sounds from us.

Tonight I had some Andre Champagne and listened to some of the music that we all enjoyed. I don't have the record player that he so lovingly cherished, so You Tube was blaring with songs by: Frank Sinatra, Andy Williams, Burt Bacharach, Neil Diamond, Roy Orbison, The Spinners, Petula Clarke, Dusty Springfield, Barry Manilow, Al Jolson, Irish Instrumentals, Music from the opera Fiddler on the Roof and so many more songs. Too many to list.

My Daddy wasn't perfect. No one is. But what he did with his faults was learn from them and grow. What he was good at was raising all of us girls and my brother. I am so very grateful for that. We didn't have much but he was gave us what we needed and occasionally what we dreamed of. The things we needed are the things I remember the most about him. What any child needs from their parents are love, understanding, patience, guidance and the reassurance that if that child needs them, they will be there again. And he was there. No doubt. He gave me more than I could imagine to help me make it on my own and to raise the sons that I have now.

Daddy, tonight I turned up the music and toasted you with the cheap champagne that you loved so much. I had a good time. I didn't get to dance with you during Frankie's 'Fly me to the Moon'....lol, or hear you mimic singing like Al Jolson....giggle*
But those memories are in my heart.
Happy Birthday, Daddy.
I love you.

Men, you can now smoke and masturbate at the same time!
Whew! And you were worried that all was lost.


Why waste hours going to the doctors for a test? You can shove a camera right up your ass all on your own!

WTH? I mean really? WTH?


I wonder if a porn perv created this?


Just some giggle snorts for you.
xo

This is what I do before I head off to bed for the night.
1. Walk into the kitchen for a drink of milk.
2. Go into the living room and straighten the pictures on the wall.
3. Arrange the pillows on the couch.
4. Lock the front door.
5. Turn out the living room light.
6. Stand at the window for a few moments and look out at the sky and think about the day.
7. Check the locked door.
8. Saunter into the bathroom to brush my teeth, brush my hair, clean my face and tell myself that I rock....lol.
1 through 8 take about 12 to 15 minutes.
9. Finally I am in the bedroom where I; Check on the glock in the drawer, fluff the pillows, check the lock on the sliding glass doors in the bedroom, climb into bed, say my prayers, read a few chapters of a book, when done I grab my huggie pillow and then sing a few songs.
The time for #9 varies depending on if I read or not.

Now all of this would be different if I lived with a man....lol.
If you think I am weird, then sit there and think about what you do before you head to bed.