I’ve been on vacation for the past ten days and, while I’ve had my share of down time, we’ve been busy with the farm. We’re ready to harvest a plethora of veggies in the next few days and plan to take them to Farmer’s Market and hopefully make a few bucks here and there.
Sadie has done remarkably well as far as her recovery from surgery. She gained a lot of weight back and is her typical frenetic personality. We do, however, crate her when we’re not home to supervise her as we don’t trust her to not get into something again. It’s truly amazing what sorts of things a kitten can find with which to get into trouble.
I turned 54 last week. It was unremarkable.
Some time back I had a guy misbehaving here on the blog — it turned out it was a temporary that had been working for me and had some personal issues that he felt necessary to blame me for. He had collection companies calling him at work, and apparently felt that his irresponsibility with his finances could be traced directly back to me because he hadn’t yet been hired permanently. He walked out unexpectedly one day but then found that his temporary agency wouldn’t work with him any more because he walked out on a client. Of course, somehow that was my fault, too.
He sent an email to the VP of my division that was so full of ludicrous accusations that it was easily seen for exactly what it was — an attempt to blame me for his own shortfalls.
For example, he claimed that I falsely applied for overtime during any given week that I may have taken time off. What he apparently DIDN’T realize is that my time sheets were, in fact, completed correctly. He also bitterly complained about the fact that I signed my own time sheet and overtime sheet. Per established procedure, the employee MUST sign any documents submitted for consideration for pay. Because a day off is charged against the leave bank, any extra time that is worked within that same period is charged to overtime/compensatory time. Yet, he raged here on this blog about me being a thief.
He claimed that I constantly abused and swore at my student aides, yet when I submitted a rebuttal to his insane accusations, I submitted with it statements from five former student aides who not only refuted his claims, but went on to say that they still maintain contact with me now and think of me as a “second mother.”
He claimed that my employee was also abused by me but her statement submitted also refuted his insanity.
I ended up having to get a restraining order against him — and obtained one easily after submitting all the pertinent documentation (including his rantings here on the blog) to the district attorney’s office. He tried to hide his I.P. by using anonymous browsing sites, but apparently failed to realize that they do not truly give anonymous web browsing. When a victim contact that anonymous site with dates and times and web sites visited, those browser sites eagerly cough up originating I.P. addresses, lest they be held financially liable for aiding a lunatic with harassment. Each and every one was easily identified and his originating I.P. address consistently came up — even the D.A. felt the guy was obsessed with me.
I think his problem is that he’s a repressed, deeply entrenched-in-the-closet homosexual, along with being an immature asshole, and irresponsible with his money. It’s easier to rage at me than to look at himself. And it looks like he could be back (that or I have another secret admirer). Yeah, the restraining order expired last month…
He once whined to me that he couldn’t afford health insurance or even the cost of a doctor’s visit, yet he has state-of-the-art computer equipment and paid big bucks for a large flat-screen television. Boys and their toys…
Here’s a thought. Jeremy? Grow up.
Speaking of assholes needing to grow up…
Did you listen to Sarah Palin’s functional illiterate speech when she stepped down? Sounded like her 12-year-old wrote the speech for her. Vanity Fair had a great time with her speech — view their editor’s, research department’s, and copy department’s edit marks.
I particularly like the one where she credits Abraham Lincoln with the procurement of Alaska.
What a dumbass — and she wants to put herself out there on a national stage? Hell, I hope she DOES run for President in 2012 against Obama. Obama will win the largest margin of victory in the history of the U.S. — a record that would never be broken.
We bought a Wii that has the fitness bundle. There’s the Wii Fit as well as the Wii Sports software. We have had the best time with it and look at it as a good beginning to our fitness and weight loss quest.
Now that Joe has moved out, we’re going to use the family room downstairs as an exercise room. It’s 15×22 so it’s a good size for it. We’ll have a weight set, Gazelle Glider, Body by Jake Ab Scissor, jogging trampoline, fitness ball and the Wii. We figure to have a “circuit” of sorts.
I’ve been seeing a new chiropractor and am absolutely thrilled at how much better I feel these days. Not only does he practice chiropractic, but he also works with Applied Kinesiology, Meridian Therapy (Accugraph), laser therapy, nutrition and orthotics. Sort of a one-stop shopping place. But beyond convenience, I’m seeing REAL results and am finally beginning to wake up mornings WITHOUT the pain I used to have.
A man is driving down a country road, when he spots a farmer standing in the middle of a huge field of grass. He pulls the car over to the side of the road and notices that the farmer is just standing there, doing nothing, looking at nothing. The man gets out of the car, walks all the way out to the farmer and asks him, “Ah excuse me mister, but what are you doing? “The farmer replies, “I’m trying to win a Nobel Prize. “How?” asks the man, puzzled. “Well, I heard they give the Nobel Prize . . . to people who are out standing in their field.”