31
October

Not taking crap

Okay, I signed on to Facebook and one of my friends, who may be at the dance tonight, was posting something about how Obama is bad because he knows some not so friendly people. I didn’t get into his associations because I find that to be an annoyance that most conservatives are unwilling to let anyone correct them on. Instead, I pointed out some of McCain’s. Unfortunately, I still come out of this looking like I’m not well-researched. Ahem, I have been figuring out political stuff since I was a little kid. I made a very informed decision this year, and I am sick of taking crap about it from anyone.

Yes, McCain was a “war hero”, but does that make him any more special than the other men who were captured in Vietnam or any other war? No. He got all this press coverage because of who he is, not what happened to him. And now, it gets covered even more because he won’t let his time go. He brings it up every time the camera is on him. Has anyone else noticed that? Anytime he can get it in, he does. It’s like a freakin’ display of pride for him. He is proud that he was captured and tortured. What’s there to be proud of with that? Yeah, he survived. Others did, too, and still others were not so lucky as to survive. Does that mean they failed the country in some way? No.

What has McCain done for the country in the last thirty years or so since he came home? Not much. He’s more of a waffle than anyone gives him credit for being. He does things for his own benefit, not the benefit of anyone else. I know, that’s what politicians do, but if he’s such a “Maverick”, he would get off his butt and start acting the part. He would start taking care of America, instead of only taking care of people whose opinions are the same as his. He would be different from the crowd, instead of just blending into it.

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29
October

Holiday Wishes Meme 2008

I am starting this by saying that I am not begging. This is a meme that I participate in EVERY year. I want to do it this year with my friends via this blog. To participate, all you have to do is post a link to your list. You do not have to participate at all, but I will try to get you one thing off your list if I know you. I will then try to get people who post links to their lists on here something as well. It may be something small, but I will try to get you something. I am offering to do that because last year people were so gracious and helped me to have a really cheerful Christmas. I want to be able to do the same for other people this year.

First, since y’all are not as familiar with this as the LiveJournal crew, I will post the rules:

STEP ONE
– Make a post (public, friendslocked, filtered…whatever you’re comfortable with) to your blog/LJ. The post should contain your list of 10 holiday wishes. The wishes can be anything at all, from simple and fandom-related (“I’d love a Snape/Hermione icon that’s just for me”) to medium (“I wish for _____ on DVD”) to really big (“All I want for Christmas is a new car/computer/house/TV.”) The important thing is, make sure these wishes are things you really, truly want.
– If you wish for real life things (not fics or icons), make sure you include some sort of contact info in your post, whether it’s your address or just your email address where Santa (or one of his elves) could get in touch with you. [Note: Your home address is not required!]
– Also, make sure you post some version of these guidelines in your blog, or link to this post (it’ll be public) so that the holiday joy will spread.

STEP TWO
– Surf around your friendslist/links (or friendsfriends, or just random journals) to see who has posted their list. And now here’s the important part:
– If you see a wish you can grant, and it’s in your heart to do so, make someone’s wish come true. Sometimes someone’s trash is another’s treasure, and if you have a leather jacket you don’t want or a gift certificate you won’t use–or even know where you could fulfill a wish for someone–do it.

You needn’t spend money on these wishes unless you want to. The point isn’t to put people out, it’s to provide everyone a chance to be someone else’s holiday elf–to spread the joy. Gifts can be made anonymously or not–it’s your call. There are no guarantees with this project, and no strings attached. Just…wish, and it might come true. Give, and you might receive. And you’ll have the joy of knowing you made someone’s holiday special.

Janet’s list
1. DSLR camera (this is for school)
2. Point and Shoot digital camera (at least 7 Mega Pixels)
3. Laptop (this is also for school)
4. Twilight shirts/hoodies (2XL)
5. Bookmarks
6. 2 Basset Hounds (female, since my male dog only likes having girl dogs around)–this would be for my Mom
7. Gift Cards
8. Phrase Books for countries in Europe
9. Travel Books for Europe, especially the Czech Republic
10. Amazon wishlist

Contact
janet.d.morris@gmail.com

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29
October

Near Death Experience?



neardeath, originally uploaded by janetdmorris.

My friends have been joking that if I had been in the car when it was fully on fire that I would have died. My mom said they were actually right, though. That is so scary. It really bugs me that I can look at the picture, see where my life could have ended, and it doesn’t really phase me.

I’ve gotten to the point where I try not to talk about what happened on Saturday with the fire at all. I refer to it as “before what happened” and “after what happened”. I don’t call it the fire or anything. I don’t know why. I figure if I fixate on it too much, then I’ll just go completely insane.

Right now I’m working on helping Jenn arrange a ride to get us to Cullman for the stake dance on Halloween. My mom said she would take us as far as Arab, if Jamie could take us the rest of the way. I guess that would work. If I knew when Elenya would be getting home, I’d suggest her, but that might be asking a bit too much. I mean, she will have just traveled all the way from Indiana.

I’ve got to work on my costume for Friday night. I picked up the shirt I’ll wear from the store yesterday. I just have to embellish it between now and Friday. I also have to figure out how to mix the two shades of eyeshadow to get the perfect shade of blue for the perfect hippie look. I haven’t worn blue eyeshadow much in my life. It’s not exactly a normal color to wear on a daily basis. I mean, I’ll wear purple every day, but not blue. Strange that I’d do one, and not the other.

Oh, my parents were offered the chance to adopt two more dogs–bassets. My dad says absolutely not. I don’t think that’s fair. I think our pack deserves to get a little larger. I mean, all he’d really have to do is serve them food every other day. (I do the food the other days.) My mom and I would be responsible for pretty much everything else. Of course, he would need to help shower them with attention, but that’s pretty easy to do. Of course, he’s all like, “Four dogs is enough.” I can kind of understand what he’s saying, but I would love to make the pack bigger. It would make our dogs we already have happier because they would get more socialization.

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28
October

Deceivingly Smart?

Last night at Family Home Evening, we played Boxers or Briefs. It was a pretty fun game. I’d never played it before, but it was pretty cool. I didn’t expect that people would want to play a game with me ’cause I was kind of sitting there quiet and hanging out by myself, partially due to my foot and partially due to my depression. Hael got a group together and we started playing a game, and I’m glad we did ’cause I hate to think where my mind would have gone if we hadn’t. I’m apparently in that fun time of my year where I can’t be left alone to my own devices, but I can’t be around other people easily. One of the people put down a card that said I was deceivingly smart, which I guess is true. I mean, most people don’t think that I’m smart ’cause I kind of play the ditz card a lot of the time, but I am smart. I didn’t pick that as the true card, though, because there was one that was much more appropriate given the ankle sprain…”I am a klutz.” Of course, I don’t count falling in a hole in the dark as being an act of klutz. My other sprains that I’ve had over the years could, though.

I’m currently trying to get the address for the people behind X Maze so I’ll be able to send them the lovely bill that I have a feeling I’m going to get for having a sprain caused by an accident. I don’t have the money to cover the imaging scans done on my ankle and knee, and Medicare will not like having to foot the bill for an accident that happened somewhere where I was not the owner of the property. Insurances are very strict about that.

I’m trying to think up a way for Jennifer and me to get to the dance on Friday. It’s kind of difficult because I don’t know who is going and who isn’t. I’m sure I’ll think of something. I need to. I mean, if I’m going to go and sit with my foot propped up for three hours, I need to think of a way to do so. ;) Yeah, I know it sounds ridiculous to go to a dance when you know all you’ll be doing is propping your foot up. I think it’d be fun, though.

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27
October

The Unbelievable Actually Happens

So, I’ve taken some time to sleep since everything happened…I got about 6 hours of sleep yesterday and then I got about 8 hours last night. That doesn’t make up for all that was lost, but I guess it’ll help get me through the next few days.

I was supposed to begin my lessons on driving today, but because of my ankle, I am not going to be able to go through with them until it gets better. Speaking of the ankle, I’m getting it checked out this afternoon, along with my knee (which was also hurt in the fall) and my finger (hurt after the fire). I should be able to find out what to do for them. I don’t think anything is broken or seriously injured, but I would still like to be able to make sure that everything is okay before I get up and walk around on my hurt foot and leg a lot. I don’t want to do any more damage than I’ve already done. (I figure that walking through the rest of the maze probably wasn’t the best thing in the world, but they did not have a way for me to get the attention that I needed so that I could prop up my foot.)

I have to call Jennifer in a few minutes to see if she can help me arrange a way to get home from Family Home Evening tonight. I would normally be calling her about now to make sure that she was going to be able to drive me to and from the thing, but since I know that that’s out of the question, I’m just calling as a person from her ward needing the help of the YSA rep from our ward to find a ride. I would call around myself, but I still haven’t gotten my member number to sign in and get my own ward directory.

I’ve finally stopped talking about what happened every few minutes offline. I think I was still processing it until I fell asleep last night. My mom tried to bring things into perspective for me, about being in the car that caught fire. She was like, “I’m not trying to belittle what happened, but you weren’t actually in the car when it was in that much danger of hurting you. You got out before it hurt you.” And she was right, I did get out before it really got consumed, but I still count what I went through as surviving a car fire.

I wish I had therapy sooner. I feel like I need it. I need someone to rant to about things online and off that I can get some feedback from that isn’t biased. I mean, with the whole guy situation, the car fire, the depression that keeps getting worse, and feeling like when I’m with a crowd, I’m being consumed by this horrible dark beast of loneliness. (I know it’s a sign of the depression, but it’s also a sign that maybe I don’t feel like I’m quite as in the group as I thought I was.)

You know what’s really bad? Being in the presence of my friends and still wanting to do something like slit my wrists. I mean, I was so depressed by the end of Saturday that I thought I belonged in the hospital. I was ready to kill myself and I didn’t have a “legitimate reason” to do so except that I felt like I was so alone in the world. I felt like no one would notice if I was gone so I might as well off myself. I haven’t felt that bad since I was at A&M my first year there. I haven’t actually plotted out a suicide to that extent since then. I didn’t realize that I had reached that brink yet, and it’s only October. Things will only get worse from here.

I was telling my mom that I needed to be in the hospital on Saturday night yesterday. I was also telling her that I was trying to schedule in my stay at the hospital while I was going through the whole “my life is falling apart and no one notices or cares” thing. I had things that needed to be done this week, so this week wasn’t going to be good, but I was going to try and get a quick stay in between Tuesday afternoon and Friday. At that point, I was planning to spend Halloween at the dance because I thought that surely my ankle would feel better by then…now, since it’s getting worse, not better, I think I may be propping up still at that point. I still don’t think anyone will notice that I’m not there, except there won’t be a camera going off every few minutes documenting the moments.

That reminds me, Amanda asked me why I always take pictures and I sarcastically told her because I had no life. I think she took me seriously, though. It isn’t because I have no life, it’s because I want to be able to remember what happened in my life. I want to be able to remember the moments that I was happy or sad or suicidal. I want to be able to look back one day and go “I lived and I felt and I experienced” and if I didn’t have the pictures, it might be like waking up with an almost blank slate every day because of the problems I have and the meds I take for them. Sometimes I wake up and I don’t remember the things that go on, and I would like to be able to not have those feelings all the time. I mean, I took those silly face shots of me waiting for Jenn on Saturday and that was a good thing because when everything else fell apart and blew up and all that, I was able to look back at those pictures and remember that for some brief moment, I was silly enough to make those faces. I’m hoping I’ll be that silly again, but I doubt it will happen again until the Spring.

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26
October

Hot Like Fire – a Twisted fairy tale

It all started on one cool, crisp Friday evening, when a certain friend that we shall call Jennifer dropped a certain blogger that we shall call Janet off at Janet’s house after seeing High School Musical 3. Janet went in and stayed up until three in the morning, knowing fully well that she had a big day in the morning. Well, Janet did not know that she had miscalculated how big the next day would be.

As it was the last Saturday morning of the month, Janet only got to sleep until 7 AM. Why? Well, on those Saturdays, Janet’s family picks up Angel Food and brings it home. Janet’s responsibility is to keep an eye on the dogs and make sure no one tries to kill anyone else. Janet takes this responsibility very seriously.

Janet’s parents did not get back until it was almost 10:00, so they were running a bit behind. Much to Janet’s dismay, Jennifer had called to tell her that another friend named Anthony would come to the Books a Million on North Parkway at 11 to meet them so they could hang out before Stake Conference. This meant Janet only had a short while to finish readying herself and taking care of her beloved family, including her four dogs. Janet rushed, probably being mean to her family, but she apologized and all was forgiven. She did succeed in getting ready.

She made sure to tell her family that she loved them, as she always did, before she left. Then, she sat on the front porch and waited for Jennifer. It was 8 minutes after Jennifer was supposed to arrive when Janet went outside, but Janet did not read too much into this, as in this story, most are LDS. (Though we are not referring to this as “Mormon Standard Time”.) Well, a few minutes later, Janet doesn’t quite recall this detail with complete accuracy, so we’re not going to give an exact time here. (Janet’s phone is laying in front of her, but because of things associated with later parts of the story, Janet does not feel like picking the phone up to check her call/text log.) Where were we? Oh, yes, Janet got a text message from Jennifer telling her that she (Jennifer) would be late to pick Janet up. It got to be 11:30 and Janet remembered she didn’t get enough money to make sure that she could eat during the day, and she knew this was going to be a long day. Well, she went in and surprised her parents with the fact that she was still there. They helped her find money, and then she and her mother went outside to wait for Jennifer. When she arrived, shortly thereafter, Janet got in the car and was whisked away to the fair kingdom of Books a Million, a somewhat overpriced retail store.

At Books a Million, Jennifer and Janet goofed off. They looked at various funny, yet clean books. They looked at toys and joked about the previous night’s movie selection being displayed at Books a Million as dolls. They waited and waited for Anthony to arrive. Anthony finally called, after the fair maidens were tired and decided to sit down. He had arrived. They came outside to see Anthony in the car with Amy, Cynthia, and Jordan. All exchanged pleasantries and decided to head to the oft-quaint town of Scottsboro for magical land called Unclaimed Baggage. Now, Unclaimed Baggage is an interesting store, or so the girls had heard. It sells anything that the heart desires, so long as the heart desires stuff that people have lost over the years. Jennifer and Janet discussed how weird it would be to own someone else’s stuff.

It took about thirty minutes to get to Scottsboro, and the two carriages (okay, so they were cars, but let’s pretend for a second they were carriages since this is a fairy tale after all) hurried past many a thing on the way home, including, but not limited to a simulated fire. This may not seem relevant now, but we’re going to get to the interesting part soon.

The fair LDS group decided to stop at Subway to eat sandwiches, where they had fun by talking about books and donating platelets. (Appetizing, no?) Well, the fair group felt that they should be on their way to Unclaimed Baggage now. They were all whisked away by their carriages to the store, though whisking is a bit difficult in such a large metropolis as Scottsboro, especially going through downtown!

They found the store, where there were many a unique bargains. Our young maiden Janet found a nice book on Europe and the best spots to visit there. She bought this book for a little over three dollars. Because they were in the store so long, Janet’s foe, the evil Fibromyalgia kicked in and Janet was stricken with intense pain and tiredness. Janet longed for her comfortable bed for to lay in. Instead she settled for what she assured her fair LDS friends was a bottle of completely sealed Tylenol.

The group left shortly there after, even though it was now about 4:00, to go back to Huntsville. They were planning on eating and changing before the Stake Conference. They drove along, taking notice of many of the splendors of life. For example, a nice, charming, and quaint little eatery known as the Taco Bell was adorned with a lovely sign that read: Closed Due to Fire. Again, this may not seem like a big deal, but it will become evident as one reads on that this was a key to figuring out what was locked in the future of the fair group.

The group drove along in their well-groomed carriages. They began to go faster, which was tugging on the heartstrings of the little carriage carrying our fair Janet and Jennifer. A noise started rumbling. Janet assured Jennifer that she could get Jennifer to the stake center if Jennifer would slow down and let her car “catch its breath”. Suddenly, with great force, the car choked and slowed to a stop. It began to smoke. The girls began to get out of the car, figuring they could come back soon, once their friends had turned around to help them. They called Anthony to let them know what had happened.

All of a sudden, they heard this horrible news. The car that they were, how shall we say it, lolly-gagging near was on fire. Oh, what a wretched beast! They began to get away from the car, but not fast enough for the passers-by, who would shout things like, “Get away! Quick.” The girls hurried away, but stopping to take pictures every few feet because they were trying to “capture the moment”.

They hurried across the scary fairy tale road known as Highway 72 East, which is a major thoroughfare through the North Alabama countryside. Many a fair maiden and kind gentleman have been known to go down such a road. So many that it was surprising how it was so easy for Janet and Jennifer to cross the divided highway.

Somehow in all this nonsense, they began to say things like, 911, which Janet called. Janet heard from the fair mirror at 911 that help was on the way. Huzzah! When it was decided that the girls should call their parents, they wasted no time in letting them know what had happened. One starting with, “We were only going 70 when…”, while the other said, “Hi, mom. Her car just blew up, but we’re okay.” While fair Janet was on the phone with her family, tears began to stream out of her eyes. This, my fair readers, was the beginnings of a panic attack brought on by stress, Janet’s hearing her mother’s voice, and two of Janet’s biggest fears: cars and fires.

Janet was able to control the tears, though she wasn’t afraid to let her friends know she cried them. Not for attention, though. Just to make light of the fact that she had just lived through two of her worst fears, a bad thing happening to a car and a fire.

Plans were made for the fair maidens to go back to Huntsville with the others. They decided that since the maidens’ dress clothes were smoky, the group would go in their jeans and shirts. This made the maidens joyous, as they would not stick out like the proverbial sore thumb. (Ah, has there been a consensus on if sore thumbs do indeed stick out? This may need to be explored.)

The young maidens and their friends from the YSA sat in the back, garnering weird looks from people who came in and noticed they were in their jeans. When someone else came in early in jeans, Janet said to Jennifer that she was pretty sure he didn’t have the excuse that his ride had just caught fire. After the Conference, word spread like a proverbial wildfire to other members of the church about what had happened.

When it was time to leave, the girls headed with their friends to the car to go to eat. Dinner was to be at the impressively charming Cracker Barrel where some could eat breakfast and others would have dinner.

After having a lovely feast, the fair maidens and their friends, which had grown from a group of four to a group of about thirty three, was ready to either go home or go to the X Maze, a corn maze. Of course some were not enthusiastic about going to a “haunted” corn maze. Others, like our dear maiden Janet, were still going through the process of recovering from panic, so they wanted to go home. Still, our fair maiden stuck it out and “took one for the team”.

Of course, by taking one for the team, Janet means she literally took one for the team. She fell quite a few times during the maze, which took about two and a half hours to get through the line for, and then another hour to get through.

So now, our dear maiden Janet is at home nursing a sprained ankle, and missing her ward’s session of Conference this morning. After she and her family take their lovely dogs for a walk, she intends on either taking something to knock her out so that she can finally get some sleep, as she has been up since 7 am yesterday, and, as was previously stated, she only got about three hours of sleep. She is very tired, but, if you know this fair maiden well, she you must know that she has insomnia.

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25
October

Cheesefest



HSM3, originally uploaded by janetdmorris.

Tony, Carrie, Jennifer, and I went to see High School Musical 3. We met Carrie’s friend Wyatt there. It was okay. I had fun. I didn’t really like the movie that much. It was really cheesy. I thought that I was going to kick some middle schoolers’ butts though. They were so annoying. They were screaming, cheering, making noise, etc. Then, at the end, they screamed, “Zac Efron is my future husband.”

I wrote a much longer entry about last night’s escapades, but it’s password protected. If you want the password, all you have to do is ask. I’ll probably give it to you.

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