delurking

Do you post comments on the blogs you read? I'm not usually a joiner, but have occasionally been moved enough to add my two cents. Twice actually.

In the second comment I've ever posted I included a link to an accupressure page that described how to relieve a headache, and Im not sure if including a link is considered bad manners.

Someone taught me this amazing technique several years ago, and it has only failed to work twice: once when I was using it on a data entry clerk whose hand muscles were HUGE, and once on someone who had chronic migraines-- though it works on my daughters migraines.

I also taught this to my old boss when he was dating a girl who had frequent headaches. He was very, very grateful.

Apparently, the technique has a name:

Point Ho-ku - location and technique
Over the dorsum of the hand, in between the 1st and 2nd metacarpal bones.
Lie or sit down.
Use thumb to press firmly against the 2nd metacarpal bone and massage in a circular motion.
It is best to have both sides done at the same time, but if no one is able to help, you can massage one side for up to five minutes and then switch to the other side.

animal research

And thanks to spoiled 'fat girl', who likes to shove herself under my mouse bearing hand while I'm working, I've learned the optical mouse works fine on cat heads and backsides.

am I that transparent?

Okay, I understand why an optical mouse doesn't track on a glass tabletop, but why does it also fail to track when I use my thigh as a mouse pad? It works fine if said thigh is clothed, but there is no cursor movement when rolling the mouse over bare skin. Weird.

Loaves and fishes would be easier

This week I donated several bags of clothing to the thrift store, including a white straw beret with grosgrain ribbon trim. Tonight I was backstage at the play in which bumpy is performing-- a youth theater production of Disney's High School Musical-- helping the kids get ready for the show. The director, who has figured out that I carry a small sewing kit in my bag, came over to me and explained that she had forgotten a key part of one of the leads costumes and needed my help. She held out two white tube socks and asked “can you make a beret for me? The show starts in 45 minutes”


And this is why I'm a pack rat.

reduce, reuse, recycle

I'm trying to figure out how to collect massive amounts of child support from someone who always manages to find work under the table. Internet, if you have any advice: I am listening.

I am a single mom, but not by choice. Yahoo (that's what I call Bumpy's father) is an idiot. No, really. When I tried to have his parental rights terminated on the grounds of child abandonment (7 years ago, after three or so years of no support, phone calls, or contact of any sort), he actually-- swear to God I am not making this up-- he actually sent the income affidavit from his older daughters child support case. The one he had notarized and submitted to a court in another state where he claimed that Bumpy LIVED WITH HIM IN THAT OTHER STATE. Just to clarify in case I was sort of garbled: he sent documented and notarized proof that he had perjured himself in court.

Did I mention he's an idiot? I still can't decide if I should try harder to collect the $45,000 or so in back support he's built up, or if I should write it off and consider myself lucky to be the EX.

On the day we signed the final papers, his mommy drove out 2000 miles to pick him up and take him home. At least she brought Bumpy a present: a very blond, yet strange looking baby doll dressed in a frilly pink dress, and strapped into a little dolly stroller. Bumpy wouldn't go near the doll and my mom and I thought the doll was rather odd-- partly because of the strong resemblance to Yahoo's mommy, who is not a baby.

After about a week of the doll just sitting in the stroller, looking weird in her hot pink ruffles, and with some prodding from my mom, I finally decided to investigate. I mean, what company would make such a weird looking doll? I checked the back of the neck, but didn't find a makers mark, so I undressed the baby to check her little back. Still no mark. Finally I undid the little diaper to see if the mark was on the dolls bottom.

Surprise surprise! There was a PENIS sticking out from between his/her legs. “Maybe F*** (Yahoo's mommy) has one too (because they looked so much alike)” gasped my mom between snorts of laughter.

Work in progress

I think Blogger has solved my image dilemma... at least partially. Now, instead of posting all of the images, I'll post some of the more interesting, and the rest will be uploaded to my Vintage Illustration album. That way people can browse all of the images, instead of having to hunt around the blog. Now to figure out how to allow people to download a really high quality copy of the file....

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