Dear Self:

Please catch whatever it is you’re trying to catch and get it over with already!

Still not feeling up to snuff… I’m itchy, my eyes hurt, my headache comes and goes like my head is a revolving door, I’m tired, achy, crampy, and generally feel like crud. 

And the stores have Christmas stuff up, which for some reason annoys the hell out of me. 

(Wow, talk about your non sequiturs!)

Anyway, I’m going to try, once again to get some sleep. It’s nearly 3:30am. 


I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~


Post Thanksgiving bleh…

Actually, it happened before Thanksgiving (like the night before). 

I went to the ER. Again. 

I was feeling a lot of pain in the same place I did when I had gallstones and pancreatitis last January, and it didn’t go away on its own. So I had Daniel (who hasn’t been feeling well himself this week) take me to the ER.

Where they didn’t find anything extraordinary to warrant a hospital stay. The only thing that they could’ve done was to remove my gallbladder, and after reading my chart, they knew my liver doc didn’t recommend it (and the 65% chance I could die after the surgery).

So they sent me home with prescriptions for pain and nausea, and to eat a bland diet (kind of difficult on Thanksgiving). 

Thanksgiving itself was kind of low key; Scott and Marc had to work and Daniel was sick (though he came over to my sister’s later because he was hungry). Dean’s parents weren’t there because his dad was in the hospital recovering from surgery. Didn’t get a whole lot of leftovers. I’m thinking of getting a turkey breast and roasting it for the three of us who live here after I get paid on the 30th. 

Right now, I’m feeling somewhat better, but I’m tired. My eyes hurt and light bothers me. And Pazzo dug his back claws into my arm trying to cuddle. He doesn’t realize he’s not as small as Salem. 

So that was my Thanksgiving. No Black Friday bs, no way to get anywhere even I if I had money to spend. Haven’t even left the house today. Might do something tomorrow as my friend Cynthia and her family are coming thru Oklahoma on their way home to Dallas from visiting her brother in Denver. We’ll see what happens with that.

I’m going to snooze for a bit, I think.

I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~

A Nation of Special Snowflakes? Eff that!

I’ve been reading these stories about college students who are so upset by the results of the election, that professors are allowing these kids to not take exams.

How effing stupid is this? 

So sorry that the election didn’t work out in your favor, but to be big crybabies about it? This is real life, sunshine. Sometimes we don’t get what we want. 

Like it or not, Donald Trump will be our president come January 20. I don’t like it, but that’s something we’ll ALL have to deal with. 

So, go take your damn exams and act like grown ups, instead of little babies. The world does NOT revolve around you. This is the real. fucking. world, and the sooner you figure that out, the better off you’ll be. 

And to those profs allowing this behavior and cancelling exams, SHAME ON YOU! I highly suggest you get out of higher education and go back to teaching kindergarten. You’re a disgrace to the institutions who employ you. SHAME, SHAME on you!


I’m Stef, this is my 2¢, and this is where it’s @ !~

President Trump?!

It’s true. Donald Trump will become the 45th President of the United States.

This is going to take some getting used to. 

First question was, “What have we done?” 

I don’t like it, and I didn’t vote for him, but he got elected anyway. Not that Hillary Clinton was any better, in my opinion. I didn’t cast my vote for her either. 

Given everything Trump said during the campaign, I truly fear for my country. Will he do all those things; build a wall, deport people based on religion, repeal Obamacare (and have nothing better or comparable to replace it)…? What happens if someone doesn’t agree with him? Do they go to prison? An internment camp? Get water boarded?

These may be baseless fears, but right now, it’s all a lot of people are thinking about, even if they never express those thoughts out loud. 

And what will happen to me, with my current medical problems, if he manages to get the Affordable Care Act repealed and has nothing to replace it with? If I cannot afford health insurance, would the new president’s signature be, in effect, signing my death certificate? 

Again, this may be a baseless fear, but it’s my life here! I have to be concerned about that. No one else will be concerned about it… it’s all on me.

Time for the US to consider universal healthcare?

What about the rights of the LGBT community? People of color? Women? Immigrants? Those who practice religions that are not Christian? Native Americans? What about their rights? Will the marriage equality act be struck down? 

If Trump really wants to unite all Americans, he can’t pick and choose which ones he’ll unite. He either serves all of the people, or none of the people.

Time will tell, and until then, if he comes up with some ridiculous and unconstitutional plan to malign certain segments of the population…point me in the direction the nearest protest. 

After all, it’s my country, and I’ll fight for her the in the streets of need be. I hope it doesn’t come to that.

And maybe I’ll go talk to someone knows more about this than I do. I’ve spent nearly 53 years going with the flow. Maybe it’s time for me to go against it.

Silence is consent, and I refuse be silent.


I’m Stef, and this is where it’s @ !~