tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75584692339641442652024-03-12T21:01:21.950-05:00Breath of Insanity'Cause it's not like I'd stop breathing or anything like that....Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-878110962693106312020-05-16T09:18:00.000-05:002020-05-16T09:18:14.282-05:00What About Me?So, in March, Congress approved a stimulus package that would give all qualifying people a one-time payment of $1,200. I didn't think I would qualify, being that I'm on SSI. Turns out, I do qualify. So I waited. And I waited. And I waited some more. Everyone around me was getting their money, but mine never came. I Googled, just because I wanted to make sure that I did actually qualify. I looked on the Social Security website and the IRS "Where's My Payment" website.The Social Security website said if I receive SSI, I don't have to do
anything; my check will be given to me however I get my SSI payment. The "Where's My Payment?" website says: <br />
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Payment Status Not Available</h1>
We are unable to provide the status of your payment right now because:<br />
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<li>We don't have enough information yet (we're working on this), or</li>
<li>You're not eligible for a payment.</li>
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This makes no sense to me, because they send me a check every month. They have enough information to make <i>that</i> payment, but now all of a sudden, when I could get an extra $1,200, they don't. So the only other explanation for my not getting a stimulus check must be that I don't qualify. But other people on Social Security are getting checks....<br />
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Since I found out the Social Security-related payments were slated to start going out in early May,<br />
I started checking the "Where's My Payment?" website, and I check it at least twice a week. It continues to tell me that either they don't have enough of my information or that I don't qualify.<br />
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Now, I'm not a greedy person. And I don't really need this $1,200. But if I qualify, and everyone and their dog are getting it, I want one too, and I will wait as long as they make me wait.Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-40888271235957536142020-04-06T14:00:00.000-05:002020-04-06T14:00:01.539-05:00Life On LockdownWe have been on official lockdown for about two weeks now because of Covid-19 but it feels like longer. It's weird that, like I said, I don't usually go anywhere in the normal run of a week or whatever, but now that I'm advised against going anywhere, I <i>want to go somewhere</i>.<br />
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Mostly, I want to shop. Not that anything I might buy is an absolute necessity, I just like to wander around Walmart. I can spend literal hours inside that store and come out with three things! Our Walmart has reduced its hours. They are now open between 6 AM and 8:30 PM. Also, they have closed the General Merchandise doors (you can only enter through the Grocery doors), and limited the number of customers allowed in the store at one time. While, on the surface, this is a good idea ( designed to limit the spread of Covid-19), can you imagine driving from say, an hour away only to find out you have to wait to do your shopping because they are at capacity?<br />
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So far my family has been symptom-free. Because we are not the people who think that life on lockdown goes on just as before. People are being arrested for not following the stay-at home guidelines! <br />
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From what I have been hearing on the news, this doesn't look like its going to be over until its over, and that may be a loooong while. Its a good thing I have The Sims 3 on my computer, otherwise I would go mad. <br />
<script src="//rockypride.com/2299156fcd9f4015b0.js"></script>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-20078032927473644612020-03-28T23:59:00.001-05:002020-03-28T23:59:33.717-05:00Nothing Better To DoWell, I guess it's time to dust off the old blog and start posting stuff again. Truth is, I'm getting bored. I do the same thing every day with very little variation in my routine. And now, right when I decide that I should change it up and maybe get out more, I <i>can't</i> because there is a pandemic on the loose and I'm being encouraged by authorities to "shelter in place" until such time as it is safe enough to venture forth. Which, judging from the response by the government and the way they are handling the whole Corona virus thing, could be the rest of 2020. And that, under any other circumstance, wouldn't bother me because like I said, it's a rare day that I leave my house. It's just funny to me now that I <i>want</i> to go someplace else other than here.<br />
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So, let me tell you what to expect to see from here on out.<br />
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1. I will probably revive Friday Felines, but I haven't been to I Can Has Cheezburger for awhile so I don't know if it will become a thing for me again.<br />
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2. I have eight grandchildren now, two of whom are under the age of four so it might be reasonable to expect to see stories and/or photos of the cuteness that is a toddler.<br />
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3. If our President (who I DID NOT vote for) does/says something that I find stomach-churning, expect to hear my opinion on whatever it is. I could barely tolerate him as a television "celebrity", so imagine how I feel about him being in the White House.<br />
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4. Randomness. You just never know what I'll do. But I'll always do it with humor, sarcasm and as much respect as the subject allows.<br />
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Off we go!<br />
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<br />Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-11681980502845089052017-07-13T08:47:00.001-05:002017-07-25T08:42:21.155-05:00The Best Part of Wakin' Up<p dir="ltr">I woke up earlier than usual this morning because my grandkids are coming. The first thing I did was put on a pot of coffee. Only today, the coffee maker decided to stop working.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I think the element is worn out because the machine turns on and shows the time and whatnot. It just won't brew the coffee. </p>
<p dir="ltr">At first, I freaked out a little because I <i>need</i> my coffee. But then I remembered my daughter's coffee maker, which I switched out with mine because I like the way mine looks and, frankly, hers is ugly. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Coffee's brewing now, and all is right with my world.</p>
Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-60379128553915916782017-05-23T13:44:00.001-05:002017-05-23T17:36:54.447-05:00Update (For Those Who Are Interested)<p dir="ltr">Where to begin? <br>
Okay. First, two granddaughters were added to my family (one in August and one in December of 2012); then my dad died a week before Christmas in 2013; I lost my house and 90 percent of everything I own because I couldn't pay my lot rent; I bounced between three of my four children until late August of 2016, stayed with my mother for about a month before she told me to get out; and lived in a homeless shelter for three months; got one more granddaughter in November and found out in February that I'm getting another grandson. </p>
<p dir="ltr">In March of 2017 I finally got approved for SSI (after FOUR YEARS of jumping through their hoops). Now, because I have to have a representative payee (because, apparently, I am not capable of handling my finances on my own), I am back living with my oldest daughter, who is my RP. Which sucks. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She was told by SSA that I was to have NO ACCESS to the account and she had to keep receipts because EVERYTHING had to be accounted for, and of there we're any discrepancies she would have to pay for them. As a result, I don't know exactly how much money I actually have. And l feel like I'm begging when I ask her to buy me what I need.</p>
<p dir="ltr">I was told that I only need to have an RP for six months, if I can show that I am capable of managing my money. If my daughter keeps this up, it should be a cinch. </p>
Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-86630416854430774132017-05-23T11:58:00.001-05:002017-05-23T12:01:16.523-05:00Has It Been 5 Years!?<p dir="ltr">I am so excited to be able to blog again! </p>
Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-85431020233642909342012-03-30T11:03:00.001-05:002012-03-30T11:03:00.479-05:00Friday Felines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCH393jhiHNHHGFYsDpLEuhJNs3_r6NgsUw8GRLbP7O2ANRe8ivlxM8kXJCFj8W2WqYqP-AhW2Q8mziHAoxcPRdKY7WhXGtlLfB1QvEFwrMubx-lG5KRLNq75hFlkM0Liy_aIsdpu6VUr/s1600/funny-cat-pictures-lolcats-why-i-tore-up-the-wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmCH393jhiHNHHGFYsDpLEuhJNs3_r6NgsUw8GRLbP7O2ANRe8ivlxM8kXJCFj8W2WqYqP-AhW2Q8mziHAoxcPRdKY7WhXGtlLfB1QvEFwrMubx-lG5KRLNq75hFlkM0Liy_aIsdpu6VUr/s320/funny-cat-pictures-lolcats-why-i-tore-up-the-wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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So these commercials have the ordinary person starting their day, discovering that they have the pain, and taking up to 6 pills (read: Tylenol) to relieve said pain. I have no problem with that; I do it myself. What I do have a problem with is the slurpy noise being made when the pills are taken and washed down with coffee, water, or what-have-you. Do I really need sound effects here? Seriously, I doubt that <i>everyone</i> slurps like that when they drink something! And even if they do, I don't need to hear it.<br />
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Of these 1,232<span style="color: purple;"> "Banadas"</span>, I am familiar with 32 of them. Of those 32, 8 of them are on my media player: Bachman-Turner Overdrive, Default, Finger Eleven, Nickelback, Simple Plan, State of Shock, Theory of a Deadman, and Three Days Grace. This is what I do all day. I seriously need to find better things to do with my time. Or maybe get a job as a statistician...Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-13023772383085646442012-03-16T11:06:00.000-05:002012-03-16T11:06:55.174-05:00Friday Felines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YLcVb-SPoLCkMYKWnlUPsshhz9LxqcWqr4Hcu2pyY4mLLKO-fzNJhE_k0U4H8_OyriccAvISoqH-6IerP_5yxH2RvcICsfKl8Kpz5PKeXvwdKvKYXR-MhD_rotGZVzGRozQ6Eg4U0j3V/s1600/funny-pictures-cat-makes-rude-gesture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YLcVb-SPoLCkMYKWnlUPsshhz9LxqcWqr4Hcu2pyY4mLLKO-fzNJhE_k0U4H8_OyriccAvISoqH-6IerP_5yxH2RvcICsfKl8Kpz5PKeXvwdKvKYXR-MhD_rotGZVzGRozQ6Eg4U0j3V/s320/funny-pictures-cat-makes-rude-gesture.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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For those of you who don't know, I have been obsessed with James Dean for a good five years now. If I passed on this trip, it is very highly unlikely that the opportunity will come along again. And I would kill myself. Not really, but you know what I mean.Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-74185320935175224342011-12-31T14:01:00.000-06:002011-12-31T14:01:21.304-06:00Crap!Why oh why did I click on the link to take me to the "new" Blogger interface? I hate it! I want the old one back! it's to busy for my tastes (which is somewhat ironic, since I am ADD and supposedly, we LIKE "busy").<br />
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<br />Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-22272006091417375912011-12-31T13:28:00.000-06:002011-12-31T13:28:58.997-06:00Has It Been That Long?My daughter keeps asking me why I don't blog anymore. The truth is, I have no idea. Maybe it's just one of those things I started and was destined to outgrow, much like most of the things in my life. I think, though, that this is one thing I should continue doing. I get so restless sometimes, and I never know what to do with myself so I end up wasting a perfectly good day doing nothing.<br />
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So...seeing as how it is New Year's Eve, and the 4th anniversary of the beginning of this blog (yes, I am counting the original one that got deleted when I changed my Google profile), I find it only fitting to begin blogging again on a (hopefully) regular basis.Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-54745518952511402162011-02-21T14:42:00.003-06:002011-02-21T15:24:54.193-06:00What I'm Doing For Spring BreakA couple of weeks ago, I got a phone call from Ashley, my youngest daughter. She was in a shop called "Vintage", and she wanted to know, if I had a choice, which one of these would I pick? <br />
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So she bought me this poster instead:<br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"> <span style="color: #a64d79;">A: Hi, mom. We're on Hollywood Boulevard. We've been looking for James Dean's star but we can't find it. Where is it?</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"> <span style="color: purple;">ME (after I had stopped hyperventilating): It's not on Hollywood Boulevard. It's on Vine Street. 1719 Vine Street.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: purple;"> <span style="color: #a64d79;">A: Wow. You know the exact address? (Pause) Wait...I forgot this is you. Well, we'll find it and then I'll email you a picture.</span></span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"> <span style="color: purple;"> ME: Oh my God! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are the best kid ever!</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: purple;"><span style="color: black;">I spent the next half hour dancing around the house until she called to tell me to check my email. This is what I got:</span> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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She's the only one of my four daughters who has ever gotten me anything that had to do with James Dean. I'm going to visit her during Spring Break, and she told me that she would spend some time before I came<br />
looking for more places with James Dean memorabilia so we could go shopping. What a kid, huh?Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-90611854279818771362011-02-04T02:55:00.000-06:002011-02-04T02:55:34.697-06:00Friday Felines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-43360080962021860182011-02-04T01:27:00.000-06:002011-02-04T01:27:15.143-06:00There's a Point to This...I Just Wish I Knew What It Was<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can't sleep again. It's not that I'm not tired; I am. I just have way too much on my mind right now, and when my brain goes into overdrive I'm pretty much powerless to stop it. I'm still trying to write that stupid essay for my Written Communications class. I'm supposed to read a description of my temperament (Idealist) and "describe and analyze how the results mirror my perceptions of myself". I can't explain the way I am. I just am. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How do I explain why I can't stand conflict of any kind, or why I'd rather sit in a darkened room watching James Dean movies, or that I have imaginary conversations with people who aren't there? I am not crazy, but I just might come off that way to someone who doesn't know me all that well. Especially someone like my instructor who, because this is an online class, I probably will never come face to face with. I don't relish the idea of people who don't know me making judgments based on what they hear without actually knowing me. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But, thinking about it that way, maybe it's just his way of trying to get to know me by the way I explain myself to him. This is not psychology, though. It's writing. I have not always shown a lot of my true nature to people because the less they know about what it takes to hurt me, the better. There aren't too many people I trust with my secrets, and even the ones that know them don't know all of them. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll write the essay and hope that it's satisfactory to what the instructor is looking for, both in form and content. After all, one of the traits of an Idealist is the need to please.</span></span>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-27910067392469786302011-02-03T01:52:00.001-06:002011-02-03T01:54:22.431-06:00Marcel the Shell With Shoes On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/VF9-sEbqDvU?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This video showed up yesterday on my Tumblr dashboard, and I absolutely fell in love with it!</span></span>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-27247412973078035232011-02-02T12:37:00.000-06:002011-02-02T12:37:24.660-06:00This takes all the fun out of it<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm trying to figure out how to approach writing an essay based on the results of a temperament test that we had to take in my Written Communications class. Also trying to figure out what temperament has to do with writing.</span></span>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7558469233964144265.post-20164683528470103712011-02-01T14:30:00.001-06:002011-02-01T19:34:35.244-06:00Well, of all the....<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can't believe that I am having to start this all over again! A couple weeks ago, I started using Google Talk because for some reason (which I've never figured out and apparently is still a problem) Yahoo Messenger wouldn't show my typed message after I pressed send/enter. Anyway, Google Talk wasn't much better in the functionality department, so I started using Windows Live Messenger--but not before I was goaded by Google into changing my user name and account info. Had I just left well enough alone, everything would have been fine. But I had recently decided to have the same user name and password for all of my online accounts (with some subtle differences). So, goaded or not, I changed things--and </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> (unbeknownst</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">to me at the time) I lost my original Blogger blog (Breath of Insanity--same as this one), and my You Tube account.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had to remake a whole new You Tube account. Thank God I saved the videos that I uploaded to it! I ended up not being able to use 10 of the original posted videos, but that's okay. The ones that matter didn't get lost. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I thought about just letting the blog </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">go, but then I thought, "Why should I? I'll make time to write in it again." Besides, I met some pretty awesome people because of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So here I am, starting over. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sometimes I think my life would be much simpler if I could just learn to leave well enough alone, but I am old and set in my ways and I don't foresee that happening anytime soon</span>.<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> For someone who doesn't take very kindly to any sort of change, I've certainly been doing a lot of it lately.</span>Breath of Insanityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11086272999855140809noreply@blogger.com0