This morning my status said "Facebook and Ambien don't mix". Shortly after taking Ambien, my talk takes a brave turn. Hence the detailed conversation about Christina Aguilera's nearly-exposed anatomy last night.
But if you wait a little while longer, my communication style quickly deteriorates, as the following text with my son clearly demonstrates: (we are going to visit him in a couple weeks)
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Jason Swearingen
hey
i tried to respond to your message via email and it wouldnt let me.
Anyway, There's a bar nearby called Moe's Tavern (after the bar in the
Simpsons) that is really cool. It's low-key and the woman who runs it
is super-nice, and they do KARAOKE on sunday nights.
Diane Swearingen
What message
Diane Swearingen
oh no...
oh no...
Jason Swearingen
A few of our friends went last weekend and said it was not very busy
and everyone got to sing as many times as they wanted to
So....hehehehe
Oh yes. That would be awesome.
Diane Swearingen
Be thinking of a song to sing together
I am flying on am ambien jet plane right now
Jason Swearingen
haha awesome
Diane Swearingen
something weird al?
Jason Swearingen
im sure they have weird al
Diane Swearingen
Out michell jackson
Helensburgh
Ha! I mean hehehehehe
Jason Swearingen
hahaha, what?
Diane Swearingen
We must butI require courage
Jason Swearingen
I'm starting to see the effects of the Ambien.
Diane Swearingen
My eyes won't work!
Keyboard is slanted & bumpy
Jason Swearingen
This is the best conversation ever.
Diane Swearingen
Org is, pantry out?
Wait...
Wait.
it is, isn't it?
Jason Swearingen
What?
Diane Swearingen
Best conversation
Half sleep, not responsible for what unfolds
Jason Swearingen
Don't worry. I'm going to save this conversation so I can show it to you later.
Diane Swearingen
Need rio sleep....big boy
Jason Swearingen
Love you!
Diane Swearingen
Hey, I've ambiened sex. Hours mitch more can you you embarrass me?
Jason Swearingen
Hahahahaha. Go to bed, mom.
Diane Swearingen
I love you too sweet baboo
Jason Swearingen
Love you!
Diane Swearingen
Love YOU MORE, so there
Mighty night
Xoxo
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
God is in the Ebay auction...
This year, in our local Relay For Life, I will be walking for Stephanie - a woman I have never met. I don't even know Stephanie's last name, but the way that I learned about her is amazing.
Via a recent Ebay auction, I sold a teacup & saucer to a woman named Eleanor, who lives in Florida. It turned out that the teacup was a 'second' and Eleanor wasn't completely happy with it. I had sold many pieces of this china with no complaints, but no matter... In order to protect my Ebay Feedback, I wrote to Eleanor and told her how I would refund her money and pay for her to ship the item back to me. I signed this communication "Blessings, Diane".
When I got a reply from Eleanor, this is what she said. "If we do that, you will be out the shipping costs and I'll still be short one teacup. What I propose is this...You keep the money, I'll keep the teacup, and you agree to pray for my daughter..."
Hence began a new online friendship. Eleanor's daughter, Stephanie, had recently had a mastectomy and was undergoing chemo at the time of our little auction. Eleanor and I have continued to correspond, and Stephanie knows that I will be walking, for her, in this year's Relay. God never ceases to amaze me. What I thought was a way to make a little money and clear out some space in the closet, was His way of bringing two people together. Eleanor and I both agree that this was WAY more than an 'Ebay auction'. Now we are getting to know each other, and we are praying for each others families. God is everywhere - even in Ebay! :)
Now go bid on something. You never know where it will take you!
Via a recent Ebay auction, I sold a teacup & saucer to a woman named Eleanor, who lives in Florida. It turned out that the teacup was a 'second' and Eleanor wasn't completely happy with it. I had sold many pieces of this china with no complaints, but no matter... In order to protect my Ebay Feedback, I wrote to Eleanor and told her how I would refund her money and pay for her to ship the item back to me. I signed this communication "Blessings, Diane".
When I got a reply from Eleanor, this is what she said. "If we do that, you will be out the shipping costs and I'll still be short one teacup. What I propose is this...You keep the money, I'll keep the teacup, and you agree to pray for my daughter..."
Hence began a new online friendship. Eleanor's daughter, Stephanie, had recently had a mastectomy and was undergoing chemo at the time of our little auction. Eleanor and I have continued to correspond, and Stephanie knows that I will be walking, for her, in this year's Relay. God never ceases to amaze me. What I thought was a way to make a little money and clear out some space in the closet, was His way of bringing two people together. Eleanor and I both agree that this was WAY more than an 'Ebay auction'. Now we are getting to know each other, and we are praying for each others families. God is everywhere - even in Ebay! :)
Now go bid on something. You never know where it will take you!
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Well...it's official
I am boring. I've seen it coming for a while now and this week I officially crossed the line into Dullsville.
My iron died a couple weeks ago, so I purchased an El Cheapo brand at my favorite local people-watching establishment (WalMart). I thought it was kind of cool...it had a retractable cord. I mean, how much more do you require of an iron? It gets hot...it makes steam...wrinkles disappear.
Well, I discovered that I needed to add "it doesn't drip" onto my list of requirements. The cheapie iron dripped all over the place. So I took it back. I figured I would walk back to the 'aisle of torture ' (that's where you find the irons) and pick up one of El Cheapo's cousins.
I made my way down the row of irons, starting at the cheapest end. Then I saw it. A beam of light straight from Heaven penetrated the roof of the store and lit up the opposite end of the row (of course). I was inexplicably drawn, saliva dribbling from the corner of my mouth, to "The Shark".
I'm not making this up...that's what it's really called. Rubber feet, auto-shutoff, stainless steel soleplate, anti-calcium, self-cleaning, rubber grip handle. Not to mention the really cool blue color - which is the important part, right?
Who cares how much it cost? I was hooked.
After dinner that evening, we popped in a dvd and I set up the ironing board. I had to try this puppy out.
Pretty sad, actually. In the middle of a good movie, wiping my sweat-covered brow, I exclaimed (out loud), "I'm in love!!"
Doug looked back at me like I was a lunatic.
My iron died a couple weeks ago, so I purchased an El Cheapo brand at my favorite local people-watching establishment (WalMart). I thought it was kind of cool...it had a retractable cord. I mean, how much more do you require of an iron? It gets hot...it makes steam...wrinkles disappear.
Well, I discovered that I needed to add "it doesn't drip" onto my list of requirements. The cheapie iron dripped all over the place. So I took it back. I figured I would walk back to the 'aisle of torture ' (that's where you find the irons) and pick up one of El Cheapo's cousins.
I made my way down the row of irons, starting at the cheapest end. Then I saw it. A beam of light straight from Heaven penetrated the roof of the store and lit up the opposite end of the row (of course). I was inexplicably drawn, saliva dribbling from the corner of my mouth, to "The Shark".
I'm not making this up...that's what it's really called. Rubber feet, auto-shutoff, stainless steel soleplate, anti-calcium, self-cleaning, rubber grip handle. Not to mention the really cool blue color - which is the important part, right?Who cares how much it cost? I was hooked.
After dinner that evening, we popped in a dvd and I set up the ironing board. I had to try this puppy out.
Pretty sad, actually. In the middle of a good movie, wiping my sweat-covered brow, I exclaimed (out loud), "I'm in love!!"
Doug looked back at me like I was a lunatic.
Monday, October 08, 2007
My favorite (?) thing to do...
Grocery shopping... This week, the dreaded chore fell on Sunday afternoon. It is just wrong to spoil a perfectly good weekend that way. It needs to happen on a Thursday night. The work week is nearly over by then, so we require extra rations to get us through the weekend - two whole days at home.
Does anyone else feel like grocery shopping has turned into a major event? Now we have to read labels. Remember that old game show where people had 10 minutes to run through the local A&P and cram as much food as possible into their cart? That used to be me. The object of the outing was to purchase edible food as quickly as possible. Now I walk through the store, analyzing everything I put in the cart - positive that Bob Greene and Dr Oz - complete with camera crew - are going to stop me in the parking lot and go through my bags for the next episode of the Oprah Show - "Unhealthy America, And The Moms That Make Them That Way".
Yesterday I watched the family in front of me checking out - piling the conveyer belt with Poptarts, Jello Pudding Packs, and Hostess Cupcakes. (I was so jealous) The last item the mom pulled out of the cart was a green pepper. I really think she only purchased it out of guilt. Bob Greene is getting to her, too. It's just a matter of time before her cart is full of high-fiber whole wheat wraps, skim milk, and oatmeal. *sigh*
Does anyone else feel like grocery shopping has turned into a major event? Now we have to read labels. Remember that old game show where people had 10 minutes to run through the local A&P and cram as much food as possible into their cart? That used to be me. The object of the outing was to purchase edible food as quickly as possible. Now I walk through the store, analyzing everything I put in the cart - positive that Bob Greene and Dr Oz - complete with camera crew - are going to stop me in the parking lot and go through my bags for the next episode of the Oprah Show - "Unhealthy America, And The Moms That Make Them That Way".
Yesterday I watched the family in front of me checking out - piling the conveyer belt with Poptarts, Jello Pudding Packs, and Hostess Cupcakes. (I was so jealous) The last item the mom pulled out of the cart was a green pepper. I really think she only purchased it out of guilt. Bob Greene is getting to her, too. It's just a matter of time before her cart is full of high-fiber whole wheat wraps, skim milk, and oatmeal. *sigh*
Sunday, October 07, 2007
Been a while...
Good grief...I haven't updated here in AGES! It's hard to keep with with multiple blogs...
Monday, March 27, 2006
Virgin Territory
New blog...first entry
I got my first video editing lesson last night. How to take a Sunday morning worship service and edit it for publication online. Good grief...I have lots to learn.
I got my first video editing lesson last night. How to take a Sunday morning worship service and edit it for publication online. Good grief...I have lots to learn.
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