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Roses are Red

I am reading, “Roses are Red”, by James Patterson. This book is part of a crime series, where the main character, Alex Cross, is a liaison between the local police and the FBI. He works on major crimes, like bank robberies, kidnappings and murders.

James Patterson has a knack for keeping a reader reading. Not only is there a crime centrification, but there is also the personal life of Alex Cross, where his love interests keep falling apart in dramatic ways. For example, his wife is murdered in a drive-by shooting, which oddly enough, was a crime never solved.

In addition, there is Christine, a principal at a local school, who was kidnapped for a year and, during that time, had Alex’s baby.

In this particular book, Alex’s daughter, Jannie, has suddenly started having grand mal seizures. The neurologist is trying to find out why.

This is my first James Patterson read, and I’m interested to see how it ends. From the looks of it, the characters keep reappearing in subsequent novels. I suppose, not only an interesting writing expedition for the author and reader, but also not a bad marketing strategy.

Halo

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When Good First-Day-of-School-Days Go Bad

So, I had good intentions. There was a new outfit and new shoes. There was the mix for French Toast sitting in the fridge, just waiting to be her breakfast. I was prepared to make the first day of 1st Grade good.

TLK wakes in a tearful display. She doesn’t want to wear the new outfit. Fine, get out of bed and wear whatever you want. The tears don’t stop.

“What is wrong?”

There is a list:
“I don’t want to go to First Grade”
“I won’t be in a classroom with Rylea and Alicia!”
“I won’t ever see you again.”
“I want to stay with YOU!”

Ummm… Where I am going is boring. You wouldn’t like it. I will see you after school, just as I have every day since you stepped or crawled out of the house.

“I want to wear my flip flops”. and, the best ever, if you’re a person who is not a morning person and does not enjoy rushing around to actually make breakfast on a work day:

“I’m not hungry!”

LOL. I understand emotions. I have plenty of my own.

And really, it was just one more piece of french toast for the dog.

How do you think she’ll be when I pick her up? Laughing, I imagine, and full of wonderful details of her day, along with plenty of lovely paperwork for me to complete.

You know, this is starting to sound like my first day of work! 🙂

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Nursemaid’s Elbow Rears Its Ugly Head.. Again

a good elbow, gone bad
My day care director called me at 10 till 2 this afternoon saying, “I think there’s a chance your daughter broke her arm. I can call the rescue squad if you want. I’m not sure what you want to do.”

Me: I’ll be RIGHT there.

Ok, hell… I’m on the other side of town, but nothing 80 or 90 mph could not cure.

When I got to her, like I normally do, and see that she is still breathing and fine, having anticipated something worse when I saw her, my eyes welled up with tears. I asked her if she was ok and she burst into tears. She could not move her arm.

I drove her to the doctor and they got us in right away. We tried to put together what happened. She was on the zip line at school with another girl and started to fall. Megan grabbed her hand to keep her from falling, and she fell. We didn’t know if she fell on her arm or on her rearend or what.

It occurred to me… “You know, she HAS had nursemaid’s elbow in this arm before…”

Better safe than sorry, we thought, so it was off to the hospital for an xray. It was a rather loud, panicked xray, mind you, where I was calmly asking, “Is there any other position you can put her in than this?” because from just the sound of it, they were killing her with what they were doing, although I knew they were not. She was in a lot of pain.

Finally, the xray is good. The bones are not broken. Back to the doctor’s office, where the ligament was forced back to where it was supposed to be, and all was right with the world again.

It is rare, after age 4, to have nursemaid’s elbow. I guess we are just lucky.

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Resurrecting the Dead and Other Fun Wednesday Activities

Heartburn is fun, too. My day started out with a good case of heartburn. I usually panic when I have heartburn. I have no idea why. I mailed my brother (the ER doctor) to say that my former supervisor said that heartburn was her only symptom before her heart attack. He sent me a link to women’s most commonly reported heart attack symptoms. I assumed since he didn’t suggest I go to a hospital, that there was no cause for worry. 🙂 A few Zantac later, I feel somewhat better.

The Little Kid Finally LIKES Dinner. Sometimes I wonder if she was replaced with an alien… one who doesn’t complain about 50% of her meals. “I like this mom. Can we have it every day?” It was cheeseburgers and corn on the cob. And it was good (quick and uncomplicated), if I do say so myself.

Resurrecting the Dead. This would be the air conditioner… again. The motor inside was making a loud squeeking sound. A little oil and some major surgery later, the fan is now functioning again. Just in time for our 100 degree weather tomorrow. All Hail the “Fix-It Man”, better known as my husband!

Boston Hospital. Someone there spent 7 hours on my blog. I’m only going to assume you dozed off for a few hours.

How was YOUR Wednesday?

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Astrology by Johnathan Cainer

Cancer

The Myth: Cancerians, we are asked to believe, are soft, soppy, supposedly sweet natured folk who can’t say boo to a goose. These kind, gentle timid types are fond of home and hearth, devoted to their families and keen to live as much as possible in a cosy world of calm and comfort. They exist only to please others and love nothing more than martyrdom!

The Truth: While this pretty piece of propaganda may accurately describe the soft underbelly of the crab, it makes no allowance for that terribly tough shell or those powerful pincers. Cancerians are quite capable of kicking up a fuss and putting up a fight. It’s just that they prefer a quiet life when they can get one. Thus, they wait till a crucial line has been crossed before letting their anger out. Once that happens though, they summon the same steely resolve that they normally apply to keeping trouble at bay. They reserve their own strength only because they are slightly scared of it.

The Key To Success: To be a Cancerian is to be blessed with an infallible inner radar screen. It is to care, passionately, about the people who matter to you and the causes that have meaning to you. It is to know, always, what must be done and why – and never to be wrong. Yet it is also to feel your best is never good enough, even though it certainly is. All you ever have to do, to be successful, is be yourself with a little more confidence.

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DNA Testing of Katrina Victims

Did you know that the DNA testing of fatalities in Hurricane Katrina has been stopped for 3 months? I’m sure there’s a reason for that, but on the human level, it’s a little disturbing.My husband spoke to a man this weekend whose mother has been missing since the hurricane in August. A woman is in the morgue meeting the description of his mother. However, since the body is deteriorated, they need to do DNA testing to be sure of her identity.The man called the morgue and said he would pay for the DNA testing right now to find out if that is his mother or not. If the woman is not his mother, then he has already paid for the DNA testing, and he was willing to do that. It’s worth it to him to be able to get closure.He was told he could not pay for DNA testing because that is between the government of Louisiana and who knows who else.

“An elderly woman was trying to reclaim the body of her husband, who died in the flood, but was refused by the central morgue because DNA testing had not begun, as the contract with the laboratory has not yet been finalised. ” The Story You have to be concerned when the government of Louisiana talks about doing anything. To me, the government of Louisiana is a joke. However, this story does make the situation look promising, and hopefully the families and friends of these people will finally be able to put an end to some of their questions about their missing loved ones.

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Snow Storm

Hmmm… Maybe I WON’T be going to work tomorrow. Thanks, for real, Sarah! (in case you’re wondering, Sarah lives west of me in a neighboring city. Since the weather originates from the West, Sarah is blamed for all of it)

On the way home, the variable message signs over the interstate indicated that the York, NE exit was closed due to bizzard-like conditions.

The variable message signs stink, by the way. Everyone on the interstate has to stop to read them. This is dangerous in heavy traffic alone, but on icy interstate, well… you can just imagine. I can see their purpose, mind you, but there is going to be a horrible accident someday because of them.

Either Omaha needs faster readers or faster darn signs! Or how about messages which are more to-the-point. “Don’t go to York. Trust us on this.” ?

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