I just had to ask all the men out here on the stream, when did we the better halves of the relationship become the keeper of all things lost, locked in the truck etc...

I stayed home from church this morning as I felt too sick to go. I still feel to sick to go and my husband locked his our keys in the truck.

Is it my fault he got in the habit of throwing the keys in the bottom of the floor and decided to lock the truck?

Is it my fault our second set of keys is on the table and the only other person who goes to our church spent the holiday week with he only living parent in Columbia?

I think not. I do believe given enough time someone will help him by either bringing him home to get the keys and then he can unlock the truck or he could call the guy who does it for 25 dollars, which after the fourth time of calling him we got a second key for the truck; or someone at church will help him break into the truck. Or he can bust the window out. We've had that window busted before, by the angry Michael not the Michael I married. Sometimes with multiple personalities they are hard to tell apart.

I can tell them apart now one has manners and the other doesn't.

Well men feel free to defend him and women feel free to tell me I married him. I know and this is why my book is not quite finished. So I will work on it while he is gone for at least three more hours, whith all of his meetings.

Oh, and the other thing, he is a severe diabetic. He left his meds and his tester kit and any type of snacks along. That is also my job to make sure he has all that he needs to not pass out after setting up the chairs for Sunday School because he eats breakfast at 04:00 and doesn't eat again until we get home usually around 13:00.

That will be my fault too. Here I thought I'd get a day of rest not griping. If I make him mad enough he'll just go to the fire station early for their bingo fund raiser because it is one of the only ways they can fund the Novinger Rural Fire Department.

Okay, I'm through griping now. Take care and I hope your morning is better than mine. Beth.

After the disasterous link/post on a blog over the weekend it has become very apparent to me that I need to not spend my time posting blogs on this particular site until I have written one of the three books I need to write.

This one is on Chesters...

It is apparent from the comments that why and when the link post was made that people know very little concerning the mind behind why a sexual predator does what he or she does; neither do they understand the difference between a predators mind set regarding sex.

It is power not a an act of pleasure. It is an act of degredation to have power over another human being, I still don't get beastiality so my book won't go there.

So until I finish my Chester Book I will not be blogging on this particular post.

I will blog on my BethAnne vs Anti-Mormons blog as I will need something to keep me sane. I might keep people updated on the garden but my husband also has that blog so I may just refer you to him for updates on our garden as it now the season for renourishing the garden, perfecting the nitrogen levels, seperating bulbs and digging up bulbs that can't make it through the winter.

He is a master gardener; I just grew up doing what I was told in regards to the garden and can tell you what not to do like plant a pound of cucumber seeds but that is just about it.

So when the book if finished I will be back here. Of course I will be checking in for any comments etc. Anyone can email me or PM me and I will be glad to answer, but I need to free up some of my time and by eliminating these two blogs for now will help.

I am not deactivating them I am just not posting anything new for a while. I also may not be commenting as much, eventhough I have been out of the loop so to speak for a while.

My vim and vineagar are back and I need to use that for the book.

My best to you all and God Bless and Keep you until I return. Beth.

For those of you who like to follow my new and old pains I have a new one. I am supposed to be keeping my temp to see if I have a fever or not but I am not as the pain is constant and doesn't get worse unless I stand up straight.

I know it is not a stone, don't have a gallbladder, no bladder infection, no bowel obstruction sorry for those who didn't want to know. So my husband and I have it dow to one of two things, which I am sure it will not be either. We think it either my appendix, obivious choice, or an ovarian cyst. Michael leans toward appendix and I lean towards cyst.

As no one in my family has ever had appendix problems, most still have theirs even though they don't have their gallbladders. And secondly everyone in my family has ovarian cysts.

So the doctor is going to wait until about mid week and if there is no change then an ultra sound, if it gets worse, er and if it gets better well he'll see me next moth at our scheduled meeting.

Take care of yourselves. Beth.

Baking and cooking are one of my favorite things to do. I had a really busy day yesterday and when I bake I want it fresh not baked and frozen then given out. That just kills the true flavor of the baked product unless it was bought at the store and the flavor is there and only twinkies lose their real flavor in the freezer.

Well Habitat for Humanity is having a bake sale and I signed up to do my latest creation Black Forrest Cherry Brownies and Black Forrest Cherry Blondies.

I had two reasons for choosing these particular one's First I am putting these two recipies on sale on ebay to see how it goes and I need a picture of the finished product, and second I have a ton of cherry items that I canned that my husband will never eat.

Well I didn't have the energy after running all day yesterday and I was afraid I wasn't going to get it done, but I did ask Heavenly Father for the help I needed to do this and get it finished in time to take to our place where the people are then taking to the bake sale before I go to my first appointment tomorrow.

I have PT at 10:45, a Dr appointment at 11:30 and 2 MRIs at 12:30, I am going to have a blast I can already tell.

I think I'll do good if I get them all in baggies. The bags are labeled and I am waiting for them to finish cooking.

I have made them before for the Fire Department Bingos on Sunday nights where people loved them so I know they will sell. They sold out then I am hopeful they get a decent price for them.

Anyway as I go through my inheritance a book of recipies it occurred to me to sell them. My aunt told me to when she left them to me. I just have to put them into the format that a woman or man of today could understand that you can't just nuke it or get it out of a box, it mean measuring and counting and such. Like the cookbooks of old. The difference is that they are all her original recipes and all are fat and salt free for diabetics.

Well enough said I need to check my baked goodies and go back to bed. Beth.

I was sort of asked and told that I would be taking fifteen dollars of donuts to the LEPC meeting this morning, by my husband who is in Alabama for another day as a volunteer first responder. He is listed in the offical list and has passed several indepth background checks.

I asked him to give me a call to wake me up by about 6 so I could be ready to spend my day with my daughter and going back and forth to doctor's appointments.

I wake up at seven grab my meds made some cream of wheat a bit on the runny side as I have that slow motility thing going on and I took my meds, ate and then took some meds for the full blown migrain I woke up with and I thought maybe it was just low sugar.

I got the donuts and cheese danishes. Spent the fifteen dollars and fifty-nine cents went to drop off the goodies, that as a diabetic trying to lose weight for surgery, I resisted very well in not buying any for me.

I was feeling very leery around all the food in the store. But it had several great bargins so I called my daughter and went to her house and my grandson was as cute as ever. His new thing is to puff his cheeks when he tells her no. I have to get a picture of that.

Anyway I knew I was going to blow so I left fairly fast and at the top of the block I thought I'd make it home and by the bottom I turned south to the hospital so from 8:30 until almost 1 I was in the er with them trying to get rid of my headache with the doctor telling me I am going to run out of medications to take. Like duh I already have three whole catagories of medications I can not take what does he think I get a migraine so he can use the old type of meds that the new student doctors will know words they never heard of before.

So six medicines later I get home and read my check out list and it says if I get grey or blue skin I should go back. Like duh I have had enough reactions to know that.

I mean when you have anaphalaptic reactions to over seventy medications and quit counting you know when you are getting into trouble.

My body does not react to anything that is natural, but the new chemical attempts to recreate the natural ones by body rejects in 20 minutes to 20 years all at once I am allergic for what ever reason. and my allergist/immunoligst is thrilled because he gets to work on a person who is realated to an 18q- chromosone deletion #7 of 10 in the history of medicine. He is just trying to find a reason the the insurance company will accept to do genetic testing on me.

Oh the joys of my family genes from the Tannenbaums. I don't believe the Halls gave me much more than arthritis and then heart disease, I don't eat everything fried like them and my cholesterol has yet to go over 150 and that is after eating too much cheese before the testing. They also have a pancritis cancer, diabetes and parkinsons.

I can not recount the things my mother's side of the family has, but there are too many things we don't have so we'll just leave it at if an engineer says it is impossible it happens to my family at least two within hours of each other. If a medication is supposed to do a it usually does b or even c and d.

We keep in touch to keep our medical histories up to date before we talk about our children who are prolifically multiplying as we chose not to. We are true breeders in all sense of the word.

Well that was my day how was yours? Beth.

Take care of yourselves.