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Regarding Health Insurance...

OK, I've been on the same health insurance - Cigna - for 6 years. I had a doctor named Dr. Vascellaro during that time. He and I worked through my Zoloft years and tried a couple different antidepressants, until we finally settled on Cymbalta.
I've been working out of town for many months. During that time my doctor sold his family practice and is now an attending physician for Norman Regional Hospital. Which wasn't in my Cigna network so I never found another doctor. A family member gave me their bottle of double dose Cymbalta, a couple months' worth and I have been taking them. Now, as of December 1st, my Cigna insurance is ended and my BCBS of Oklahoma insurance is in effect. To make matters worse, I'm in Shreveport and I'm about to run out of Cymbalta.
I'm in a new management position at work and this requires me to be at my peak performance. I'm afraid to run out of Cymbalta during this period. I simply need to see a new doctor and get my prescription refilled. Maybe consult on the fact that I upped my dose without permission from my old doctor...
I read the back of my new BCBS card and it has a number to find a local provider. Good. Check. Done. Then there's another number that says: Precertification Required. What is Precertification? Do I need to do it? Will I lose anything? Like benefits for a pre-existing condition or what? I don't understand, and I don't want to call BCBS and tell them anything that might enable them not to pay for my consultation.
Who do I ask and how do you figure this stuff out?

Thanks,
MsAmber

December 7, 1007

The hospital flew the flag at half-mast today. It was the anniversary of the bombing at Pearl Harbor. Met an interesting old vet today named JD. He was pretty funny. Had quit drinking for over 20 years. He was a slight man in a wheelchair and he had no teeth, but he was amazingly feisty.

I was thinking this morning of some of my childhood quirks...

I collected bugs. When I was 5, we lived in Pelahatchie Mississippi. We had an 80 acre farm. We had a big pond which had beaver dams and lots of turtles. We fished it with super-long cane poles. We had a big barn with a pig sty, a HUGE garden which grew all our food, a chicken coop full of chickens, a leaning wooden clapboard house, a turkey-fig tree, a two-seater outhouse, and a water cistern.

At least twice each summer, the parents had to mow down the fields. On these eventful days, the children gathered bugs. The action of the tractor made the insects go crazy and swarm all around. We were particularly interested in the largest grasshoppers and praying-mantises. We had grasshoppers with abdomens so large that they looked like striped flying bananas. We caught praying mantises and walking-sticks at about 7 inches long. Our mother, who was a college chemistry student/teacher and fancied herself a real scientist, pinned the hapless critters to her wooden bookshelves in a marching formation. She always had full-wall shelves made of concrete blocks and 2X12's. For most of my life, she had our coolest bugs pinned across the shelves.

I started public school with my bug fascination intact. I had a perfect teacher named Mrs. Bart Cannon, she had beautiful dark hair that was curled under all around her face, she loved her husband, who visited the class in a wheelchair and had fought in VietNam. Most of all, though, she took the time to look at my bugs and identify them for me. I was constantly bringing bugs in jars and she would always know what they were.

As a way of encouraging me, the school invented awards to give to me. I got certificates for "Best Bug Collector" and "Most Interesting Bug". I was really proud of them. To this day, Mrs. Bart Cannon is my favorite teacher of all time.

My future teachers could never compete or compare. I judged my teachers based on their knowledge of bugs. If they didn't know something or didn't have the patience to try, I never fully respected them. I know that acting precocious to your teachers is not conducive to good grades, but I thought teachers were supposed to know everything, and bugs are all around. If they don't know something simple like that... well.

I still have a minor fascination with bugs. I pick them up and look at them. I'll usually show it to whomever is near and point out something interesting about the bug, then put it back where I found it.

Would you consider me wierd?

MsAmber

December 3, 2007

It was a typical Monday, by the way.
On Sunday, we installed two new 100 pair entrance protectors and ran new crossconnect to all the stations in building 7. Which brings us to the next day; there are some phones to troubleshoot first thing, I have 4 new guys onsite that need to be shown where/how to be badged. These two hurdles are compounded by the fact that my 2400 new jacks are in a sort of shipping purgatory and you have a perfect Monday morning.

Eh, quitcher whinin'.

I guess what's bugging me is this: Conference Calls. Is it just me, or does a conference call seem to take so much concentration to figure out who is talking and in what context, that it totally distracts from what is being said. After any conference call, I have to roll over and over in my mind each and every detail and then I start to understand. I also think of what I should have said, about 30 minutes too late.

The conference call I just finished wasn't bad, really. I've been on much worse. My boss Mike has a wonderful and pleasant way of working a conference call. He is soft spoken and doesn't overtalk anyone, but he is reassuring and encouraging, and he keeps the discussion on relevant topics. I'm really impressed. Wish I could learn how to do that. Conference calls really stress me out because I can't see the person to whom I am listening, and there are several anonymous voices that I'm supposed to put into context. When is the Engineer talking? When is the Designer talking? Which person am I supposed to give the optimistic answer, and to which do I give the REAL answer?

After each conference call, I always have to sit for a while and think about everything that was said and review my notes. I feel tired, as if I worked all day. Does this get any easier with time?

Funny, but I was scheduled into two conference calls at the same time and I had to pick the most important one. That's never happened before...

Thanks for listening,
MsAmber

November 28, 2007

Rob and I have decided to divorce. It was a mutual decision and there are no arguments or animosity. We are trying to remain friends, but it's hard to see each other right now. Much less talk about anything.

It's been a wonderful 6 years. Wouldn't trade them for anything. But now it's over and I'm getting my spark back.

Have you ever noticed that when you are in a relationship you begin to get squeezed into someone else's mold of what you should be? It starts small enough: little things like shaving your legs or making sure you clean the hair out of your hairbrush because he can't stand it. Then, before you know it, you have to say "I love you" on queue. He says "I love you", then YOU have to say it back (even though at that moment you are actually wondering how he would look as a corpse).

I am an individual. Why do people think that two people getting together become one person? Can't they be two people, together?

I don't want to be "changed" by someone. I don't need to be fixed, I'm not broken. I like who I am. I am honest, hard working, funny, smart, and I have long hair that gets stuck in the hairbrush. I also have stubby pinky-toes, I have a tendency to be chubby, I get scratched up and bruised at work, I wear my toolbelt with pride, I hate shaving my legs, I'm a caffeine addict, I smoke too much, I don't brush my hair enough, I repeat myself, I make good money, I snore, I grind my teeth, I leave dishes in the sink, and I cuss sometimes.

Oh...freakin'...well!

MsAmber

November 23, 2007

I've been playing with my guitar lately. I had set it aside because I felt like I wasn't making any progress. Now, I've started at page 1 and read and practiced all the way up to page 10, and that's about when it lost me. I need to hear someone play the tune I'm stuck on, so I know what it's supposed to sound like.
I gave up on learning tabulature and decided to learn how to read music at the same time I'm learning how to play the guitar. Only now, I don't have the benefit of a teacher to ask questions of.
So... I'll just keep on practicing the early fundamentals until I can figure out the next part.
I've always imagined myself playing the guitar. Fantasizing about it, actually. Me with my long blonde hair sitting indian-style by a campfire and singing funny old songs like "Big Rock-Candy Mountains". So I'm going to learn how to play the guitar. Period. No more procrastinating, I've got nothing but time and I'm out of good books to read.
Anyway, I gotta get back after it... I'm on the third string.

Hugs and jack-o'-lanterns,
MsAmber

Shreveport Thanksgiving

So, here I sit in Shreveport for Thanksgiving.
I've always loved Louisiana. I have traveled all over the United States and have seen some beautiful places, but Louisiana has always stayed in the back of my mind as a place I want to live someday. I like the people, the food, the trees and the swamps. My daily commute to the city never has a traffic-backup. Everyone smiles and says "Good Morning". The poverty is fairly depressing to see, but the attitudes of the people are generally cheerful. There are birds and squirrels running around all the time. My apartment is on the second floor so the view from my bedroom is all trees. A big patch of trees. The wind started to blow and big black clouds were rolling in yesterday evening so I opened the windows and just watched. I felt electrified. It reminded me of when I used to watch the animals dance in the wind.
Have you ever seen wind-dancing?
Horses, goats, and sometimes dogs will start prancing and spinning and dancing around in the wind. I used to join them and start spinning and dancing in the wind with wild abandon. I'm sure anyone watching would have thought I fell off my rocker, but it's invigorating.
I used to explain to children that wind is important. It knocks the leaves off the trees before winter, it prunes the trees in the winter, it spreads seeds and pollen in the summer, and in the Springtime it opens up the 'veins' so the sap can rise in the trees. So when you view the wind from that perspective, you can really enjoy it.
The other day I pulled through a parking-lot that had some cottonwood trees shedding. It was awesome to see all the white fluff flying around. Wish I could have gotten out of the truck and just watched for a while. It was quite a sight.
I'll be in Shreveport for about 9 months. I am installing a new PBX in the VA Hospital. It seems like it's going to be a fairly easy install. I'm glad I get to see Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer here. There are a lot of trees and you all know how much I love my trees! Mostly ancient Oaks, but some long-needle Pines and lace-leaf Elm scattered about. It's going to be a great time here.
I think I'll spend New Years' in New Orleans this year!

Ya'll have a great Thanksgiving.

MsAmber

Interesting tidbits

I just took a walk down memory lane. I cleaned out my jewelry box. I found mementos, tarnished jewelry, "things that are important only to me", and lagniappe.
I have:
a miniature turtle shell - given to me by a little girl who used to go plinking with me.
...a full set of baby teeth - I was the tooth fairy for an adored stepson many years ago.
...a silver cross - given to me by an older couple who entertained me on many a Sunday-after-church-buffet.
...a copper ring that a construction worker cut off the end of a pipe and presented to me on a jobsite years ago. I deburred it with a round file and scratched my initials around it.
...two zippos that need flints and fuel.
...two torch lighters that have flashing LEDs, but are empty of fuel.
...a silver-and-turquoise lighter cover and a custom made lighter cover.
...a waterproof container of matches and a snake-bite kit.
...dozens of miscellaneous buttons (buttons that fell off, and spare buttons that come in a little zip-baggie attached to most clothes from "Ross".)
...an antique rouge container by Cara Nome from Langlois New York.
...a 1920's gold Gruen watch with a broken crystal. I bought it about 17 years ago at a junk auction.
...two little plastic aliens. One is purple. The other is a yellow alien surfing on a missile holding up a "welcome" sign.
...plastic statue of "Pinkie". (From "Pinkie and The Brain" cartoon show, DUH!)
...a bubble-gum-machine ring that has a big pink stone surrounded by clear stones and it's completely adjustable to all ring sizes. A present from the aforementioned stepson.
...my silver-and-turquoise baby ring. I'll have to tell a funny story about it sometime...
...a flashing Budweiser pin.
...a flashing American flag pin.
...a "Future Homemakers of America" pin.
...an owl pin and the spectacles raise up and down.
...a green MDA shamrock pin.

There are many more items, they don't have any rhyme or reason, they just ARE. And I cannot seem to be able to part with any of these things.
Someday maybe.

My, has it been a year already?

The new company truck came with a lot of out-of-state projects. I spent October 2006 in East Texas; November in Panhandle Texas; December in Montana, Nebraska, Wyoming, and South Dakota; January in New Mexico; and February in Kentucky. I decided that was too much travel, so I took a project in Muskogee, OK for March through May of 2007. As soon as that project ended, I took another in Charleston, SC. I've been in S.C. now for 4 months. This project will end around the first of November. It seems as though I've jumped out of the kettle and into the fire.


The preceding was meant to explain why I've been so remiss in my blog posting, but the truth is I've just been forgetting to update when I DO have access to a computer.

It rained all Summer in Oklahoma, so the sunflower contest was a bust. All the plants drowned before they were tall enough to bloom. The house flooded in my absence, so Rob was left with the task of recarpeting and repainting the entire house. I came home for a visit this weekend and it's beautiful. He chose a vivid blue for the walls and a blue textured carpet. It's colorful, definitely my style. Some would say I'm impractical in my desire for colors in the house, but I just can't stand white walls. So I'm proud of him for choosing a colored paint.

I also have a puppy. She is a blue heeler, we've had her for about 5 months now. I named her Jazmine; Jazzy for short. She has the same stubbornness and analytical mind I've come to expect from the breed. She's a thinker, which is a trait you have to work around when trying to train her; because as you know, humans make no sense at all. First, they want you to sit, then catch, then sit again. "Why waste time? Just let me jump up and down and I'll catch everything." "Then they say go away, I don't want to pet you. But if you turn around and come back, sometimes they will change their mind and pet you." I've taken the dogs out to the farm to swim in the pond. Brinka and Jazzy love the water. I'll swim out and call them and they both come to me.

I'm really looking forward to building my house out at the farm. I can't wait until I have my very own 37 acre playground. I have plans...

Well, tomorrow is Labor Day. I have to fly back to Charleston, SC for another two months. I didn't mention what I'm doing: we're cabling a large building at the Charleston Air Force Base. 2460 cat6 cables, 3 12-strand multimode fiber, 1 12-strand singlemode fiber, 4 100-pair cat3 feeders, and 1 300-pair cat3 feeder. It's hot and steamy in S.C., I've found my favorite spot at the beach and collected some seashells, got a little bit of color in my cheeks, and dropped 2 sizes in my jeans. I have blisters on both my big toes from my derned steel-toe boots, but I'm making some decent money - - cha ching!

It's nice being back with a crew again. It makes the traveling easier to handle when there's a familiar face (or 5) at the other end. I'm with my core crew from the Muskogee V.A. project. We've gotten to be good friends. We're actually a great crew. We all work hard, are self-motivated, and every one of us is reliable and trustworthy. I'll be sorry to see the crew break up after this project. We should be pimped out as a group. Our name should be THE CREW, and we can throw some cable (and some conduit). Oh well, daydreaming again.

It's been nice visiting with you awhile. Sorry I did all the talking this time. So much has happened since we last got together. Have I lost all my readership? I'm pretty sure everyone got tired of reading that last post for the past year. I resolve to try and write more often.

Peace and Sunflowers Ya'll.
MsAmber

A Brand-New Company Truck!

The company bought me a new truck. It's a Ford (at least they circled the problem) F150 with a boxed-in toolbed. Nice and new. It's a base model extended cab. No frills, regular crank windows, I don't like electric windows. Leather interior. I was not aware that they made plain am/fm stereos though. I thought they all had at least a tape deck. Oh well. Ladder rack, tool boxes down the side, new company logos...
I really like my new truck.
I sat down this evening to write something and my phone rang. My old friend Jerry called and we spoke for 90 minutes. Now I have too much on my mind to think about and no idea what to write.
EXCEPT...

God sure is Great!

In two weeks the company is sending me to Las Vegas for the Bicsi Convention. I have a ton of classes to take while I'm there. Husband surprised me by purchasing a great seat for the Cirque Du Soleil event "Zumanity". I've been wanting to see it since I first heard of it. When Rob and I went to Vegas three years ago, the show wasn't open yet and I was bummed because I've always wanted to see a Cirque Du Soleil. What a wonderful husband I have! The ticket was very expensive, I'm (almost) embarassed to warrant such an expenditure. At least this is something that only happens once-in-a-lifetime.

Anyway, the jobsite is about to wrap up. I'm expecting to be finished Friday this week. All that's left is the testing and troubleshooting. Two days to completion, whew! The casino's decor is very elaborate, it's going to be beautiful when it opens on September 21st. We will probably eat in the new steakhouse next August for our wedding anniversary.

Speaking of Anniversaries: September 9th will be the 5th anniversary of Our First Date. Happy anniversary Darlin'. It seemed like 50 years... I mean 5 years. I Love You.

MsAmber

Laughingstock of the construction site

Ok, so it's terminating time. We've built 6 racks in the I.T. room and are lacing the cables in. The air conditioning ductwork is wide open in our room. It's like 40 degrees in there and windy. I put up a cardboard deflector to keep the frozen whirlwind from frostbiting our ears. My crew has taken to wearing sweatshirts and long sleeves. Poor Chris, he wears a hoodie and pulls the hood up over his head, then puts his hard hat over that. When we go on break or to lunch, we all come shivvering downstairs and head straight outside for some sunshine. It's 104 degrees outside. It takes 15 minutes for us to feel our fingertips again and for toes to thaw out.
Oh yeah, we're getting laughed at. The popsicle crew.

MsAmber

A Diary in Oklahoma...

Just moved to Oklahoma! Now this is a state that knows how to live!! Beautiful sunny days and warm balmy evenings. What a place! It is beautiful. I've finally found my home. I love it here.

June 14th: Really heating up. Got to 100 today. Not a problem. Live in an air-conditioned home, drive an air-conditioned car. What a pleasure to see the sun everyday like this. I'm turning into a sun worshipper.

June 30th: Had the backyard landscaped with western plants today. Lots of cactus and rocks. What a breeze to maintain. No more mowing the lawn for me. Another scorcher today, but I love it here.

July 10th: The temperature hasn't been below 100 all week. How do people get used to this kind of heat? At least, it's kind of windy though. But getting used to the heat is taking longer than I expected.

July 15th: Fell asleep by the community pool. (Got 3rd degree burns over 60% of mybody). Missed 3 days of work. What a dumb thing to do. I learned my lesson though. Got to respect the ol' sun in a climate like this.

July 20th: I missed Lomita (my cat) sneaking into the car when I left this morning. By the time I got to the hot car at noon, Lomita had died and swollen upto the size of a shopping bag, then popped like a water balloon. The car now smells like Kibbles and $hits. I learned my lesson though. No more pets in this heat. Good ol' Mr. Sun strikes again.

July 25th: The wind sucks. It feels like a giant freaking blow dryer!! And it's hot as hell. The home air-conditioner is on the fritz and the AC repairman charged $200 just to drive by and tell me he needed to order parts.

July 30th: Been sleeping outside on the patio for 3 nights now, $225,000 house and I can't even go inside. Lomita is the lucky one. Why did I ever come here?

Aug. 4th: It's 115 degrees. Finally got the air-conditioner fixed today. It cost$500 and gets the temperature down to 85. I hate this stupid state.

Aug. 8th: If another wise a$$ cracks, 'Hot enough for you today?' I'm going to strangle him. Damn heat. By the time I get to work, the radiator is boiling over, my clothes are soaking wet, and I smell like baked cat!!

Aug. 9th: Tried to run some errands after work. Wore shorts, and when I sat on the seats in the car, I thought my rear was on fire. My skin melted to the seat. I lost 2 layers of flesh and all the hair on the back of my legs and butt . . . Now my car smells like burnt hair, fried butt, and baked cat.

Aug 10th: The weather report might as well be a stinking recording. Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny. Hot and sunny. It's been too hot to move for 2 damn months and the weatherman says it might really warm up next week. Doesn't it ever rain in this blasted state? Water rationing will be next, so my $1700 worth of cactus will just dry up and blow away. Even the cactus can't live in this unholy heat.

Aug. 14th: Welcome to HELL! Temperature got to 115 today. Cactus are dead. Forgot to leave the window open a tiny bit and the heat build up in the car blew the blasted windshield out of the car. The installer came to fix it and guess what he asked me??? "Hot enough for you today?" My sister had to spend $1,500 to bail me out of jail. Freaking Oklahoma. What kind of a sick demented idiot would want to live here?? Will write later to let you know how the trial goes.

Damn. Got the Strep. Aargh!

I have been unable to eat. My stomach is ill, my head hurts. I left early from work on Tuesday and had to pull over to the side of the road for a two hour nap before resuming the drive home. I got home and laid down and crashed for 5 more hours. I got up and ate a cookie, I complained to husband that I had a headache, so he gave me two ibuprofen. I puked. My headache escalated into the most painful thing I have ever felt (comparable even to the time I had appendicitis for 17 hours). I tried a Hydrocodone. Puked that up. It felt like I was sweating from every pore in my body. Little needles coming from every sweat gland. I was sooo miserable. My shoulder and ribs on my right side hurt, my neck, my head, oh how miserable.
I went to the Dr on Wednesday. He gave me a strep test. Work doesn't want me to come in, so I don't share my illness with everyone.
I have a scrip for antibiotics (which always give me the runs and a nice stomachache), and another scrip for an anti-nausea medicine Phenergan, and another scrip for migraines. I think I'll just store the migraine scrip away for emergencies. It's a little overkill, don't you think?
Anyway, still having a hard time eating anything. My stomach is really sensitive right now, anything I eat hurts badly. I just had some Chunky Chicken Noodle soup and I appear to be holding that down ok. I finally got up and cleaned the bathroom. Nothing quite as fun as cleaning up your own puke when you are nauseous. I need a shower, but I just don't have the energy. I need to vaccuum the floors. I need to change my sheets. Gosh, where is my energy? This is just too damn depressing for words. I'm burning up and too tired to move. Argh.

MsAmber

Everybody knows but US?

http://www.ifamericansknew.org/history/index.html

Dyslexics Untie! I mean, how could we not know what and why we are doing this to innocent people? What can I do?
This was probably the most information I have found. It is so scary to me that I wonder how 'bent' it is. Please, somebody make an intelligent defense of the U.S.'s decision. Should I believe what I just read? If I do, that makes me decidedly un-American.
I already struggled with my dislike of commercialism and conspicuous consumption, this made me fairly unpatriotic as it were. Now I am extremely revolted by what I find we are messing with in the Middle East.
I am very worried and outraged.

Ignorance was bliss. My cherry has been smashed.

MsAmber

Current Affairs.

I've been watching the World News on BBC for several weeks now. At first, I was excited because they appeared to cover the Israel/Lebanon situation better than the American News programs. Now, I am seriously in doubt as to whether I should continue watching. There is a decidedly anti-American agenda, and I thought Great Britain were our allies.
I shouldn't turn my head just because the news is unpleasant to watch, but they really aren't reporting on the side of keeping Israel as a state. It seems as though they consider the bombing of Lebanon to be an over-reaction on the part of Israel over the kidnapping of two Israeli soldiers.
I understood the situation to be more about the Hezbollah organization terrorizing Israel and by not being in compliance with U.N. resolution 1559. Calling for the disbanding and disarmament of all Lebanese militias, and for a free and fair presidential election in Lebanon. This resolution was passed in 2004 by the U.N. Security council.
I'm still not sure I understand the importance of keeping Israel as a state except that there are many neighboring countries with a claim on the holy land and the fighting would continue over that Big Old Rock. I think Israel should be sold to the Vatican (They can afford it) and turned into Disneyland/Holy Land. We could sell tickets to all the pilgrims and develop the area into a multi-religious melting pot. The newest vacation hotspot of the pious.
I don't know about you, but I don't think God is on anybody's side on this one. It's just a piece of land for goodness' sake.
I do know that the more we interfere with Middle Eastern land issues, the more it seems we become the problem, and therefor a target for terrorist acts.
BBC news really makes me want to gather supplies and head for the hills.
Cox Cable channel 173.

Any intelligent input is duly requested.
MsAmber

Alicia Villarreal

One of the Mexicans on the jobsite told me that the reason the Mexicans are always staring at me is because I look like Alicia Villarreal. He said that she is a star in Mexico, like Tina Turner is in America.
I have to laugh about this. Does he mean I'm an old ageless icon? Ha ha ha.
I looked up Alicia Villarreal and the resemblance is amazing.
What do you think?

Have a great week.

MsAmber

Does Jesus wear a Yarmulke?

Hey! How come I've never seen a rendering of Jesus wearing a Yarmulke or some Hassidic curls?
Hmmm?

The Attitude of the Three Hairs.

Once a lady woke up and looked in the mirror and saw that she only had three hairs left on her head. So she said to herself "I think I'll braid my hair today." She did, and had a wonderful day.

The next morning, she awoke to find that she only had two hairs on her head. She thought to herself "I think I'll part my hair down the middle today." She did, and had a fabulous day.

The third morning she awoke to find that she only had one hair left. So she said to herself "I think I'll wear my hair in a ponytail today." She did, and had a very fun day.

The fourth morning she woke and found that she had no hairs left. She looked at herself in the mirror and thought "Yay, I won't have to do my hair today!"

This is my personal reminder to myself that it's not about bad things happening, it's how we deal with them that matters.

Yesterday on my way home from work, the fuel pump went out on the truck. It was cutting out, so I turned off the air-conditioner and limped down the berm to Jiffy Lube. The truck died in the parking lot, so we pushed it into the bay. I suggested that my fuel-filter was clogged and asked them to replace it. The new fuel filter didn't fix the problem, so I checked the fuel-pump relay (I swapped it out with the brake light relay). That didn't solve the problem either. So I talked with the boys at the shop and they suggested that it would be easier to remove the bed from the truck to get to the in-tank fuel pump, than to drain the fuel tank and drop it. I walked to the parts store and bought a new fuel pump and had the truck towed home.
I worked on those 8 bolts for 4 hours. They were tough. I broke one ratchet and bent a box wrench getting the bolts broken loose. It got dark. I put on a miner's light on my head and kept working. I got the bed of my truck unbolted, then I grabbed a hoe and a rake. I propped up one side with the hoe, then propped the other side up with the rake. I put a concrete block on the frame, just in case the bed fell, it wouldn't crush me.
You can see where I'm going with this right?
I figured out the wierd retaining-ring mechanism that holds the pump, filter, and gas gauge float inside the tank. I replaced the fuel pump all by myself. Rob got home and he helped me put the bed back on the truck and he cleaned up my mess and swept the driveway. I finished everything by 1:00 a.m.
I'm pretty proud of it. Rob said if he were here, he wouldn't have let me tackle the job, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that I figured that one out myself and saved about $300.00 in labor. An impact wrench would've sure made the job easier though.

It was hard work, I've been pretty sore all day and I can't get the grease out from under my fingernails. Ha! That is sooo me!

Have a great week Ya'll.
MsAmber

Sunflower contest update!

Sunflower contest of '06.
Now you see how magnificent it really looks.
The wind has been really blowing lately, so I thought I should snap a few photos before they start looking beaten down.
So far the potential winners are: Kandelyn and Mike and Mel are running close in height. At over 9' tall, it's hard to judge.
For largest flower: Calliope and NormanKnight are looking like good bets.
Have a sunflower wonderful day!

MsAmber
 

Everything is wonderful!

I'm working hard at my new job. I'm cabling a new casino out here in Oklahoma. I'm sore, sunburnt, tired, and smiling. I actually have quite a nice tan, for the second time in my entire life.
The electricians on this jobsite are funny, funny guys. They heckle my crew all day long. I enjoy the good-natured bantering. My crew is working hard and learning the trade. We pulled 150 cables on Saturday, and another 104 today. That's busting butt.
The job is supposed to be finished by August 20th. I'm sure we'll make deadline on the original bid, but the add-ons are going to kick our collective arses. They like the quality of my work, so we are getting the phone and fiber cabling also - that's the add-on part. Oh well, more money and more work.
I'm like the sweetheart of the construction site, I attend meetings with the honchos and everybody knows my name. I use the outhouses just like the guys, and I'm as hard-working and responsible as anybody out there. I guess you could say I'm back in my element and I feel good.
I'm also losing weight like crazy...
Bonus!

Shalom,
MsAmber

The Great Sunflower Contest - 2006

The Great Sunflower Contest is in full swing again this year. So far the NormanKnights (Rob) and MsAmber's Beauty (Mine) are in the lead for height. Calliope (Earl) is looking very thick, which might mean a big head. (For Earl, or the sunflowers, maybe both...)
Mike and Mel's unnamed flowers, as seen here, are doing great. They appear to be just a couple inches taller than the Mustangs (Kandelyn's). Team Dork (Rob's second set) are lagging behind. Might be because I sent the dog over their to mark them...
MsAmber and Beauty are reaching high for the top rung of the fence. The extra doses of fertilizer just may give me an advantage this year. I deny allegations that I'm using steroids to enhance their performance. These athletes are pure, raw talent. Plus a little pep-talking and some Miracle Grow.
Gotta feed my little athletes if they are going to be champions, you know.

Have a great week ya'll.
MsAmber