<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744</id><updated>2011-10-04T13:07:59.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because one is not enough...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-2232147729348960338</id><published>2008-09-22T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:33:51.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tweet!</title><content type='html'>Since I can't get it together to post a real post these days, I've decided to go with twitter updates. Up-to-the-minute here, daily at my livejournal. Exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-2232147729348960338?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/2232147729348960338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=2232147729348960338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/2232147729348960338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/2232147729348960338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/09/tweet.html' title='Tweet!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-4229925697033151560</id><published>2008-09-02T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:51:04.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What I'm Learning About America...</title><content type='html'>From my pharmaceutical studies, I'm beginning to realize that Americans are crazy. Seriously, there's something going on in our heads. Of the top selling drugs in 2007, 3 out of the top 10 are anti-depressants or anti-psychotics. The anti-depressants didn't surprise me that much, if you'd ask me to guess the top 10, I'd guess Cholesterol meds, allergy meds, heart meds, stomach/ibs meds, anti-depressants, and maybe a diabetes med. The anti-psychotic was an unpleasant surprise. Four of the top 25 selling medications are anti-psychotics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, on the other hand, that says that people who seriously need help are getting it. I doubt there are too many people out there who see an ad for an anti-psychotic and go ask their doctor, even if they have no symptoms. I would imagine there's a small percentage of people who take anti-depressants, cholesterol meds, allergy meds, stomach/ibs meds, pain meds, etc.  who may not really need medication. Maybe they really need the anti-psychotic meds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone's interested, the top ten were:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lipitor (cholesterol reducer)&lt;br /&gt;2. Nexium (for heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;3. Adviar (asthma)&lt;br /&gt;4. Prevacid (stomach/heartburn)&lt;br /&gt;5. Plavix (stops blood clots)&lt;br /&gt;6. Singulair (allergy/asthma)&lt;br /&gt;7. Seroquel (anti-psychotic)&lt;br /&gt;8. Effexor (anti-depressant)&lt;br /&gt;9. Lexapro (anti-depressant)&lt;br /&gt;10. Actos (diabetes med)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from drugs.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise, Viagra was number 48. I'd expected it to be higher, but I guess it has stiff competition from Cialis!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-4229925697033151560?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/4229925697033151560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=4229925697033151560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4229925697033151560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4229925697033151560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-im-learning-about-america.html' title='What I&apos;m Learning About America...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-9136351579405226357</id><published>2008-08-06T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:40:27.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Here!</title><content type='html'>My absence can be explained by part lack of things to talk about, part lack of time to talk about them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finishing up my Pharmacy Tech program, I have complete 19 of the 27 study units! I started in April, it's supposedly a 9-12 month program. I took a 4-6 week break in June and July, or I'd be done already! Then I have to find a part-time job. I'm not sure how well that will work, as my only availability will be MWF from 6pm to 10/11pm and all day weekends... I can't quit my day job, because it pays twice what a tech makes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out what I need to take to apply to real pharmacy school (to be a pharmacist). I think there's a Tues/Thurs night class I can start on, but I have to check into the pre-req's to be sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-9136351579405226357?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/9136351579405226357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=9136351579405226357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/9136351579405226357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/9136351579405226357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-still-here.html' title='I&apos;m Still Here!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-1875210478620266508</id><published>2008-04-29T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:14:49.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley in Vanity Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://momaroundtheclock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt; inspired this post with &lt;a href="http://http://momaroundtheclock.blogspot.com/2008/04/miley-miley-miley.html"&gt;her post &lt;/a&gt;on Miley Cyrus...my response got a little long for a comment, and since I haven't posted in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't think this picture is all that bad. Too provocative for a 15 year old, yes, and my kid wouldn't be doing it. My 7 year old and her whole class are all about Hannah Montana, and THEY were talking about it today. Of course being 7 year olds, and only hearing bits of the story, they thought she was showing her whole front, or fully naked, and I had to explain it was just her back, and that it was a bad choice by Miley and her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents just don't think. We went to see the 3-d movie, and I was pissed that they showed Billy Ray and Miley in the back with no seat belts. He apologized about his poor judgment after the fact, but what happened during "Idol Gives Back?" The same damn thing!!! And no one even batted an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her music that I've heard is fine, some of it (like Nobody's Perfect and Life's What You Make It) have messages I've been trying to get across to my daughter for a long time. On the tv show and in the movie, the kids aren't wearing low cut shirts or really short skirts (most of the time they had shorts on under them when they were above the knee), the worst I can say is sometimes the clothes are a little tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we'll continue to watch the shows and listen to the music, I pre-screen it all anyway. But we'll also talk about the bad choices she makes and why those choices are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully Billy Ray will get his head out of his ass and rein her in, but I kind of doubt it. Which is really sad, but one of life's lessons, I suppose. We really don't need another Britney!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-1875210478620266508?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/1875210478620266508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=1875210478620266508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/1875210478620266508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/1875210478620266508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/04/miley-in-vanity-fair.html' title='Miley in Vanity Fair'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-8652550585028147910</id><published>2008-03-20T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:36:33.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really, You Should be Required to Have a License to Procreate.</title><content type='html'>(I'm on a roll, two posts in one day!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my friend's son's class is a boy named Christian. They go to Christian's birthday party, and his dad at one point says, "Atticus, come here please!"&lt;br /&gt;My friend asks, "Who's Atticus?"&lt;br /&gt;The dad says, "Him", indicating the boy they knew as Christian.&lt;br /&gt;My friend says, "Oh, I thought his name was Christian!"&lt;br /&gt;Dad, in kind of a disgusted tone, "Oh that's what his MOTHER calls him. I call him Atticus. But his legal name is Hans."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Hans-Christian-Atticus's 6th birthday party. Apparently, they couldn't decide on a name, picked Hans, each used their preferred name. In pre-school, he went by Atticus, in Kindergarten, Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kicker? His parents are still married. For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-8652550585028147910?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/8652550585028147910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=8652550585028147910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/8652550585028147910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/8652550585028147910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/03/really-you-should-be-required-to-have.html' title='Really, You Should be Required to Have a License to Procreate.'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-369441450355489741</id><published>2008-03-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:58:52.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Random Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://momaroundtheclock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt; at Mom Around the Clock tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my facts, but I don't have anyone I'd want to tag right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like drinking directly out of glass glasses. I'm terrified of them breaking in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;2. I like raw potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;3. I really hate wearing socks.&lt;br /&gt;4. Even though I totally love my dog and wouldn't give him up now, I still kind of wish we'd never got a dog&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm very particular about how the groceries get put away, so I usually insist on doing it.&lt;br /&gt;6. I can't stand nail polish on my fingers, and can't stand not to have it on my toes.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't think make up is worth the bother 90% of the time, so I don't wear any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-369441450355489741?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/369441450355489741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=369441450355489741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/369441450355489741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/369441450355489741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/03/7-random-things.html' title='7 Random Things'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-7500697911152643051</id><published>2008-02-14T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T19:58:40.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite hell freezing over, but close...</title><content type='html'>It seems like yesterday (but maybe it was Monday or Tuesday) when I bragged about our great CA weather...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a bit of a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I got back from lunch and the cows were&lt;strike&gt; looking&lt;/strike&gt; staring crazily at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001eg7p/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001eg7p/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew something was up. This picture isn't nearly as freaky as it was in person, there's about 25 cows about 15 feet away from me. Thankfully, there's also a fence between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was the thunder and lightening, when that started 20 minutes later.  Then I thought it was the hail when that started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001hbrz/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001hbrz/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For san diego, it was large hail, about pea sized. It started sticking and building up. Then, about 20 minutes later, it started snowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001pk4w/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001pk4w/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to call out the public works guys with brooms to clear the paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001qb5t/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001qb5t/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow does funny things to us San Diegans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001ryea/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001ryea/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was snowing in huge flakes. I have lived places where it snows (Utah, Colorado and Michigan), so I'm not just saying that! They let us go at 3:30, about an hour after the hail and snow started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001tek5/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ksassy71/pic/0001tek5/s320x240" border="0" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-7500697911152643051?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/7500697911152643051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=7500697911152643051&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7500697911152643051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7500697911152643051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-quite-hell-freezing-over-but-close.html' title='Not quite hell freezing over, but close...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-743906944459190597</id><published>2008-01-23T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T09:42:30.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the Greyhounds!!</title><content type='html'>My Greyhound group is participating in America's Giving Challenge from Parade Magazine. The 8 charities that inspire the most people to give will each get $50,000. Plus, they get all the money donated in the challenge. It only takes $10 to count as a donor! If you have an extra $10, please consider helping us to $50,000!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.networkforgood.org/pca/Badge.aspx?badgeId=110200"&gt;http://www.networkforgood.org/pca/Badge.aspx?badgeId=110200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, one of the groups big projects is renovating a recently purchased kennel to house even more dogs. Greyhound Adoption Center is one of the few groups that will take and heal injured racers. Currently, the shelter is run out of a modular trailer and the dogs live in large cages with turn out 2-3 times a day. The new shelter will have doggy condo modules, where 3-4 dogs that get along will live in a small room until they are adopted, with outside access.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-743906944459190597?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/743906944459190597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=743906944459190597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/743906944459190597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/743906944459190597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/01/save-greyhounds.html' title='Save the Greyhounds!!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-7208309104038947538</id><published>2008-01-18T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T08:58:23.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking</title><content type='html'>Starting January 1, a new law went into effect here in California, that you may not drive and smoke with a child under 18 in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I'm all for laws restricting smoking as much as possible. I know, I know smokers have a "right" to smoke, however, of the hundreds, or maybe thousands of smokers I've seen, a bare handful get that their "right" to smoke ends where my right to breathe begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put right in quotation marks in regards to smokers because while that's an argument used by smokers; I don't necessarily believe it's a right. I do however, seem to remember a certain document used to found our country guaranteeing my right to life. Since breathing is absolutely essential for life...well, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to see where I'm going with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have asthma that's induced my environmental factors, such as smoke. One of the reasons I love California is that most public places are non-smoking. I can live a fairly normal life and not have to worry about frequent asthma attacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, one set of my grandparents smoked for years, and had cancers and heart disease and other health issue which can be attributed to smoking. I do get that it's an addiction, but I don't really get how/why people start in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have tried it. When I was in high school and right out of high school, my asthma wasn't as bad as it is now, and I've probably smoked about a half dozen cigarettes in my life. A part of me wonders if that had some effect on worsening my asthma. But it was gross, and I just fail to see the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the few dozen smokers who are courteous about your smoking, I don't get you, but I respect your right to choose to smoke. Unfortunately, the vast majority of dumbasses who think the world is their ashtray, and the rest of us have to deal with their 'right' to smoke make it so we need laws restricting smoking. Since those laws make me able not to live my life as a hermit, damn straight I'm all for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-7208309104038947538?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/7208309104038947538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=7208309104038947538&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7208309104038947538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7208309104038947538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2008/01/smoking.html' title='Smoking'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-5745276514050883237</id><published>2007-12-17T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T12:13:16.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Healthcare</title><content type='html'>I read several medical blogs, the world of medicine has always fascinated me, and I'm getting ready to go back to school to get a PharmD, so that I can become a pharmacist. (Unless  &lt;a href="http://drugnazi.blogspot.com/"&gt;drugmonkey&lt;/a&gt; scares me off!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a hot topic these days is misuse of the ER. Personally, I've been to the ER a few times in my 29 years of life, once for my very first migraine, two or three times for respiratory distress (I have asthma), and once for what I thought was appendicitis and turned out to be a burst ovarian cyst. I've also taken my roommate at the time for kidney stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has taken his daughter at least twice, once for some stomach thing that needed surgery (not a hernia), and once for high fever/ear ache/uncontrollable crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do all these visits have in common? First, they all took several hours. Second, there are always a ton of not very sick looking people in there. Even though there are confidentiality rules and such, the ER's not that big of a place, so you overhear a lot. I don't understand why these people come to the ER for minor aches and pains! Sore throat with a cough but no fever? What's the emergency there? You fell 4 days ago and hurt your ankle and it hurts but there's no swelling and your x-rays are normal? Again, why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy thing is, we have an urgent care facility literally across the driveway from the ER! And the wait there is usually half that of the ER. In fact when I had my abdominal pain, and what I thought was appendicitis, I actually went to urgent care, and they freaked out and put me in a wheelchair and rolled me over to the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the urgent care makes you pay for services. They're part of the same group as the ER, and do take medi-caid, medi-care and medi-cal, as well as disability, but most people have a small co-pay of $20-$75. The ER will treat you for 'free'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the ER had the same co-pay system, especially for non-emergency issues, would it be as crowded? Or if they could make people go to urgent care or the free clinic a few minutes away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, if we have to use the ER, we'll use our card when we sign in. If you have insurance, present your card at every opportunity. I know part of the reason I don't have to wait as long as some is because I don't go to the ER for a sore throat. But that insurance card is like a golden ticket sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it's much easier and less time consuming to go to a PCP. That whole "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure" thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-5745276514050883237?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/5745276514050883237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=5745276514050883237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/5745276514050883237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/5745276514050883237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-healthcare.html' title='On Healthcare'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-6757817619106418322</id><published>2007-12-07T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:09:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Case You Were Wondering...</title><content type='html'>Flaky answering machine chick never called back. I sent her a "thanks-but-no-thanks" letter. Too bad for her, she had a pretty decent resume. However, if you're so flaky you can't even return a call for an interview, that does not bode well for your ability to do the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are on second interviews, and I've been writing questions. I'm giving in to the craze and asking an "off the wall" question:&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; If you could be any      kind of plant or animal, what would you be and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is to see how the person thinks on their feet and handles the unexpected. I'm not expecting poetry, I'm expecting something with a fairly logical explanation. Plus, it tells about their personality a bit too.  We'll see how it goes on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my other questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Describe a typical day      at your current job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Name the 3 most helpful      tools in your current job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Situational Question:      One afternoon, when the entire water staff is out either at training or      sick, including the boss, you get a call from his boss saying that there’s      a water break at the main office, and to get someone over immediately to fix      it. You can’t reach your boss, but leave him a message. The only water worker      you can reach says he’s 30 minutes away. What do you do? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;If you could be any      kind of plant or animal, what would you be and why?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Why are you the best      candidate for this job?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm hoping this helps, I have one candidate I'm not sure if she's shy or not competent. Hopefully some more open ended questions will help me decide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-6757817619106418322?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/6757817619106418322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=6757817619106418322&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/6757817619106418322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/6757817619106418322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-case-you-were-wondering.html' title='In Case You Were Wondering...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-5697184609414374598</id><published>2007-11-29T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:51:38.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job Applicants, again</title><content type='html'>Don't give me a number with a machine that says, "Hi, you've reached *name* and *name*. Leave us a message and we may get back to you, because we kinda suck at checking the machine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professionalism at it's finest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**ETA**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phone message for this applicant: "Hi, this is *name*, and I'll get back to you when I feel like it, which may be a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-5697184609414374598?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/5697184609414374598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=5697184609414374598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/5697184609414374598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/5697184609414374598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-applicants-again.html' title='Job Applicants, again'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-7932760222909764303</id><published>2007-11-29T08:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T09:32:02.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Wrong Numbers,</title><content type='html'>I'm not lying to you when I tell you it's the wrong number. If you call the same number again, you are going to get me again. Not Bob, or Jill, or Jen or anyone. It's just me. The first time, no biggie, we all make mistakes. The second time, mildly annoying, but I understand, maybe you'd dialed wrong the first time. Anything after that is just excessive. And, I may start to mess with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and frickin' pay attention to the voice mail before leaving a message. It says "This is KATHERINE, I can't answer the phone, please leave a message." Clearly, not Bob, Jill or Jen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you for wasting my time and cell minutes,&lt;br /&gt;K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-7932760222909764303?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/7932760222909764303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=7932760222909764303&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7932760222909764303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7932760222909764303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-wrong-numbers.html' title='Dear Wrong Numbers,'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-7671877570085548911</id><published>2007-11-28T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:49:57.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Wanted!</title><content type='html'>So I've spent a lot of time recently looking at job apps for a couple of maintenance positions we've got open, a secretary II position,  and also for a recreation position I've been asked to help fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my favorite parts of the job because it can be so entertaining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, we have a few preliminary questions for the maintenance position so that we can make sure our candidates have SOME kind of experience. Supposedly, the HR department screens out the REALLY bad ones, but enough make it through to be entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: How many feet in a yard? Answer: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops! Ok, not terrible. But a little amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: What does GFIC stand for? When is it used? Answer: [sic] i don't no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, did a GFIC attack you when you were little? &lt;i&gt; GFIC? I don't...NO!!! (runs screaming into the night)&lt;/i&gt; (BTW, the correct answer is Ground Fault Interruptor Circut (or Circut Interruptor) and it's used in bathrooms, kitchens etc. to trip the circut if it overloads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: How many 1/16 are there in one inch? Answers: 1, 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 1 I kind of get, that whole math thing. But 10? Big neon sign for "random number I pulled out of my ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: Why would you like to work for our company? Answer: Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this really makes me doubt your affirmative answer to "Can you read, write, understand&lt;br /&gt;and speak English?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question: What motivates you in the workplace? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Answer: "The outcome of a job well done and the satisfaction of other." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other what? Don't leave me hanging!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Answer: "My family and god." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? Good thing your family will be working here with you...oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Question: What training do you have that pertains to this role?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Answer: "I have work in a Amdmin positions for a little over two years now completed various office tasks" (and she also lists "great written skills"!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this logic train, I gotta get off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Question: How are you able to provide assistance that allows your supervisor to be successful in their job?&lt;/span&gt; (I didn't write the question, I'd have done it correctly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Answer: I can assist my supervisor in anything that she or he may need help with because for one it is my job and second my duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;First, it may be splitting hairs, but aren't your job and duty pretty much the same thing? Secondly, may I suggest a career in the military?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Question: Why do you want to work for *company*?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Begins thay are a good employer&lt;/span&gt; (secretary candidate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah. What she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once they've answered the questions, they get to fill out an application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To anyone who's applying for a new job: Take a minute and think about what you are going to write. Would you hire someone who wrote what you just wrote? Really? Remember, we don't know you this paper is the only chance you have to impress us enough to get an interview... And for heaven's sake, if you are applying to be a secretary, where one of the essential functions as listed in the job description is good writing skills, please, at a bare minimum, spell check your answers! Firefox'll do it for you even!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you aren't going to read what you wrote, don't put any of the following as skills: "attention to detail" "strong written communication skills" "great written skills"(which doesn't actually even make sense!). It will make me laugh and call you a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a selection of my favorites from these apps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for leaving:&lt;br /&gt;-change of place&lt;br /&gt;-I was promoted from a level I to a II so I left&lt;br /&gt;-personal reason&lt;br /&gt;-I was talking on my cell phone and got in trouble, even though everyone always talks on their cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;-witness in suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few highlights from the apps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I played a major important roll at my last job"&lt;br /&gt;"taught on good sportsman ship"&lt;br /&gt;Job duties: (secretary applicant) "phones, filing, scedual appointments, make sure UPS is on tiem, Getting parts in, greeting cutomrs, runnign parts..ect."&lt;br /&gt;Summary: "power point,quick books,word, very good with computers, very friendly.opend for more hours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favorite of today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see this as a fine opportunity to finish my career."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-7671877570085548911?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/7671877570085548911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=7671877570085548911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7671877570085548911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/7671877570085548911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/help-wanted.html' title='Help Wanted!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-4515542074827875843</id><published>2007-11-21T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T10:32:11.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Drivers,</title><content type='html'>If you are going too slow for the lane you are currently in, the answer is not* to move over to the left. This causes problems for everyone. If you want to go slower than the speed limit and the speed of traffic on the freeway, do us all a favor and move to the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*not=99.9% of the time. I'm sure there's some weird case were it would make sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-4515542074827875843?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/4515542074827875843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=4515542074827875843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4515542074827875843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4515542074827875843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-drivers.html' title='Dear Drivers,'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-4746760459968699999</id><published>2007-11-19T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T16:15:43.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Most Wonderful Time of The Year!</title><content type='html'>I decided to take a trip to one of the many local malls this weekend, Fashion Valley Mall. I love this mall, because it has some of my favorite stores in it, and it's just a nice mall, open air, decorated nicely, etc. Since it is still nice here in San Diego (low 70's), a walk around the mall with my daughter seemed like a nice Saturday activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, everyone else in San Diego County had the same idea. The parking lot was jammed! I even went to the back entrance where it's usually not as bad. But, we got fairly lucky with a parking space, and were on our way. There's nothing like a trip to the mall to reaffirm my belief that the general population is generally morons. Well, maybe self-centered gits is a better description, but either way I have little to no patience for such obliviousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lack of awareness is just astounding. Hello! You are not the only person in the mall. If you want to stand and talk to your friend, there are a few nice benches over there, out of the flow of traffic. Heck, just take two steps to the left or right. At the very least, if you fail to do either of those, don't get all mad when the 6 dozen of us who are actually trying to walk in the walk way bump into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents with baby strollers: The world does not revolve around you just because you have a kid. Also, when did baby strollers become the size of small elephants? You have one infant, roughly the size of a large turkey. I promise you, a stroller the size of a Mini Cooper is not necessary for an afternoon at the mall. If you don't believe me and bring one anyway, don't get mad when it doesn't fit through the aisles in the stores. And for the love of God, don't abandon it across a major aisle way blocking half the store, or if you do don't give me a dirty look for moving it. If you'd lined it up parallel with the aisle as opposed to the more perpendicular direction you chose, I could have squeezed by.  Now, if you've tried your hardest to place the stroller out of the way, and I just happen to need the one thing behind it, I will look around for you and ask nicely for it to be moved.  It's common courtesy. Or maybe uncommon courtesy, but you reap what you sow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of common courtesy, let's talk about parking. I have the same philosophy on parking. We all know the parking lot's tight, but if you park within your lines, I will do everything within my power and contorting ability not to door ding your car. If you park over the line 4" in to my space, however, all bets are off. I won't do anything deliberately, but I won't go out of my way to be extra careful either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I think I'm done with the major malls down here until after Christmas. I will do Black Friday, but that's up in Orange County, and is done with a very specific plan of attack, starting at 5 a.m., and done by around 11a.m., just as the madness is shifting into high gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-4746760459968699999?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/4746760459968699999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=4746760459968699999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4746760459968699999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4746760459968699999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the Most Wonderful Time of The Year!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-2321575430915930749</id><published>2007-11-16T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T10:06:56.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I'm Crazy!</title><content type='html'>Crazy: Near my house, there is an intersection with a Starbucks on every corner, so 4 Starbucks within about 500 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazier: All of them have a line almost out the door at 7:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest: I'll spend $4.35 on a fancy, sugared-up cup of coffee. Regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3 peppermint mochas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-2321575430915930749?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/2321575430915930749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=2321575430915930749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/2321575430915930749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/2321575430915930749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-im-crazy.html' title='Because I&apos;m Crazy!'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017981849546841744.post-4405318894803084816</id><published>2007-11-11T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:29:28.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because the Court System Really Cares...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's 3 stories of divorce and custody battles. These all happened within the past year-18 months, in the same jurisdiction, same court house (San Diego, CA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, a mom has custody of her two children. Dad's got a documented history of spousal abuse, including convictions. There is limited, supervised visitation with Dad. Dad decides he's tired of paying child support, so he sues for more custody. Both are under 12, so the court doesn't take their opinions into consideration. Mom brings up issues of past abuse and the fact that Dad currently misses most of his visits anyway, and the fact he's just looking for reduced child support. After the mediator tells her, "Well the abuse was a long time ago, so it's not really a factor anymore" he recommends Dad receive 30% custody, which the judge grants. Dad takes his visits for about two months, then gets injured on the job and goes on work comp and doesn't visit or pay child support. Mom goes back to court because of the child support being in arrears, wins wage garnishment, which isn't currently being enforced due to the workman's comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, mom and dad have 50-50 custody. They live about 20 miles from each other, Dad lives 5 miles from the child's school, Mom lives about 15. Mom decides "San Diego's too expensive" and decides to move to Mexico, but commute across the border everyday. Dad says, "I don't want our child living in a third-world country with unsafe water, high crime, unreliable healthcare, and a corrupt government." They go to court, and mediation, where the mediator won't even try to mediate a solution. (Mom wants 50-50 to remain the same and be allowed to move to TJ. Dad wants 70-30 if there's a move, no move, or at least some reduction to minimize the impact to the child. Both sides bring up evidence for/against the move. (My personal favorite, Dad cites a recent incident at the local hospital where drug lords took hostages in the ER. Mom says "My husband and I aren't into drugs, so it won't be a problem." Yeah, because the first thing the drug lords do when they take over a hospital is let the non-drug involved people go.)  The judge says, in court, "The only issue I have with the move away is that of the border wait and the child getting to school on time. I don't see any health and safety issues." and allows 50-50 and the mother to move away.  (3 months later, I hear she's looking for an apartment back in the States because the border wait is too long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, mom and dad are divorcing. Dad, who really hadn't been part of the child's life when the parents were together decides that now he wants 50-50 custody, and he's not paying child support. Mom doesn't argue with Dad directly, but files for 70-30 custody, and a support order. Dad fails to show up for mediation 3 times, and then fails to show up for court. Mom is awarded 70-30, spousal support and child support including daycare costs totaling over $1000/month. (In CA, support is based on a fixed scale, depending on the relative incomes, unless both parties agree to more.) Since Dad works for the Government, it's an automatic deduction from his check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point? In all three of these cases, the judge and mediator failed in their duty to look out for the best interest of the child/ren. Thankfully in the third case it did work out for the child. As long as Mom or Dad aren't abusing the child or do in drugs in front of the child, Mom and Dad's "rights" are more important than the child's.  I would think that this is what mediation is for, but it seems like the mediators are either overworked, or don't care about their jobs (or a combination of both!), or maybe even unexperienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, we just need Judge Judy to go back to working family court. She'd tell them what for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017981849546841744-4405318894803084816?l=ksassy71.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/feeds/4405318894803084816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017981849546841744&amp;postID=4405318894803084816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4405318894803084816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017981849546841744/posts/default/4405318894803084816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksassy71.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-court-system-really-cares.html' title='Because the Court System Really Cares...'/><author><name>Katherine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04160618906962839764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
