Deadliest Catch

I am back again, this time with some free writing. Here is what I am feeling.

There are some things,
running through my brain.
So many things happening,
I am deeply drained.
Taking care of school and home,
everyday is the same.
Looking for ways to escape,
all along I am to blame.
Can't keep the husband happy,
I don't know what to do.
I feel somewhat depressed,
This is why I am blue.
I cannot do like I used to,
take care of this one and that one.
Back is sore and so much more,
I always have more that needs to be done.
He calls me when he is coming home,
"Have dinner ready by the time I get there."
I usually have it ready for him,
I think it's only fair.
Don't treat me like a piece of crap,
I am his equal, I am his wife.
Respect what I say,
Or I'll be out of his life!
When I said, "I do",
that meant he is the "only" in my heart.
I promised to love him, keep him, forsaking all others,
for now and always, until death do we part.
That is what I said,
that is what I intend.
From then through eternity,
our two hearts as one will always mend.
Love me as he loves himself,
thinking of others the way it should be.
I love him no matter what,
without accord, unconditionally.
Love is what one feels for another,
united as one the two came about.
Give and take as needed,
in my mind, there is no doubt.
He seems to be happy,
it took a little TLC.
I took my time,
I gave him what he needs.
I gave him my heart, my everything,
Love, pure honest love.
He knows this for a fact,
he says I was sent to him from above.
I am his angel in disguise,
sent straight down from the sky,
I can look him in the eye,
and say, "My love for you will never die!"

By Rita M. Tobey

I am now taking Anatomy and Physiology I and Pharmacology. All of the studying I have been doing with Composition and Mathematics are coming in handy for both of these classes. It is amazing how one class can have a great impact on the next. Composition is helping me out on the A&P I class and Mathematics is assisting me with Pharmacology. Thank you Professors Feraldi and Alpert. You ladies taught me so much and I cannot thank you both enough!

For Professor Feraldi:
Thank you for being a rockin' Instructor! :-)


For Professor Alpert:
You have made my brain activity...active with mathematics!!! :-)

I am in a lullish mode. I am beside myself. I miss Captain Phil Harris!!! My prayers are still with his family that he temporarily left behind. We will all see you in heaven, Sir!



First off, the episode that I have been terrified to see was last night. June 22, 2010 is a day in history that I will not forget. Two other dates that correspond with this date are January 26, 2010 and February 9, 2010. If you know anything about Captain Phil Harris of the Cornelia Marie, you may be familiar with these dates.
I am not going to relive or bring back extra saddened news, but, last night I saw the episode where Captain Phil had his stroke while on the Cornelia Marie. I cried. News of what had happened back in January, which is when it actually happened, streamed across the Discovery Channel and the internet. Then, February brought the worst news to those who cherish Deadliest Catch and the crew of the Cornelia Marie, as well as the rest of the fleet.






Captain Phil Harris was and is still in my heart and the hearts of millions of people worldwide. He will always live on...spiritually. Another tear falls. While another Angel returns home. His body may be here, but I know his soul raised up to Heaven, where he now chases the King crab and Opilio crab forever, on the biggest boat ever imagined. He is no longer in pain and has a beautiful heart that everyone wishes that they could have!













The Harris Trio during happier times. Aren't they adorable!

I can almost cry right now. We are coming to an end of another term. Off to start another one...but, I am sad because I feel that I am leaving my new good friends behind. This is tearing me apart. I know that I feel this way with each term ending, but this time it is different. I have made some new connections with people who feel like family. I hate leaving family behind! I am going to MISS YOU ALL!!!!!!! So, let us make sure that we are not officially leaving each other behind and keep in touch by exchanging phone numbers or addresses or something....I almost posted mine here....not a good idea. It will be posted on the discussion board in class. Anytime any of you need a friend to talk with, I am right here. Friends mean the world to me. I don't care about nationality, background, any of that small minded way that people separate themselves. I am just me, a human who bleeds red just like the rest of the human race. Which leads me to one other thing...there is only one race....the human race. Remember, God is color blind. Skin tones don't mean __________!!!!!!!!! We are all His children. Take care my loves!!!

--ReRe, Rita, Screamin Cheetaaah, DCSquints, Cheetah Tobey, Rita M. Tobey......ME!

You can always find me at the following places:

St. Augustine, Fl
myspace.com/addicted2deadliestcatch
facebook.com/screamincheetaaah
twitter.com/screamincheetaaah
dcsquints@aol.com on AIM
If you own a hyundai or know anything about them...Hyundai-forums.com...I am Tibbi Girl. I have a tiburon fx. She is my baby!!!
in class somewhere....I am here and there at the same time!
And of course, you can keep in touch with me right here! :-)

May God bless you all. Best of wishes in your future classes and future profession!

OMG! I just got out of the hospital! I feel worse than when I went in. That is so sad. Here is what had happened...

On Thursday, I had the upper endoscopy and went home. Just before I left the hospital, I felt lethargic and highly swollen in the abdomen. Something was not right. The nurses told me to get something to eat and I should feel better. That did not happen! I got sicker.

After a night's worth of barfing, I was dehydrated and could not go to the potty. I could not move to save my life. As I was laying in the bed, I was having muscle spasms in the legs, arms, neck, jaw, and the entire back would spaz out, too. One of the spasms that hit my jaw locked my mouth open. That had to have been a sight! I tried to take my potassium pills, but they came back up for that last vote from the porcelain throne of judgment. Ha ha!

The day went on with the spasms and lethargy and I stayed in bed watching television. Most of the time, I was snoozing my life away. Literally! If my mom-in-law would not have came over to check on me, you would not be reading this. By the time she came over, I started having chest pains. I am not sure if they were my heart or not, but it hurt pretty badly.

I get to the e.r. and was sent to the back immediately. I was having breathing problems and kept fading in and out. My heart rate was 140 and my blood pressure was only 80/40. Pulse was too high and the blood pressure was too low. I was extremely cold to the touch, but I felt like I was on fire from the inside.

Then the nurses tried to get an iv. What a joke! My veins were hiding like OJ Simpson! The nurses were like, "I see you, now I am gonna poke you!" My veins had their own agenda, "I don't think so, Buddy! Catch me if you can. Hahahahahahaha! In your face!" I was poked over and over again. Both my arms and feet look like a pin cushion. Shoot, when I had the upper endoscopy, they got my iv in my ankle! They finally find one on my left hand on the side after fighting with all of the rest of my veins. I was hoping they would put one in my neck, better known as an "EJ". Those are so much better to have. They hurt a little bit, but are out of the way and last a bit longer than the ivs in the hands, arms, or feet. I have had them all. Central lines, PICC, midlines, I have had them at some point in my life.

Momentary Subject Change:  My hubby just gave me a back massage! Miracles do happen!!!!! I kept giggling because my back is so ticklish.

When I went to the er, I thought that they would give me some fluids and send me home...WRONG! I was admitted on Friday. The thing that was different this time was that I had a new symptom of panic attacks. Yesterday, I was happy that I could be released the next day, but things took a turn for the worse. I was lying in the bed trying to relax. But just then, I was almost catatonic with only my eyes able to move. That scared me! The iv pump was beeping because the iv in my inner elbow was kinked and I tried to move my arm to silence the machine, but there was NO movement of that arm. Then, I tried to call for my nurse, no sound came out! My breathing became erratic along with my heart rate and blood pressure. Finally, I was able to move my hand to press the nurses call button. Nothing was happening, no repsonse, no answer, nobody came, nothing. I was having uncontrollable feelings of fear that I have never felt before. It was horrifying! Then, I started thinking that people were after me and that there was a conspiracy happening against me. Just at the very moment,  my nurse popped her head in and asked if I was alright. I was able to mumble an almost silent, "No". She looked at me and called for assistance. My chest was jumping up and down quickly. She sat next to me and started to calm me down. She took my blood pressure and other stats, which were overwhelming by themselves. BP: 148/92, Respirations: 26, Heart Rate: 141, Oxygen: 98. Once the panic attack was over, my stats went back to normal: BP: 117/73, Repirations: 17, Heart Rate: 113, Oxygen: 99. I was given xanax, diluadid, and phenerghan. What a combination! Whew, I went to sleep! I woke up two hours later and went downstairs for a cigarette. I came back to bed after getting three puffs and was good. Then the night nurse came in and gave me more xanax to put my behind to sleep. I had a total of 4 mg of xanax, 4 mg of diluadid, and 50 mg of phenerghan last night. I am still a zombie right now! That medicine was given to me almost 24 hours ago! Go figure!

When it comes to me remembering things, my brain tends to play out exactly what had happened. I remember just about everything. My husband, Ric, calls me the "steel trap" because of this. But, my brain is in a fog at this moment. I am hoping that I can do all of my classwork from this week and get it turned in by midnight tonight!

I received a call yesterday morning from Baptist Medical Center to register me for a upper endoscopy that is scheduled for today. I have been waiting for a few months for this procedure to be scheduled. This is a surgical procedure that is performed under anesthesia and requires the patient to be NPO or nothing by mouth for so many hours before the procedure. The patient must also have someone drive them to their appointment because of the anesthesia. With all this information, the patient usually has at minimum a week of advance notice.

I received a second call this morning that was my physician's office. The nurse was so happy to finally get in touch with me. She had been calling my sister-in-law's house, where I used to live, leaving messages there for two weeks. But, nobody called me to let me know of these messages.

Here is the moral to my story. If you want to have a reasonable notification of future events, make sure that your physician has your current contact information. The last time I went to my physician, I did change my information, but the office had not updated their files on me. So, also make sure that your physician's office does the update if you are planning on having a procedure of any sort! :-) Also, keep in touch with family members for two reasons. (There are more than two reasons, but for this story, it is two.) One, family is important. You only live once. Two, to ensure that they will get messages to you if one is left there.  :-)

Hello all!

I must say that writing this essay has been intriging. It is so tiring. It also has been hypnotic. But, I get so sleepy that I actually get insomnia and then I can not sleep. The essay seems to have an underlying, subconscious, suggestive effect on my brain.  In the last week, I have not been sleeping well. As a matter of fact, I have had no sleep last night and one hour this morning. What is wrong with this picture? I am worried that it may have this effect on those reading my essay. Who knows? Maybe, it is just me stressing about other things in my life.

Another thing about my essay that I am worried about is that I have a mess load of references and haven't acutally used all of them in the essay just yet. I don't want my essay to be too long. Any suggestions?

By the way, I took this picture at the Sebastian Winery here in St Augustine, FL. I thought that it would be a little funny.

This blogment may seem dark and somewhat negative. It is not meant to be that way.

Here I am again, pouring my heart out to all of you.

I must first say that I wish that I could find my poetry book of my works. It has so many writings of my history, life in the making, and those times that I wish I could forget. Some are funny, some are terrifying. But, never-the-less, they are from me and my marvelous mind. (Haaaa haaaa, could not even type that with a straight face.)

:-) ;-) Hee hee!!!!! ;-) :-)

I just went looking for it, and found a picture from when I was a baby. Holy crap, I was so cute!!! I have proof that I am a natural red head. Ha! In those people's face that doubted me!

This leads me to something else. I do not have the need for telling stories that are made up or what have you. I will be the one who will tell you the truth, no matter what. Some may not like what they hear, but it will be the truth. Now, I may soften the blow by putting it out there nicely. I do not like to hurt anyone's feelings.

Now to the scholarly side of this blogment:

Academically speaking, I feel very comfortable with how well I have been doing. I was a 4.0 student until I had to go into the hospital without a laptop to continue my class work. During the two weeks in the hospital, I did my work on paper, correctly, but had no computer to perform the data entry portion. I would still be a 4.0 honor student with the exception of one class: Composition 1. Here is what happened: I had turned in my work, after getting out of the hospital, into the wrong platform. This caused my grade to go down to a "B". As of last term, I have a 3.68 GPA. I am still an honors student. I take pride in my work and I am very serious about my education. Maybe, that is why I am holding a 4.0 in both of my current classes and did so my first term. Second best is not an option! (Neither is third or more.) I am my own worst critic and always will be. I expect only the best from myself. This keeps me on my toes and striving for as close to perfection as possible. Perfection is not attainable, but, it still doesn't hurt to try, right?!!?

Here is another blog post that tells you all how crazy my mind really is:

I colored my hair yesterday. I was trying to get it back to my natural color, auburn, and I acutally came out with a dark cherry at the roots and black middle to the ends. I cannot believe it. I kind of like it, but with my pastey white skin, it is washing me out whiter! My husband told me that I milk makes me look white. Go figure! I guess I need to go get a tan, quickly! I would recolor my hair, but it could fry it. Not a good choice for me. My hair is already frizzy if I don't add product to it.

I don't know. Maybe, I will just sport the gothic look for a little while! Vampires are the new "white meat"!
 
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I created this one. Let's see what else I can do! The mind is only limited by what the owner limits it to do. So, open your mind to all the possibilities!

The blogosphere is the set of weblogs on the internet. There are oodles of blogs on the internet.
The only reason that I started a blog was because it was part of my assignment for Composition 2 class. I am very thankful for my instructor, Professor Feraldi, to get me into doing this. It is great stress reliever!

According to the picture, we need to get more people on here, blogging on Blogger!

I can see me chatting with so many people, through blogging. What do you think?

The writing community will increase opportunities for research and communication--worldwide! There is only one limit to the possibility...the limit of what one's brain limits them to do.

If you get a ticket in Florida and have to take a driver improvement class or elect to go for other reasons, go to FunnyinFlorida.com to take your test. Their price is the lowest in Florida, that I found, and they make it fun and easy-to-learn.

How can you tell where a driver is from?

1. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand laying on the horn: Chicago
2. One hand on the steering wheel, middle finger out window: New York
3. One hand on the steering wheel, middle finger out window, cutting across all lanes of traffic: New Jersey
4. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on newspaper, foot pressing the accelerator pedal to the floor: Boston
5. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on skinny double mocha cappuccino with nonfat milk froth, cradling cell phone with head, brick on accelerator: Los Angeles
6. Both hands on the steering wheel, eyes clinched shut, both feet on brake, quivering in terror: Ohio, but driving in California
7. One hand on latte, one knee on the steering wheel, cell phone held with leaning head, foot on brake, mind on game: Seattle
8. One hand on the steering wheel, one hand on shotgun, alternating between both feet being on the accelerator and both feet on brake, throwing McDonald’s bag out the window: Texas
9. Four-wheel drive bubba truck, monster tires, 30-aught-6 mounted in rear window, budweiser or natural ice cans on floor, Rebel flag attached to antenna, fishing rod holders and beer cooler mounted on grill, dog box and hunting dogs in back, Earnhardt bumper stickers all over: Alabama, Tennessee, or Mississippi - your choice. Sometimes, the backwoods of Florida.
10. Two hands gripping the steering wheel, blue and purple hair barely visible above windshield, driving 35 on the interstate in the left lane with the left blinker on: Florida
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Reasons for having a car crash: (my favorites are in red)

-I was on my way to the doctor with the rear end trouble when my universal joint gave way, causing me to have a collision.
-When I was coming home, I drove into the wrong house and collided with a tree I don’t have.
-The other car collided with mine without giving me warning of its intentions.
-To avoid hitting the bumper of the car in front, I struck the pedestrian.
-I collided with a stationary truck coming the other way.
-A pedestrian hit me and went under my car.
-The guy was all over the road. I had to swerve a number of times before I hit him.
-In my attempt to kill a fly, I drove into a telephone pole.
-The indirect cause of this collision was a little guy in a small car with a big mouth.
-The pedestrian had no idea which direction to go, so I ran over him.
-As I approached the intersection, a stop sign appeared in a place where no stop sign had ever appeared before. I was unable to stop in time to avoid the collision.
-My car was legally parked as I backed into the other vehicles.
-When I saw I could not avoid a collision, I stepped on the gas and crashed into the other car.
-An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle, and vanished.
-I was sure the old fellow would never make it to the other side of the roadway when I struck him.
-I was driving my car out of the driveway in the usual manner, when it was struck by the other car in the same place it had been struck several times before.
-The telephone pole was approaching fast; I was attempting to swerve out of its path when it struck my front end.

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My car is such a cheap heap!
How cheap of a heap is it?
It is so cheap that whenever I have a crash in it, I have to use my mouth to blow up the airbags!

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Reference: (2010) FunnyinFlorida.com website.

Since I received a citation from a St Johns County Sheriff for speeding, I had to take a basic driving improvement exam to prevent points going on to my record. Well, I passed!!! It took, what seemed forever, four required hours online. The cost is kind of ridiculous, but if had not been speeding, I would have saved myself some money and the headache of all of this crap, right?

Moral to this story: Lead foot on the accelerator=hefty pay out to the law enforcement of your choice. I do not recommend it!!! Especially, if you have a suspended license in the state of Florida.

Here is the kicker, I had no idea that my license was suspended. That was a nasty way to find out. (When I moved to NC, I surrendered my Florida driver license. So, I have an active license in the state of North Carolina.) If the Easter bunny has a naughty list, I must had been on it, because I got the tickets on Easter. Ironically, if my husband was not with me with a valid license, I would have went to the "crowbar hotel" of St Johns county. This hotel is not in "my wonderful places to stay" list.

The deputy that pulled me over told me that I can drive anywhere, but in the state of Florida. (At least she was nice to me--not to my hubby though.) The irony is that I have moved back now living in the state of Florida. So, I have to correct the mishap here and get my FL license back. My old license from here had an awesome photo, too. :-) I miss driving my Tiburon!!!! (Her name is Tibbi and she is part of the reason I got pulled over: black and chrome colored, sports car--tuner, with loud music playing--almost always, has all the extras, dark tinted windows--as dark as the law allows, law enforcement attention getter--appearently.) I am on my way to getting that license back within the next thirty days, I pray!!!

I received three tickets that day. I have not had a speeding ticket in 18 years or any moving violations in 17 years and my license had "safe driver" on it. I am a great driver and I drive very defensively. Yes, I was speeding that day. But, the lady cop told me that I was doing 57 in a 35 mph zone. (I looked down at my speedometer whe I seen the sheriff's car on the wrong side of the road.) Wrong. The posted speed limit was 45 mph. I got off with a ticket that showed 10 mph over. However, at the top of my citation, she scribbled 57/35. That still ticks me off. Then, on top of that, I didn't have the right insurance card with me. Basically, the Easter Bunny brought me $500.00 worth of debts to St. Johns County, Florida. That sucked!

Here is my Holiday Horrendousness list:

2008, St. Patrick's Day--St. Johns County had a warrant for my arrest for a worthless check, I went to jail, courtesy of my exhusband. I had no idea that there was an unpaid check out there from Publix. I found out that daythat there was one! This was the cause of my current license suspension. (I didn't pay all of the court fees by the due date, of which I am still paying today.) Maybe, should have been wearing green, like I normally do on St. Patty's Day. Afterall, I am 75% Irish! I have never been to jail prior to this. However, this arrest got me to the booking department and that was it. I got out of there pretty fast! Never made it to the jail itself. Thank God!! I am morbidly scraed of going to jail. No Freedom, No Way!!! I faithfully pay my taxes, obey the law (except speeding on that day), basically try to be a model citizen. But, sometimes, life has other plans!

1997, Memorial Day, got pulled over for supposed speeding (I wasn't that time) and got a seat belt ticket. Back then, the officer had to have a reason to pull you over, other than not wearing seatbelts. Now, according to the exam I took today, they can pull you over for that and so many other reasons. If your vehicle appears or is suspected to be unsafe, they can pull you over and issue you a ticket and/or cause you to park your vehicle until it is up to safe standards.

1993, Valentine's Day, got in a wreck and was found my fault-I hit the other truck in the rear end, even though he had no running, parking, brake, or any lights at all on his rear end of his truck. It is automatically your fault in Florida. There is no way to prove there were no lights working after the crash and they assume that you were following too closely. I was not following that closely and he kept slowing down and speeding up for over two miles while I was behind him. I could not pass him, because for the traffic in the other lane. Moral for this one: do not follow closely, in the least, to the rear of another vehicle; instead of hitting the vehicle in the butt, sideswipe them or another vehicle (the state trooper told me this!).

1991, Halloween, got a speeding ticket because the cop could not get with a fix-it ticket (I fixed my tail lights). What a wiener!

The moral to this story: I am staying at home on holidays from now on!

Attention Florida drivers: if you run a red light or a stop sign, be prepared to pay out the yin yang and mandatorily go to driver school. The law just went into effect this year. Do not be in a hurry and end up paying for it!

This is the second post to my blog. It is also the second day of class in both composition 2 and survey of mathematics. I believe that I am doing great in both classes. The students are pretty cool and have a similar outlook to mine--graduate with honors.

Here is the confusing part:

We were assigned to create a blog in composition class. But, I can not figure out how to read the other student's blogs. I was able to read some of them. So, I am wondering if you actually have to put an actual blog in this thingy to start a blog....or am I missing something? I have been able to go to the site and see their profiles. But there isn't a blog there with a paragraph of what they are blogging. Have I confused you, the reader yet?

Can someone save me here? Am I that much of an airhead? :-)

OMG!!! This is my first official blog and I have no idea as to what I am doing. I labeled this blog as "It's a blogging "cat"astrophe" because I am known in the gaming world as "Cheetaaah." Cheetahs are cats. With this as my first blog, it could become a catastrophe or a disaster. So here I am, putting my thoughts down.

What thoughts are going through my head? Oh my geepers. There are so many things cluttering my mind right now. First, I am starting two new classes today. I am not stressed over them, just anxious. I have never blogged before. This is the next thought going through my mind. Lastly, I am not sure of which time slot I am supposed to be in for this evening's seminar. The computer says 10 pm. My instructor sent an email that says 8 pm. It is ten minutes until 8 pm right now.

I must go and see if I can check into the seminar for the composition 2 class.