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Aug 032010

Well, I don’t have any pictures to share right now.  So I figured I’d do something a little different.  Not as exciting I’m sure, but still a post.

So, my name is Patti Finton.  I was born and raised in the great state of Alabama.  I have a big family who knows the true meaning of togetherness.  I was raised on a farm and I know the meaning of a hard days work.

Yea, kidding.

Okay, so there is some truth in between all of that…maybe…I guess…  My name is Patti Finton.  I was born and raised…well, okay I was born in Cortland, NY and I was raised, well, everywhere.  I lived in Sempronius, NY, then Clearwater, FL, then moved back to Homer, NY, then again to Cortland, NY.  I ended up staying in Cortland through most of my college career.  When college was over I ended up moving to the great town of Oneonta.  I lived there for two years (okay no it’s not great).  I then moved back to FL but this time to New Port Richey.  I stayed there for awhile and that was where Erik was born – then we moved back up to the grand ole’ state of NY.  We lived in Binghamton for awhile, then we sold our house and now live on Song Lake in Tully.

That’s my life.  The epitome of it all.  That’s all she wrote, folks.

Yea, kidding.

Kind of.  : )

I do come from a very large family.  My dad had 6 half/step siblings, and my mom had 5 siblings.  My dad really never got along with his family, with the exception of one sister, my Aunt Pinky.  So I guess we are what you would call estranged from my father’s family.  We never talk to them, especially since my father passed away (oh, and my dad passed away in February of 2009).  My mom wasn’t really close with her family either – so even though I do have a huge family, I don’t really.  So that whole togetherness is not how you would define my family.  My dad’s family is all in Florida, some of my mom’s is here in NY.  So, my family is my boys.

And I have the most amazing family ever, thankyousomuch.

I never used to be a dog person, but they are so much a part of my life now that you can’t define me without bringing them up.  I love my pups, and they love me.  The devotion they give me is, awesome.

Sometimes I think too much and believe that I’m not interesting.  I’m an ultra perfectionist as well.  There, now you know some of my downfalls.

On the other hand, I give all of myself in everything I do.  And I promise you, I know how to love.  And love we do.

I think that writing can be therapeutic.  I also think that laying in bed with your husband can be too, so sometimes one wins over the other.

And the better one is going to win right now.

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May 262010

I keep coming across article like this one:

Parents who shouldn’t be allowed on planes

And I get upset.  There are constant comments about how children shouldn’t be able to fly etc. etc.  Erik has flown more than most people.  He has cried a couple times on a plane, but only for a few minutes.  We keep him occupied with movies (on my laptop) and coloring and such.  We bring tons of crap to keep him distracted.  Maybe he is used to flying so he stays quiet.  And those couple of times he does cry for that crucial minute?  I find him much less annoying than the guy with the headphones with really loud obnoxious music.  Or the really obnoxiously loud two women who are sitting behind me telling story of how Sally was sleeping with Billy.

I’ve been with crying babies.  They usually cry because their ears hurt on the way up and they don’t understand.  But it’s unfair of people to so quickly pass judgment and say people with kids should wait until their old enough to not cry.  Erik is well behaved.  And I don’t like getting the nasty looks when we get on with him.  Those people with the nasty looks are always the ones who say to me “I didn’t even know he was here!  How well behaved!”  I just look at them and nod.  I don’t even bother saying “Thank you” because I know it’s a completely loaded compliment.  Jerks.

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Since it’s been like…20 years since I’ve posted (okay really only 5 days since anything of substance), I will do an actual Mother’s Day post tomorrow. But it’s already Mother’s Day so I had to say it.  It would just be wrong of me not to.

As I’ve promised like 30 times that I would post, here I am doing so.  Honestly I’m freezing my tush off and my back is killing me (we’ll get to that later) so you all should be grateful.  Or I should be grateful as I think I read this the most.  Although there are quite a few more of you out there than I originally thought.  Never would have imagined…

Anyway, getting on to it…last week was my last week of class.  As I’ve already so obnoxiously announced (yes I get this much later on) I had my Stats final on Thursday and I found out my grade on Friday.  As everyone can see I did fairly well and I have a final grade of a A in that class.  Now if I can just pass my other two classes life might not be so bad.

Well, back up a little to last Tuesday.  Tuesday was, like I said, my last day of class and I only had one at 530.  I had an appointment at 2, and then I planted myself in the library for a couple of hours until I went and met one of my professors (the one who gave me a C on my paper, ouchie).  I almost didn’t leave for my appointment though, because…it started doing this…

Yes that is hail.  Yes it is May.  No I have no idea where the F it came from.

Luckily for us, well for me at least (and who cares about anyone else really?  sheesh) it stopped pretty quickly.  It lasted long enough for my car to be covered in hail.  Go CNY!  I take back all those great springy things I said about you.  And I really wouldn’t take them back if it was a one time thing, but well, IT’S SNOWING RIGHT NOW….so CNY, you and I are not friends right now.

So yes Tuesday was grand…I had a great appointment with my professor, who I have seem to have grown quite fond of as a person, just not a grader…and my last stats class was very uninteresting since it was just review.

And then Wednesday happened.  Oh dear dear Wednesday.  Wednesday gets a big, go to h e double hockey sticks from me.  I woke up Wednesday morning with my back a mess.  More than a mess.  It hurt to breathe.  I would literally cry if I had to do anything other than sitting there breathing shallow.  As anyone can imagine that meant I was crying pretty much the entire day.  Around noon I was uncontrollably sobbing and decided I couldn’t do it anymore and called Brandon to come home for me. But, just to insert a little happiness into this post, because it was pretty much the only thing that kept me going that entire day, Erik learned how to play on the computer so he wouldn’t bother the crying Mommy too much.

Sorry they are lacking any good photographer qualities.  As you can imagine I wasn’t moving far off my spot in the bed and I was looking through tears so it wasn’t the easiest job in the world.  Getting back to my story… so I called Brandon sobbing and he rushed home to try and take care of me and Erik.  Seriously, seriously with all my heart I have no idea what I would do without him sometimes…best husband and daddy anyone could want…  After a few hours Brandon and I both decided it would be best if I went back to the Dr. to have him check my back out again.

Yes, again…I was just there a couple of weeks ago for my back.  Obviously not even close to this bad.  Some people might remember the story of when I was hit by the drunk driver almost 6 years ago now.  She rear ended me and pushed me to the other side of the intersection and my body went so forcefully forward I slammed my head into the steering wheel.  My back and neck are extremely, broken from it and still haven’t healed.  So I randomly get to be blessed with the “oh my god I can’t move” every now and then.  Which luckily it doesn’t happen often so it is something to be grateful for.  It could have been much much worse.

So yes, back to the Dr.  I went, he said um wow, ouch.  Then gave me a lot of pain killers.  Go Dr. E.!  Kidding…

On lots of pain killers (and muscle relaxers) Patti sleeps.   So Patti slept the rest of Wednesday, pretty much all Thursday (with the exception of the two hours for my final) and Friday morning.  Until the pain killers I took Wednesday night had completely wore off.  I didn’t take them at all Thursday in fear of sleeping through my final (which at that point I would have gladly done) so no more sleeping was to be had by me.  I in fact slept in a chair for a few nights straight.  With my insomnia, Patti sleeping in a chair = Patti sitting in the chair staring at the ceiling while everyone else sleeps.

Friday Brandon’s dad took Erik for me so I could work on my paper, and that’s what I did.  Well at least tried.  I finally painstakingly finished it tonight.  Literal pain…this chair is not good for my back.

I should go to bed, but as the work has turned my brain on (although probably not enough…I’m sure the paper is going to warrant another C…even after 30 hours of work…at least) I’m still awake!!

Yay me.   Okay, I’m going to stop babbling on about non interesting things and focus on a more aesthetically pleasing post for tomorrow.  I already have pictures ready to go!  Woohoo.  No more boring, promise.

…oh and if anyone was wondering who that guy is in the youtube clip I posted before this, it’s Ludovico Einaudi.  He’s the guy playing the piano.  Yes, be obsessed with him now too….

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Apr 122010

So, how exciting, iPhone is coming out with a new OS.  It will have folders and multitasking and a slew of other new things.  I was totally stoked about it, watched the demos, said woohoo, and all that jazz.

Then come to find out:

Not all features are compatible with all devices. For example, multitasking is available only with iPhone 3GS and the third-generation iPod touch.

I, OF COURSE, have just the 3G.  Brandon has the 3GS.  UGH!  So, the woohoo, is now a DAMNIT!  I don’t know if I’m interested in getting a new phone, either.  I don’t want the 3GS.  It’s not any different from mine really, and I have mine all set up the way I like it.  Maybe if they come out with a new one…but that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon.  So I’m annoyed.  Really annoyed.  Damn you Apple!

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There is more to this article (click on the title of this blog to go to it).

But seriously…SERIOUSLY?!  There were a lot of people commenting on this article afterward, saying that she didn’t go about it the right way but she had no choice because the child was violent.

People, if you adopt a child, they’re your child.  Not your adopted child anymore.  Not previously someones child.  Your child.  That’s it.  You don’t get to ship them back like a pair of shoes that didn’t fit.  You adopted them, you agreed to love and take care of them, regardless of the way the child turns out.  How dare people be upset that he wasn’t perfect?  He was 6 from an orphanage when they adopted him.  How could he not be disturbed?  How horrible.  This breaks my heart.  Life is hard, things are hard, but don’t just send him away.  Use services around you if you have to and figure out how to deal with the problem.  Even if that includes having someone else help you with the child.  You could afford to adopt them, you can afford to take care of them.  Ugh.  I hate this.

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Well, as life never lets me down, one of my classes is being taught by the devil.

Okay, maybe he’s not the devil, but he sure knows how to torture.  And he has these little beady eyes that make me think he is really evil deep down and enjoys seeing people fail.

Or maybe it’s just me.

As my blog is horribly uninteresting, and I think I’m pretty much the only one that reads it, I find it pretty easy to not hold back when talking about people who might stumble upon my blog.  I’m confident that I am safe here in my little bubble.  Safe is squishy.

Erik’s birthday is in 10 days.  He will be 3.  As mother’s go, I am a pretty sucky one, so I’m not so sure what we are doing for his birthday.  Or what we are getting him for that matter.  Maybe he would like a new computer.  Or maybe I would like one and I’m using his birthday as an excuse.  Heh.

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Dec 272009

So I feel like I won the lottery.  Husband forgot to insist to watch a Christmas Story on Christmas day.

I hate that movie.  And all the sayings.  So Merry Christmas, to me!

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Dec 202009

I really have a horrible headache.  My eyes hurt.

I’m done with school, but I can’t access myslice because it’s down, so I have no idea if I have gotten any grades yet.  I shouldn’t really expect to get any until like the week before we go back.

So I have a month off now.  And nothing to do!  *sigh*  I went from being potentially really busy, to, well, not.busy.at.all.  Sucks.

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Dec 112009

I’m sick of the constant every.minute.of.my.life.updates on facebook.

Me thinks I’ll *hide* all these people.  Sheesh.

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Dec 082009

Owning a car is ridiculously expensive! Worse, they all cost the same really. You can buy a reliable vehicle that is maintenance free and doens’t give you any grief, but you’re going to end up paying $500 or more a month for a loan and then a ton for insurance. On the other hand, you can get yourself something cheaper, but then you’re probably going to be forking out cash to keep the freakin thing running! Either way, you’re screwed!

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