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It's here.</title><content type="html">Sometime back in October or so, I started getting emails from Accuweather warning me that this was going to be a winter to make history. The gist of it: brutal cold and snow measured in feet. Usually, the warnings say one or the other - brutal cold and not much snow, or tons of snow but not as cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I never look forward to winter, but this ominous forecast I was definitely not wishing to see come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the tail-end of October, we got a sudden burst of snow. We knew it wouldn't stick around, but it hinted at an early beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then ... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, nothing as far as "winter" was concerned. We had rain and wind some days; we had sun and warmth some days. In fact, it was quite as "autumnal" as weather could get for the midwest. And it kept going, and going, and going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas came and went with the background of a dead and brown landscape. The temperature hovered around 40 degrees most days, and the rain continued a couple of times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this week, the warnings came back to my email. The temperature would drop 20 degrees in a day. The snow would fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature did drop. It's been quite cold and bound to get colder. The snow did fall, but it didn't accumulate to any shocking degree. It's primary danger was while it was actually falling, making the roads slick and visibility poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this, I know, is just the beginning. It's a late beginning, but it's the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1910254121134011139-1998916021284190077?l=insomnimusing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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      &lt;div&gt;	For several weeks, every time I'm in my car, I've been hearing radio commercials from various pharmacies saying, "We still take Express Scripts." I've wondered what this was all about. Now I know.&lt;/div&gt;
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      &lt;div&gt;	Having read Walgreens side of the story, I've seen that they negotiated in good faith with a genuine effort and desire to help their customers be able to have the lowest  health care costs they could. Walgreens did not seek an increase in their reimbursement rates, but Express Scripts wanted to dictate all terms of the contract  - including discouraging customers from taking advantage of Walgreens 90-day refills, in order to boost their own 90-refill mail program. Isn't it all the same? Well, no. Walgreens offers many 24-hour drive-thru and personal service with a community pharmacy - not an impersonal mail-order service. These differences matter.&lt;/div&gt;
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I still remember how different the city was from the last time I'd been there. Everything seemed so much quieter, everyone so much more polite and subdued. They weren't back to "normal" and no one really seemed to know what "normal" was anymore.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I skipped the last day of the convention and took a cab down to lower Manhattan. I felt an overwhelming need to be there, to see it, to feel it. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When I told my cab driver where I wanted to go, he told me that he'd worked in the towers. He would have been there that day, but he'd taken the morning off work to take his son to the doctor. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget the smell in the air as I opened the door of the cab and stepped out. The rubble was still smouldering at that time and that smell filled the air. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The merchants in lower Manhattan were in crisis as they'd lost so much business, so they were having a big sidewalk sale that day. Tables were set up all along the streets to sell their wares at discount prices. The tactic worked, as there were lots of people wandering around buying, but the mood of the people was undeniable and palpable. I made some purchases at the stands to support them. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I looked around to determine exactly where I was (my only instruction to the cabbie to take me to Tribeca), and I began to walk in the direction of the site. Everything was covered with a layer of soft, white dust. There'd been no rain yet, to wash it away. The large plant containers along the streets had a thick layer across the surface of the soil. I took out a film canister and filled it with the dust and put it into my bag.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As I walked along, I noted that every surface, every building, every light pole was covered with "missing" posters bearing pictures of loved ones up to a height as far as hands could reach. I paused to look at many of them - the smiling faces, the mothers holding their children, the fathers playing with their dogs, the friends with their arms around each other posing for the camera. I looked at those faces, knowing that their friends and families would never see those smiles in person again.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I walked as far as I could toward the site until I reached a barrier, then I turned to follow the perimeter, which stretched a couple of blocks from the actual site. There were police officers at every street intersection. A few people had there cameras out and were trying to take pictures down the street. The police officers told them "no pictures." I did take my camera out and hold it up to snap a few when the officers turned away. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I passed the little church that's become such an iconic reminder of the day, the place where people gathered for comfort and refuge during the rescue operations.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I continued all the way around the perimeter, straining to see at every corner anything I could see. This was before they built observation areas for the people to view it. I guess the authorities finally realized that it was not a sign of disrespect that some people NEEDED to see.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I turned a corner and saw a stack of I-beams taken from the site. It seemed so odd they were there. They were thick and massive and impossibly twisted out of their normal shape. I placed my hand against one and just stood there for a moment. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After walking the full perimeter, I finally tore myself away to return to my hotel for my bags. I had a plane to catch to go back home to my quiet little town in Ohio. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The memory of that day is seared into my mind as no other. I never did have those pictures developed. I don't need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1910254121134011139-2019627556133179447?l=insomnimusing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Fair week was the usual hectic nightmare, but with extra pages. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Went to a friend's wedding with the girls.
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&lt;br /&gt;Saw the new Harry Potter movie with bf. Not in 3D though.
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&lt;br /&gt;Went to the state fair with my mother and the kids.
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&lt;br /&gt;Started in the aquarium hobby and developed an obsession already. First batch of fry (baby fishies) now 2 1/2 days old.
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&lt;br /&gt;Constantly frustrated with work.
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&lt;br /&gt;Working on building a special section this week while coworker is on vacation, so extra pages on top of extra pages = looooooong days.
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&lt;br /&gt;The girls are dogsitting at the moment.
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&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Community Shield online and cheered the 3-2 win by my boys.
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&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the EPL season to begin.
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At least it wasn't me, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to work the Sunday night desk at the office, so I got Monday off. But starting Tuesday, I was assigned to cover a trial - I was to be there from start to finish. We don't get good criminal trials around here very often. Nearly every one is settled for a reduced charge. This one, though, the prosecutor wasn't letting go. And it was a doozy. Attempted murder, three counts of kidnapping and felonious assault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 1 (Tuesday) I arrived in the court room at the scheduled start time of 9 a.m. only to find that jury selection was under way. Yep, apparently they do that at the last possible moment. One of the people from our IT department was there as a prospective juror. She dropped a bombshell to get out of it. Said our company was changing hands at midnight and she'd be spending all night all week switching servers, etc. and would be too exhausted to pay attention. Well, that's certainly a way to find out that your company's been sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trial finally got started at 10:30 a.m. with testimony from the victim - a 28-year-old blonde waitress. We got to see lots of pictures of her shortly after she'd gotten the crap beaten out of her, and she told the convoluted tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In as brief a version as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's having an affair with her married boss. They go on a catering job together. Go out drinking after. She gets mad because he's texted his wife. He gets mad because she's texted her other married boyfriends. They go to the little love nest they've rented - furnished with just an air mattress and a TV. He proceeds to beat the living crap out of her for several hours. She attempts to get away by breaking the toilet tank lid over his head. He beats her some more. Chokes her to unconsciousness once. When he thinks she's unconscious again, he texts his OTHER girlfriend - 256 times. Saying he's beaten this girl - he needs to kill her - he needs to hide the body - he needs to run - he needs to hide ... then oh, by the way, erase these texts. (No good there - prosecution just got the phone records from the phone company.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, slimebag calls his wife (yes, his WIFE) and tells her he's bringing the battered girlfriend home for her to take care of. (Which she DOES - taking beaten girl to buy a new cell phone too, after her husband smashed her other one when she tried to call for help). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, slimebag hooks up with OTHER girlfriend. They decide the knot on his head doesn't look bad enough, so they agree she's going to hit him in the forehead with a 2X4 piece of wood. So she does that...once Saturday....then again Sunday....then again Monday. (That whole "but she hit me first" with the toilet tank lid argument didn't work for the defense, btw - so he got a big headache for nothing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaten girl meets up with a friend from work who convinces her to take pics of her injuries and finally go to the hospital. She'd been driving around with her eyes almost completely swollen shut, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the trial went on through Day 1, and I was at the office until 7:30 writing the 43-inch story. Then on Day 2 I got to sit in court all day again, and slimebag actually HIT ON ME during a recess - yep, right after I've spent two hours looking at pics of the girl he beat up. Was in the office until 6:45 writing the 30-inch story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3, slimebag hit on me AGAIN, this time in front of my boyfriend (he was there to take pics for the paper), doing a brush up against my shoulder then actually putting his arm around me FFS! Needless to say, PB (my bf) was NOT happy. He happened to be standing right behind at the time, and he came up and told me, "If he touches you again, I'm punching him in the face." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Day 3, the defense rested its case - surprisingly, since they had a list of "witnesses" a mile long, consisting mainly of local police officers who might or might not have had affairs with the victim. Guess they were deemed inadmissible or something, because it all wrapped up rather suddenly. Jury was deliberating for a few hours, and during the entire time, I got to sit outside the court room with the defendant and his attorneys. (At one point, his lead attorney asked me what I thought, since I'd been there through the whole thing. I replied, "I'm a reporter. I don't have opinions." :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury came back with a verdict of guilty on all five counts. Slimebag is looking at 10-44 years in prison. AND he's still got three counts of rape and one count of extortion over the same victim in a separate case coming up later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the office until 8 p.m. writing that one up. You should take a look at my hours for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1910254121134011139-8225648429435645835?l=insomnimusing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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While it might not have been the "perfect" pizza, it certainly was good.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt; The crust couldn't quite achieve perfection with microwave preparation, but it was far better than many microwaveable pizzas I've tried and was still quite tasty. Oven preparation would almost certainly improve it, though I'm not sure I would take the time or use the household energy to heat the oven for a single slice of pizza - maybe if I prepared a variety for the family, I might try out the oven method.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt; The toppings, however, were simply outstanding. The cheese was delicious and perfectly "melty" without becoming rubbery. And the sauce? Mmmm! Just that right touch of spicy and hint of sweet with a trace of tang. For me, the sauce makes the pizza, and this sauce passes the test for me.&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt; The contest:&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p&gt; Get a coupon to try a FRESCHETTA By the Slice pizza for yourself for FREE. 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Now let me fill you in on all that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-husband and I haven't the most cordial of relationships. For the past nine years, since I left him, he's constantly begged for me to come back to him. Let me tell you right now, there's no chance whatsoever that will EVER happen. He was physically and mentally abusive throughout our relationship, as well as constantly lying and completely neglectful of his family. Since we've been apart, he's contributed NOTHING to help take care of his daughters and continues to be completely useless - while still asking me to come back and swearing he's changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about 4 1/2 months ago, I started seeing someone. It was the first relationship of any kind that I'd had since my previously long-distance relationship that ended in May 2008. Apparently, the asshole ex-husband found this one more threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks after I'd started seeing this person - whom I shall affectionately refer to as PB (short for "Photo Boy." He's a photographer, and this is what I dubbed him during my initial pining, which was frequently related on Twitter) - I went to my ex-husband's to pick up the girls. (Him I shall refer to as "the asshole," with no affection whatsoever.) He decided to start accusing me of all kinds of ridiculousness - including such things as neglecting the girls for my boyfriend by leaving them at night to go see him, which NEVER happened. He did a lot of shouting at me. I did a lot of shouting back, "No, that's not true!" Knowing how vindictive he is and how much he likes to make trouble for me, I feared that he might decide to call in authorities to check out his claims and just make my life hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, he was screaming in my face with his nose less than an inch from mine. I slapped him. It was a reflex really. I pulled it. I didn't even slap him hard enough to leave a mark. He said himself it didn't even hurt. And it was one single slap only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He immediately backed off and shouted to his mother in the back bedroom, "Mom, call the police! Rachel just hit me!" (He lives in a trailer with his mother, as he is unable to remain gainfully employed. He hasn't lived on his own other than for one year since we've been divorced, or in the four years prior to our getting married, for that matter. And he's 45 years old.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had no need to call the police at all, of course. And he had no need to scream that accusation out either. He was holding his cell phone in his hand at the time. He called the police himself and told them I hit him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived and I admitted that I did slap him, that it wasn't hard and that it didn't even leave a mark. I told them that he was screaming in my face. My daughters backed that up. Still, by law, they were required to cite me for domestic violence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aWell, the city prosecutor refused to drop the charge (no idea what kind of lies he told) and I decided to fight it. I pled not guilty to the initial charge. The prosecutor offered disorderly conduct instead. I refused that as well. I've seen men who beat their wives get the same charge. What I did was nowhere near the same thing. I asked for a full trial by jury. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that case was finally set to come up April 21. My lawyer got the prosecutor to finally drop the charge down to a minor misdemeanor, which he told me was about the equivalent of a traffic ticket or a noise violation. I was tired of having to be moderately polite to the asshole every time he called - which is often five or six times a day or more - because of the power he had in being up to testify against me. I finally took the deal just to end it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, PB did not allow himself to be intimidated by the asshole's making trouble for me. He stuck by me through it all. And we are four and a half months into what has been a surprisingly fantastic relationship, stronger than I ever thought possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://digg.com/tools/diggthis.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1910254121134011139-5637900358793777580?l=insomnimusing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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There are certainly still some things that I CAN talk about, however, and I'd be remiss if I failed to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's throw this one out there: How about I make a resolution to post at least once a week this year REGARDLESS of anything? I'll give it a shot. Here's the first one.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nonsmoking effort has been a rousing success. I've been using the Blu e-cig since about a week before Thanksgiving, and since I started, I haven't had a single cigarette. Beyond that, I haven't even wanted one. Considering the relative hell that's been occurring in one area of my life, that's a bit of a shocker. (One of those things I can't talk about right now.) Stress/depression/life difficulties have always been the one thing that set me back in any attempt to stop smoking. I'd quit for five months once, but then after getting dumped by P, I went right back - hard. This time, far more "real" stresses apply, but I'm not even tempted. Honestly, they're not marketed as a stop-smoking aid, but the e-cigs really are wondrous in that function, if that's your desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another area of my life has been quite heavenly - a total departure from the life I'd resigned myself to for these past seven or eight years at least. This, unfortunately, will also remain quiet a bit longer...but I have a feeling it will be going public eventually as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to a totally different subject now.... (you'll have to forgive that catching up means patchwork posts)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit of a shock today as I found that Pooh's ex-girlfriend (who's still among my Facebook friends) is engaged. Apparently, Pooh found out about it a couple of weeks ago, and he didn't mention it to me. He's taking it well though. The timing couldn't have worked out better, as he had a difficult time getting over her, but he's recently started another relationship which seems to be working out to be a much better fit for him. In his reflection, he's realized - as I eventually managed to do after splitting up with P - that all was not moonlight and roses in the relationship, and looking back, it was better that it ended. Continuing on - in both of our cases - would have led to more bad than good. Our recoveries are working a surprising parallel as well - with P still involved in his rediscovered love of old and me finally finding a far better fit. (Ok, really must not let any more of THAT slip until the "all-clear" is given. ... So, shoot me. I'm happy. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll do for now. Let's see if I can keep this "once a week" thing up, shall we? 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Nominate Phil Hartman for Canada's Walk of Fame! Deadline is April 30, so don't wait!!!&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://digg.com/world_news/Insomnimusing_Volcanic_rant"&gt;Insomnimusing: Volcanic rant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
How many carbon credits do we charge the volcano?&lt;/li&gt;
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