Block options?
search and archive? Really?
Why don't you just email me and ask me where to find it and I will direct you to the blog post you are looking for. Mmmmm.... K? I have nothing to hide. Nothing.... unlike you.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Hello Stalker....
Could you please comment below and let me know exactly what you are looking for? I see your IP address pop up SEVERAL times but I would like to know what you want... because I can't seem to figure it out. You are obviously trying to block me and then checking out several of my blog post at a time. Which I think is funny in the first place.
The Wednesday Funnies
while surfing around on the interwebs (stumbleupon.com) I found this and I thought it was funny. Copy and pasted so please excuse the fact that the font in all caps. I know... it's killing my OCD, but I was too lazy to try and fix it.
ACTUAL HEADLINES...
POLICE BEGIN CAMPAIGN TO RUN DOWN JAYWALKERS
SAFETY EXPERTS SAY SCHOOL BUS PASSENGERS SHOULD BE BELTED
DRUNK GETS NINE MONTHS IN VIOLIN CASE
SURVIVOR OF SIAMESE TWINS JOINS PARENTS
FARMER BILL DIES IN HOUSE
IRAQI HEAD SEEKS ARMS
PROSTITUTES APPEAL TO POPE
BRITISH LEFT WAFFLES ON FALKLAND ISLANDS
EYE DROPS OFF SHELF
TEACHER STRIKES IDLE KIDS
SQUAD HELPS DOG BITE VICTIM
ENRAGED COW INJURES FARMER WITH AX
PLANE TOO CLOSE TO GROUND, CRASH PROBE TOLD
MINERS REFUSE TO WORK AFTER DEATH
JUVENILE COURT TO TRY SHOOTING DEFENDANT
STOLEN PAINTING FOUND BY TREE
TWO SOVIET SHIPS COLLIDE, ONE DIES
2 SISTERS REUNITED AFTER 18 YEARS IN CHECKOUT COUNTER
KILLER SENTENCED TO DIE FOR SECOND TIME IN 10 YEARS
DRUNKEN DRIVERS PAID $1000 IN '84
WAR DIMS HOPE FOR PEACE
IF STRIKE ISN'T SETTLED QUICKLY, IT MAY LAST A WHILE
COLD WAVE LINKED TO TEMPERATURES
ENFIELD COUPLE SLAIN; POLICE SUSPECT HOMICIDE
SIGNS…
AT A SANTA FE GAS STATION: WE WILL SELL GASOLINE TO ANYONE IN A GLASS CONTAINER.
ON THE WALL OF A BALTIMORE ESTATE: TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW. --SISTERS OF MERCY
ON A LONG-ESTABLISHED NEW MEXICO DRY CLEANERS:38 YEARS ON THE SAME SPOT.
IN A LOS ANGELES DANCE HALL: GOOD CLEAN DANCING EVERY NIGHT BUT SUNDAY.
ON A MOVIE THEATER: CHILDREN'S MATINEE TODAY. ADULTS NOT ADMITTED UNLESS WITH CHILD.
IN A FLORIDA MATERNITY WARD: NO CHILDREN ALLOWED.
IN THE OFFICES OF A LOAN COMPANY: ASK ABOUT OUR PLANS FOR OWNING YOUR HOME.
IN A NEW YORK MEDICAL BUILDING: MENTAL HEALTH PREVENTION CENTER
IN A TOY DEPARTMENT:FIVE SANTA CLAUSES -- NO WAITING!
ON A NEW YORK CONVALESCENT HOME: FOR THE SICK AND TIRED OF THE EPISCOPAL CHURCH.
AT A NUMBER OF MILITARY BASES: RESTRICTED TO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL.
ON A DISPLAY OF "I LOVE YOU ONLY" VALENTINE CARDS: NOW AVAILABLE IN MULTI-PACKS.
ON A SHOPPING MALL MARQUEE: ARCHERY TOURNAMENT -- EARS PIERCED
OUTSIDE A COUNTRY SHOP: WE BUY JUNK AND SELL ANTIQUES.
IN THE WINDOW OF AN OREGON STORE: WHY GO ELSEWHERE AND BE CHEATED WHEN YOU CAN COME HERE?
IN A MAINE RESTAURANT: OPEN 7 DAYS A WEEK AND WEEKENDS.
IN A NEW JERSEY RESTAURANT: OPEN 11 AM TO 11 PM MIDNIGHT.
IN THE VESTRY OF A NEW ENGLAND CHURCH: WILL THE LAST PERSON TO LEAVE PLEASE SEE
THAT THE PERPETUAL LIGHT IS EXTINGUISHED.
IN A PENNSYLVANIA CEMETERY: PERSONS ARE PROHIBITED FROM PICKING FLOWERS FROM ANY BUT THEIR OWN GRAVES.
ON THE GROUNDS OF A PUBLIC SCHOOL: NO TRESSPASSING WITHOUT PERMISSION.
IN A LIBRARY: BLOTTER PAPER WILL NO LONGER BE AVAILABLE UNTIL THE PUBLIC STOPS TAKING IT AWAY.
SIMILARLY, IN FRONT OF A NEW HAMPSHIRE CAR WASH: IF YOU CAN'T READ THIS, IT'S TIME TO WASH YOUR CAR.
AND APPARENTLY, SOMEWHERE IN ENGLAND IN AN OPEN FIELD OTHERWISE UNTOUCHED BY HUMAN PRESENCE, THERE IS A SIGN THAT SAYS "DO NOT THROW STONES AT THIS SIGN."
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
The End?
The end...
Today is the end of a broken heart, the end of my insecurities, the end of my need to feel accepted by everyone. Today is the end of me trying to please everyone, trying to make everyone happy in one way or another, it is the end of being walked on for being nice. Today, yes today, is the end of feeling worthless in my own sight. It is the end of tyring to figure out what went wrong. It's the end of feeling sorry for myself.
The beginning...
Today I will begin to mend what is broken, and quit trying to make everyone like me. Today is the day that I will no longer be concerned so much with other peoples feelings that I will in the end make myself hurt. Today is the day that I will look in the mirror and accept that I am not, nor will I ever be the perfect wife or mother no matter how hard I try. I will not try and figure out what went wrong, I will just know that it did and time to move on. I will stop feeling sorry for myself because God created me the way he wanted me to be. I've made mistakes and with good reason... time to learn.
Today is the end of a broken heart, the end of my insecurities, the end of my need to feel accepted by everyone. Today is the end of me trying to please everyone, trying to make everyone happy in one way or another, it is the end of being walked on for being nice. Today, yes today, is the end of feeling worthless in my own sight. It is the end of tyring to figure out what went wrong. It's the end of feeling sorry for myself.
The beginning...
Today I will begin to mend what is broken, and quit trying to make everyone like me. Today is the day that I will no longer be concerned so much with other peoples feelings that I will in the end make myself hurt. Today is the day that I will look in the mirror and accept that I am not, nor will I ever be the perfect wife or mother no matter how hard I try. I will not try and figure out what went wrong, I will just know that it did and time to move on. I will stop feeling sorry for myself because God created me the way he wanted me to be. I've made mistakes and with good reason... time to learn.
__________
I have been so worn out lately and so ill that it has started to affect other people... I think. It's probably just in my head, but after a fight with the hubs over the weekend and a much needed text yesterday morning I realized that I have gotten off my path. I don't know where I was headed, but it was definitely in the wrong direction. Things have floated around in my head all day about where I am going wrong. For instance... everything that has gone wrong in the last year. Everything... it's all swimming around in there and I just don't know what to do to get it all out. What am I supposed to do? So today I will change things and the only way to change things is to change my attitude. I'm not sure if the last few days has been a start of a depressive episode or not. I'm sure I will figure out in time with prayer.
The worst part... my relationship with God is suffering right now. I haven't been to church in 3 weeks. I haven't prayed, I haven't read my bible... Today I will get on my knees and talk to God. I hope he will let me have the answers.
The hubby and I are coming up on our one year mark of tragedy in our family. It brought us closer together but I think it also put distance between us in other ways as well. I'm not really sure. Any time he mentions something dating back to that time it puts me in a horrible mood. Just like the other night... he mentioned something to a friend about when he broke his hand. Immediately I went down hill and wanted to crawl under a rock. It's life and my Mom says I need to just get over it and move on, but sometimes I don't think I can. Anyone understand that feeling?
so that is why I say Today is the day... I'm going to try my best to pick up my feet and cut a path to the road I should be on. I'm going to hold my head high and remember that no matter what "They can't take away my birthday". I will go into this battle in my mind hands outstretched high to God!
Help me Lord, I need it right now the most... Rosie
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
The Wednesday Funnies
Sorry so late folks... been busy today.
This was sent from my friend Angel over at Daughter, Wife, Mother... Woman
WHY MEN ARE SELDOM DEPRESSED:
Men Are Just Happier People --
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you,
He or she can still be your friend..
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough..
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes..
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives
On December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
NICKNAMES
· If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.
· If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Bubba and Wildman .
EATING OUT
· When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
· When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
· A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
· A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
BATHROOMS
· A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
· The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
ARGUMENTS
· A woman has the last word in any argument.
· Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
FUTURE
· A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
· A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
MARRIAGE
· A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
· A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
DRESSING UP
· A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
· A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
· Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
· Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
· Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
· A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!
This was sent from my friend Angel over at Daughter, Wife, Mother... Woman
WHY MEN ARE SELDOM DEPRESSED:
Men Are Just Happier People --
What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you,
He or she can still be your friend..
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough..
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes..
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes -- one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can 'do' your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives
On December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
NICKNAMES
· If Laura, Kate and Sarah go out for lunch, they will call each other Laura, Kate and Sarah.
· If Mike, Dave and John go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Bubba and Wildman .
EATING OUT
· When the bill arrives, Mike, Dave and John will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
· When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.
MONEY
· A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
· A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.
BATHROOMS
· A man has six items in his bathroom: toothbrush and toothpaste, shaving cream, razor, a bar of soap, and a towel.
· The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337.. A man would not be able to identify more than 20 of these items.
ARGUMENTS
· A woman has the last word in any argument.
· Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
FUTURE
· A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
· A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.
MARRIAGE
· A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
· A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, but she does.
DRESSING UP
· A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the trash, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
· A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.
NATURAL
· Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
· Women somehow deteriorate during the night.
OFFSPRING
· Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears and hopes and dreams.
· A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
A married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing!
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Shake that thang....
Life is good these days. I have my friends, my family, my medication (haha). I started taking Zumba. I swear this has got to be the best thing I have ever done for myself. And I, of course, am the best dancer in there. If you don't know what Zumba is .... wake up and come back to earth. It is a cross between Salsa, African dance, and Aerobics. Such an amazing work out. The main focus is to work on your core (my core needs help). But there is a whole lotta shakin' going on in there. I love the class that I'm in because we are in a round room so you can't see yourself unless you are dead on looking in a mirror. So you really don't see how stupid you look most of the time.
I've taken two classes. My fabulous SIL talked me into doing it two days a week with her. She is a fitness expert, if it works she is going to do it. I trust her judgement 100% when it comes to things like that.
So I show up Tuesday to take the class. My first aerobics class in 5 years. Scared to death that I'm going to look like an idiot. Believe it or not, there is so much going on in Zumba that you don't have time to look at anyone besides the instructor. There are things shaking, swinging, jumping and at the end you are drenched with sweat and ready for more. I seriously would take the class 4 days a week if my husband would agree to let me be gone every night. There is a lunch time class but there is no way I can go back to work in that condition.
I had thought about yoga or something at one time, but I don't see how yoga can firm up anything. If I'm wrong show me some before and after pics. So Zumba it is. Two days a week. Tuesday and Thursday. With a workout like that I should be able to shed some of my core... Ok, so It's not like I'm fat or over weight, I love my size, but since having two kids there are some areas that could use a little help. I think I have found exactly the right fit. That mixed in with walking with the kiddos packed into the jogging stroller... I should be good. By the way, you should know that the combined weight of the jogging stroller and two kids is about 90 lbs.
I can only assume that between the dance class and walking with the kids, by this time next year Glamour magazine will be calling me to be on the cover since I will be so stinkin' hot. Well... in my mind at least.... and that is all that matters.
Peace out...
I've taken two classes. My fabulous SIL talked me into doing it two days a week with her. She is a fitness expert, if it works she is going to do it. I trust her judgement 100% when it comes to things like that.
So I show up Tuesday to take the class. My first aerobics class in 5 years. Scared to death that I'm going to look like an idiot. Believe it or not, there is so much going on in Zumba that you don't have time to look at anyone besides the instructor. There are things shaking, swinging, jumping and at the end you are drenched with sweat and ready for more. I seriously would take the class 4 days a week if my husband would agree to let me be gone every night. There is a lunch time class but there is no way I can go back to work in that condition.
I had thought about yoga or something at one time, but I don't see how yoga can firm up anything. If I'm wrong show me some before and after pics. So Zumba it is. Two days a week. Tuesday and Thursday. With a workout like that I should be able to shed some of my core... Ok, so It's not like I'm fat or over weight, I love my size, but since having two kids there are some areas that could use a little help. I think I have found exactly the right fit. That mixed in with walking with the kiddos packed into the jogging stroller... I should be good. By the way, you should know that the combined weight of the jogging stroller and two kids is about 90 lbs.
I can only assume that between the dance class and walking with the kids, by this time next year Glamour magazine will be calling me to be on the cover since I will be so stinkin' hot. Well... in my mind at least.... and that is all that matters.
Peace out...
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
The Wednesday Funnies
An Italian Boy's Confession
'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I have been with a loose girl'.
The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?'
'Yes, Father, it is.'
'And who was the girl you were with?'
'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'.
"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later
so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'
'I cannot say.'
'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'
'I'll never tell.'
'Was it Nina Capelli?'
'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'
'Was it Cathy Piriano?'
'My lips are sealed.'
'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'
'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'
The priest sighs in frustration.
'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that.
But you've sinned and have to atone.
You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months.
Now you go and behave yourself.'
Joey walks back to his pew,
and his friend Franco slides over and whispers,
'What'd you get?'
'Four months vacation and five good leads.'
Thank you to my friend Johnnie for sending in this weeks joke. Happy Wednesday Ya'll!
'Bless me Father, for I have sinned.
I have been with a loose girl'.
The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano?'
'Yes, Father, it is.'
'And who was the girl you were with?'
'I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'.
"Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later
so you may as well tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?'
'I cannot say.'
'Was it Teresa Mazzarelli?'
'I'll never tell.'
'Was it Nina Capelli?'
'I'm sorry, but I cannot name her.'
'Was it Cathy Piriano?'
'My lips are sealed.'
'Was it Rosa DiAngelo, then?'
'Please, Father, I cannot tell you.'
The priest sighs in frustration.
'You're very tight lipped, and I admire that.
But you've sinned and have to atone.
You cannot be an altar boy now for 4 months.
Now you go and behave yourself.'
Joey walks back to his pew,
and his friend Franco slides over and whispers,
'What'd you get?'
'Four months vacation and five good leads.'
Thank you to my friend Johnnie for sending in this weeks joke. Happy Wednesday Ya'll!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I'm not alone...
Sometimes it can be hard for me to make connections with people, but when I do... they last. I don't mean a connection like going out to have a drink or hanging out. I mean a real connection. A person that can only understand you because they are just like you.
I talked to an old friend today. Someone I have known most of my adult life, friends for years but today we discovered something about each other... We are both crazy. Haha! Seriously...
I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for several years now, in the last year I have been officially diagnosed and heavily medicated. I have felt so alone with my depression. I have alienated friends and family. I failed my husband and kids.
But today... today I don't feel so alone. Today I realized that people that are depressed are not few and far in between. Today I learned that I'm not the only one.
I have read other bloggers that deal with Bipolar disorder and I know that it happens. But I haven't really felt like there was someone I could talk to. I've talked to a counselor and a psychiatrist... but I felt like they were just there to hear what I had to say and file me away. We didn't talk much, we compared notes, chatted about our problems we have had over the last year. It was good. I think the best part about it was that we have known each other so long that I just feel a closer connection now.
Thank you to my friend...
I talked to an old friend today. Someone I have known most of my adult life, friends for years but today we discovered something about each other... We are both crazy. Haha! Seriously...
I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for several years now, in the last year I have been officially diagnosed and heavily medicated. I have felt so alone with my depression. I have alienated friends and family. I failed my husband and kids.
But today... today I don't feel so alone. Today I realized that people that are depressed are not few and far in between. Today I learned that I'm not the only one.
I have read other bloggers that deal with Bipolar disorder and I know that it happens. But I haven't really felt like there was someone I could talk to. I've talked to a counselor and a psychiatrist... but I felt like they were just there to hear what I had to say and file me away. We didn't talk much, we compared notes, chatted about our problems we have had over the last year. It was good. I think the best part about it was that we have known each other so long that I just feel a closer connection now.
Thank you to my friend...
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Things that annoy me...
1. People that think they are more important or of higher standard than me... If you want to call me white trash, go ahead... but let me tell you one thing... If you think for one moment you can walk a mile in my shoes get ready.... I wear 4 inch heels on a gravel road.
2. Being ignored. Not so much that someone ignoring me as not speaking when they pass by. But if I call you or text you... I expect a response within 24 hours at least. Just common courtesy.
3. Being stared at. I stopped at the Sonic the other day and the dude next to me nearly burnt a hole in my face staring at me. I almost asked if he wanted to take a pic, but he was a kinda "greasy" looking dude and I didn't want my face plastered all over the Internet on Kim Kardashian's body.
4. When I have something exciting to share... be excited with me. Even if you don't really care.
5. When I have a problem and I come to you about it... which is RARE these days. Listen to me. Don't turn it around into your problem. I hate when you talk to someone about something no matter what my problems are theirs are always worse and you end up consoling them. I came to talk to you about my problem. Bad thing about it... these are the same people that want you to listen to them when they have a problem as well.
6. The people at the Sam's club gas pumps. The signs are clearly marked which way is the Entry and the Exit. Don't go into the exit side just so you can get to the pump faster. They did it like that for a reason so we wouldn't have to deal with the gas fiasco they have at the WalMart!!!
7. I can tell my 2 1/2 year old "No" when she says she wants candy... but I don't think she hears me because she only screams for it louder and louder.
8. If any of my coworkers read this... don't take it the wrong way please... I HATE when people gather at my desk and talk. Even though I am a Case Analyst or Office Administrator... what ever you want to call it... I still have my desk out in the middle in the reception area. We rent out our offices so I don't need to take up rentable space. Anyhoo.... people gather at my desk and talk... when I'm working. They don't talk to me either. They talk OVER me. Ugh. I really hate that because it's very distracting.
9. People that say they are bloggers but post only like... once every 6 weeks then it is some stupid knock off thing from the Internet that they copy and pasted. That annoys me. If you are going to have a blog... at least write something original now and then so you have the right to be called a "blogger"... just sayin.
10. My OCD'ness gets on my nerves. Like the fact that I hate the feel of grit on my feet. I won't walk on the wooden deck barefoot. I can't stand to have the sheets out of whack on the bed, I've got to do each little thing a certain way... and don't try and throw me off track.
Ahhhh.... much better. Have a nice day.
p.s. - I need to add one more thing.... people that think everything I say or write on my blog or facebook think it is about them. Another reason I feel freedom of expression is flawed when it comes to my blog. Oh... and that chick that keep shit stirred up... she gets on my nerves too.
The Wednesday Funnies
Happy Hump Day Y'all!
A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
"Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked his wife.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!"
"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too."
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing set," replied the drunk.
A man and his wife were awakened at 3:00 am by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.
"Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3:00 in the morning!"
He slams the door and returns to bed.
"Who was that?" asked his wife.
"Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.
"Did you help him?" she asks.
"No, I did not, it is 3:00 in the morning and it is pouring rain out there!"
"Well, you have a short memory," says his wife. "Can't you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself! God loves drunk people too."
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pounding rain.
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"
"Yes," comes back the answer.
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.
"Where are you?" asks the husband.
"Over here on the swing set," replied the drunk.
Monday, August 8, 2011
A day or two in the life...
#1 had her first day of Kindergarten... and do you think she wanted to tell me about it? Well... no. Of course not. She was not in the least bit interested in telling me about her first day of school. That is until last night at 9:00 when it's time for bed.
The school made this great notebook for her "homework" assignments, teachers notes and communications, reading words... etc. While I was going through her notebook last night to make sure I had every thing signed and ready to go back to school today she decided that it was time to work on every assignment that was in the book.. reading her ABC list, writing her letters, things like that. She is so smart. It amazes me the things she picks up on. Such a fast learner.
Over the weekend #2 decided to run a small fever. Not exactly sure why, but she was back to her normal self on Sunday afternoon... full of "piss and vinegar". The child really is a handful. I don't know how to describe her except she is terrible two's mixed with spoiled rotten and a little temper tantrum mixed in. I follow her around the house threatening her with my flip flop most days. She hasn't gotten it yet and she doesn't want to ... so it works for now.
As for me, I tried to clean house. It literally looks like it should be on that show Clean House or Hoarders. It has gotten so bad. If you have small kids you know what I'm talking about. Trying to clean your house when you have kids present is like brushing your teeth and eating oreo's at the same time. So I've decided to take a day of vacation this week so I can get the house sort of clean. I need to do laundry and clean the kids room. I also need to empty the junk room so we can set it back up as a guest/playroom. I don't want to tackle that mess. Anyone want to help? Free beer! You think I'm joking? I'm serious.
Cleaning the room out also involves doing a complete inventory of my maternity wardrobe so I can put it on eBay.... unless anyone knows of anyone that wants to invest in a complete wardrobe. Pants, dresses, shirts, casual wear, wear to work, swim suits, etc. It has to go and it has to go NOW. Most everything is a size Large. Send me an email if interested and we can work something out.
I know I'm blabbering on but I really just haven't had time to sit down and talk about regular stuff lately.
Other than that... there really isn't anything going on out at the Plantation. No new animals. No stray kids have shown up. My neighbor did bring over some fresh squash yesterday... I've get to go to his house tomorrow and pick a mess of peas. No fun, but I've been craving some fresh purple hull peas and these are as fresh as I can get them. We didn't plant peas this year. Just tomatoes, squash, cucumber and okra.
hmmm....
That's about it. Hope you all have a wonderful Monday. Sorry about the babbling. Until next time, enjoy this cute kitty...
The school made this great notebook for her "homework" assignments, teachers notes and communications, reading words... etc. While I was going through her notebook last night to make sure I had every thing signed and ready to go back to school today she decided that it was time to work on every assignment that was in the book.. reading her ABC list, writing her letters, things like that. She is so smart. It amazes me the things she picks up on. Such a fast learner.
Over the weekend #2 decided to run a small fever. Not exactly sure why, but she was back to her normal self on Sunday afternoon... full of "piss and vinegar". The child really is a handful. I don't know how to describe her except she is terrible two's mixed with spoiled rotten and a little temper tantrum mixed in. I follow her around the house threatening her with my flip flop most days. She hasn't gotten it yet and she doesn't want to ... so it works for now.
As for me, I tried to clean house. It literally looks like it should be on that show Clean House or Hoarders. It has gotten so bad. If you have small kids you know what I'm talking about. Trying to clean your house when you have kids present is like brushing your teeth and eating oreo's at the same time. So I've decided to take a day of vacation this week so I can get the house sort of clean. I need to do laundry and clean the kids room. I also need to empty the junk room so we can set it back up as a guest/playroom. I don't want to tackle that mess. Anyone want to help? Free beer! You think I'm joking? I'm serious.
Cleaning the room out also involves doing a complete inventory of my maternity wardrobe so I can put it on eBay.... unless anyone knows of anyone that wants to invest in a complete wardrobe. Pants, dresses, shirts, casual wear, wear to work, swim suits, etc. It has to go and it has to go NOW. Most everything is a size Large. Send me an email if interested and we can work something out.
I know I'm blabbering on but I really just haven't had time to sit down and talk about regular stuff lately.
Other than that... there really isn't anything going on out at the Plantation. No new animals. No stray kids have shown up. My neighbor did bring over some fresh squash yesterday... I've get to go to his house tomorrow and pick a mess of peas. No fun, but I've been craving some fresh purple hull peas and these are as fresh as I can get them. We didn't plant peas this year. Just tomatoes, squash, cucumber and okra.
hmmm....
That's about it. Hope you all have a wonderful Monday. Sorry about the babbling. Until next time, enjoy this cute kitty...
Friday, August 5, 2011
Growing up too fast...
She started school this morning,
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.
And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.
This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred by hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.
Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn’t understand.
And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.
And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She’s not a baby anymore –
She’s in Kindergarten today
- Author unknown
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.
And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.
Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.
This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.
My eyes were blurred by hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day.
Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn’t understand.
And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.
But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.
And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She’s not a baby anymore –
She’s in Kindergarten today
- Author unknown
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Children behave
You know what really ticks me off... I have some things I want to post about... Some ranting and raving I need to do and I can't because someone will go back and tattle on me. Yes... tattle tale. I can't say it on here and I can't say it on facebook. The whole stinking reason I started this blog was so that I could write about things that made me mad. Get out my frustrations... and look... I'm backed into a corner again.
Don't you love it when you are stuck in a position where you can't express your opinion to anyone about how you feel because the person that made you mad will act like a 5 year old over it?
What exactly should you do in that situation?
That is one of the things I really hate about the "small" town I live in. People can't keep their mouth shut. And what is even worse, there are a few people that have to keep tabs on others just so they can keep the mess stirred up.
My children are 5 and 2 1/2 years old... not in their 30's. Yes... I make mistakes and I will admit in a second when I screw up. I will also step out on a limb and apologize for what I've done wrong. Maybe that is where I went wrong. I always feel like I need to be the bigger person and ask for forgiveness. Should I just have the attitude that people can kiss my a$$ and move on? I don't know.
Opinions please.
Don't you love it when you are stuck in a position where you can't express your opinion to anyone about how you feel because the person that made you mad will act like a 5 year old over it?
What exactly should you do in that situation?
That is one of the things I really hate about the "small" town I live in. People can't keep their mouth shut. And what is even worse, there are a few people that have to keep tabs on others just so they can keep the mess stirred up.
My children are 5 and 2 1/2 years old... not in their 30's. Yes... I make mistakes and I will admit in a second when I screw up. I will also step out on a limb and apologize for what I've done wrong. Maybe that is where I went wrong. I always feel like I need to be the bigger person and ask for forgiveness. Should I just have the attitude that people can kiss my a$$ and move on? I don't know.
Opinions please.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Wednesday Funnies
I'm sure some of you have already read these, but I thought it was too funny not to share again! Enjoy and Happy Wednesday!
Courtroom Testimony
These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.
ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.
ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh...
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!
ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.
Courtroom Testimony
These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters who had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually taking place.
ATTORNEY: Are you sexually active?
WITNESS: No, I just lie there.
ATTORNEY: What is your date of birth?
WITNESS: July 18th.
ATTORNEY: What year?
WITNESS: Every year.
ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.
ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?
ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan.
ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?
ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Would you repeat the question?
ATTORNEY: So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And what were you doing at that time?
WITNESS: Uh...
ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.
ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.
ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an autopsy on him!
ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Huh?
ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: But could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.
Monday, August 1, 2011
The Sleeping Arrangement
I don't sleep... but to be able to get a couple of hours at night I've got to have everything just perfect before I can relax enough to get an hour or two. If you look at my list of Secrets and Lies you will see that I have a small little OCD obsession with my bed. I don't know what triggered it, but it didn't happen until after I moved out on my own.
I have to make sure the sheets, blankets, comforter .... everything is just "so" before I can get comfortable and rest. Sheets must be tucked in and straight. The bedspread must be straight on the bed... and my quilt... has to be laid just the right way lined up with the bedspread. I know it's crazy. I also have to use 3 pillows. One firm for the base pillow, a soft one for my head and then I have my squishy pillow that I have to throw my arm over when I'm sleeping on my side.
When I first get in the bed, I have to pull every thing up one by one... sheet, bedspread, then quilt... make sure they are where I want them and then... I kind of wiggle down in to my spot, and I rub my feet together. I don't get over on my side until sometime during the night. I can't have anything or anyone touching me either. Forget snuggling. I will snuggle for a few minutes, but then when I'm ready to go to sleep I have to do my little routine to get comfortable. Laying on my back, I fold my hands together, sorta like they place a person in a coffin. I must look like I'm dead when I'm trying to sleep. It has to be perfectly silent... not even the radio. I left my watch out on my dresser one night and I couldn't go to sleep or get slightly comfortable because I could hear it ticking. I can hear a mouse fart in the house... it can be quite annoying.
When I was pregnant both times it was really bad because I had to sleep on my left side and I just can't get comfortable that way. I've tried over the years to fall asleep like that but for some reason I can't do it. No matter what I try.
Whats even worse... sometimes when I'm really restless, I have to stick my right foot out from under the covers, hang it off the bed and wiggle it. This really gets on Buck's nerves since it shakes the whole bed. It's something I did with the kids when they were little to help them sleep... and my Mom did it with me when I was small. Its a comfort thing... soothing.
I don't know what brought me to this. I used to be able to sleep anywhere, but now it's gotten down to the fact I can't sleep anywhere except in my bed in my spot with the covers just like I want them. I've got to be really tired to fall asleep on the couch or something. Even when we have gone camping, I've got to set my sleeping area just so or I won't sleep the entire time we are gone. Not that I sleep that good anyway, but I do need a couple of hours to keep from completely going insane.
I have to make sure the sheets, blankets, comforter .... everything is just "so" before I can get comfortable and rest. Sheets must be tucked in and straight. The bedspread must be straight on the bed... and my quilt... has to be laid just the right way lined up with the bedspread. I know it's crazy. I also have to use 3 pillows. One firm for the base pillow, a soft one for my head and then I have my squishy pillow that I have to throw my arm over when I'm sleeping on my side.
When I first get in the bed, I have to pull every thing up one by one... sheet, bedspread, then quilt... make sure they are where I want them and then... I kind of wiggle down in to my spot, and I rub my feet together. I don't get over on my side until sometime during the night. I can't have anything or anyone touching me either. Forget snuggling. I will snuggle for a few minutes, but then when I'm ready to go to sleep I have to do my little routine to get comfortable. Laying on my back, I fold my hands together, sorta like they place a person in a coffin. I must look like I'm dead when I'm trying to sleep. It has to be perfectly silent... not even the radio. I left my watch out on my dresser one night and I couldn't go to sleep or get slightly comfortable because I could hear it ticking. I can hear a mouse fart in the house... it can be quite annoying.
When I was pregnant both times it was really bad because I had to sleep on my left side and I just can't get comfortable that way. I've tried over the years to fall asleep like that but for some reason I can't do it. No matter what I try.
Whats even worse... sometimes when I'm really restless, I have to stick my right foot out from under the covers, hang it off the bed and wiggle it. This really gets on Buck's nerves since it shakes the whole bed. It's something I did with the kids when they were little to help them sleep... and my Mom did it with me when I was small. Its a comfort thing... soothing.
I don't know what brought me to this. I used to be able to sleep anywhere, but now it's gotten down to the fact I can't sleep anywhere except in my bed in my spot with the covers just like I want them. I've got to be really tired to fall asleep on the couch or something. Even when we have gone camping, I've got to set my sleeping area just so or I won't sleep the entire time we are gone. Not that I sleep that good anyway, but I do need a couple of hours to keep from completely going insane.
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