Happy New Year Everybody!!!!
Saturday, December 29, 2007
And then I had to go look to see what was recorded on the DVR. How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Charlie Brown Christmas. Suddenly I don't feel so eager to move on with things. It isn't even New Years yet and I'm suddenly so sad. I'm so sad that the culmunation leading up to that one glorious day is over. I'm so sad that once again it all has to come down for another three hundred and some odd days. I'm so sad that time is going by so fast and I feel like I'm stuck spinning in the wind. My children will never again be 8 and 6 at Christmas. I'm so sad that in the whirlwind of time, I never did get my Christmas cards out.
I thought I was ready. I really did... and I am, but I'm also sad too. It's a bittersweet ending.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Child B is so eloquent, and so matter of fact. Plus he has such a conscience. The other day while we were out, he said something he shouldn't have. Of course Child A was right there to point the finger. "MOM! He said the B word!". "What did you say Greg?" I asked sternly. And there it was... coming out of my precious childs mouth were the words, "Son of a B****". Immediately, Child A bursts into laughter. Of course, I do too, but don't want him to see me. I could NOT believe my child just said it AGAIN... even though I asked him to. I honestly thought he would say, "I said the B word". But NOPE... he said it and used it in a sentence too!
"If I EVER hear that word or any other bad word, come out of your mouth again, I PROMISE you that you will have soap in your mouth!" End of subject.
Shortly after we arrived home, the kids got ready for bed. I came out of the hallway, to find Greg sitting on the hearth of the fireplace, rocking back and forth, sobbing... holding onto a stuffed Santa. Quite alarmed and sympathetic I asked, "WHAT is wrong?" "I'm getting coal. I just know I'm getting coal. I said the MOTHER of all bad words and I feel so guilty". Speechless. I felt HORRIBLE for him in that very moment and realized how sensitive he is, and that he does indeed feel guilt. Horrendous, looming, elephant on your back, guilt. I reassured him that everyone makes mistakes, and that I was fairly sure he would NOT get coal for Christmas.
Never have I seen a child mind his P's and Q's as much as he did from that day forward... and Santa did NOT leave him coal. In fact, he made out quite well. Lucky boy.
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
I got injured playing the Wii... yippie...
Get a Wii for Christmas?
Make SURE the floor is clear when you are playing... and that there are NO toy helicopters for you to land on. Yep. Rotator blade... right into the bottom of my heel.
They don't call me Grace for nothin!
Whats in YOUR stocking???
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
I am debating on doing a letter. There are a lot of people that have no idea what goes on here. But then I think of how boring it is here sometimes. zzzzzzzzzzz... But of course I could go through my blog archives over the past year and pull out the tidbits.
Your thoughts please... Oh and BTW... I'm a crafter. I LOVE paper and usually make my cards, but you know what... Hallmark won. I bought my cards last night because frankly my dear... I just don't have the time right now.
So vote now so I can figure out what to do, because if you know anything about me... I can't make a decision to save my life and by the time I make the decision... the time has run out.... as it did with what card I was going to "make" this year.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Since I bought this on Ebay, I was waiting to see what condition it arrived in, before I left feedback. I opened the box, and there it was - packaged better than anything I have EVER received on Ebay before. I pulled it out, set it on the counter, and started removing all of the utensils from the box.
I can't believe I own an espresso machine.
Because it was used once by the previous owner, I thought it necessary to thoroughly clean it, inside and out using Starbucks Descaler. It probably didn't need it, but I am not into other peoples funk.
Two days... It sat for 2 days as I walked by, looking at it.... stalking it.... intimidated by it. Ok, so one of those days I had to work.... but today... today was my day. I woke up with a date with the espresso machine. I bought all the fixings for a Caramel Macchiato or a Cinnamon Dolce Latte (which smells like a warm buttered cinnamon roll btw). Be advised that I drink 1% milk and most times, I get soy in my lattes, so I won't be porking out - more than I have. I have no intentions on making this a daily thing... but $4 per latte, 10x per month.... you do the math.
I followed the instructions and steamed the milk first. Note to self... buy earplugs. I got the milk to 160', then made my 2 shots of espresso. OMG... the color. The way it separated in the shot glasses. 3 PRECISE layers. 2 pumps o' Cinnamon Dolce into the cup. Next in when the shots. Then the milk. YUMMMMMMMMMMMY......
Then for kicks which I don't normally get on my latte's.... whipped cream BECAUSE PRESENTATION IS EVERYTHING. As the whipped cream slowly sank down into my cup... it all came together. I could barely stand it. I took a sip.... mmmmmmm warm melty whipped cream..... WONDERFUL.... Morning coffee just got SO much better..... and then I tasted it.....
My VERY first, Homemade Latte.... that tasted EXACTLY LIKE........................HOT MILK -YUK
Next time.... I won't use such a tall cup. lol.
BTW... the kids were eating breakfast, getting ready for school and screwing around the entire time I was at ONE with the machine.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
My Mom & Dad
Photo taken 09-14-1996
I know the photo is old... but it is one of my favorites, because there aren't too many photos of the two of them together... at least I don't have that many (remember to change that...).
Today is Sunday. I spent yesterday with my sister, and the kids were with my parents, baking Christmas cookies. They spent the night there, and I spent the night at my sisters.
I woke up early, and went out into the blizzard to pick up my kids. It took me about 20 minutes to clear the 2 feet of snow from my car. The drive to their house was nerve wracking at best. I had atmospheric music on... Thanks to XM Radio Channel 77... to try and keep "breathing".
My parents live in Harrison Township. There is only one road leading to their house. They are sandwiched between Lake Saint Clair and Selfridge Air National Guard Base - which you see on the news frequently.
The road leading in drives next to the fence of SANG, and the Clinton River. When it snows, as it has today, the snow is blown across the airport runways (2 miles of FLAT LAND) and blows all over North River Road. I white knuckled the steering wheel the whole way there. This road winds and curves almost the entire way there. Taking a turn too fast and your car is sliding towards the river, or into oncoming traffic. Today, the road was cleared wide enough for 1 car to fit through... no mather if you were coming in or going out. By the time I reached their house, I was nearly hysterical. I went straight for the bathroom, so I could "let go" and have a quick breakdown. It was that horrendous of a drive... and I had to turn around and go back the other way... with kids.
My parents IMMEDIATELY knew I was a wreck. My mom made me take off my coat and stay. She made me pancakes, sausage and bacon and offered me coffee. Their house was the warmest and most welcoming I had felt in years. Exactly what I needed. As I sat at the table, my Dad came and sat next to me, and broke bread with me.
Shortly after... I was ready to try the journey again... only this time, I wasn't an emotional wreck. Because my parents gave me exactly what I needed. I don't think there is a word to describe what they gave me, but what it was.... it was priceless.
And that is only one small tiny thing out of a million things...
That I adore about my Mom and Dad.
This is true see http://www.snopes.com/medical/disease/purse.asp
HANDBAGS...Have you ever noticed gals who sit their handbags on public toilet floors then go directly to their dining tables and set it on the table? Happens a lot!It's not always the 'restaurant food' that causes stomach distress.Sometimes "what you don't know 'will' hurt you"!Read on...Mom got so upset when guests came in the door and plopped their handbags down on the counter where she was cooking or setting up food. She always said that handbags are really dirty, because of where they have been.Smart Mom!!!It's something just about every woman carries with them. While we may know what's inside our handbags, do you have any idea what's on the outside? Shauna Lake put handbags to the test - for bacteria - with surprising results. You may think twice about where you put your handbag.Women carry handbags everywhere; from the office to public toilets to the floor of the car. Most women won't be caught without their handbags, but did you ever stop to think about where your handbag goes during the day?"I drive a school bus, so my handbag has been on the floor of the bus a lot," says one woman. "On the floor of my car, and in toilets." "I put my handbag in grocery shopping carts, on the floor of the toilet," says another woman "and of course in my home which should be clean."We decided to find out if handbags harbor a lot of bacteria. We learned how to test them at Nelson Laboratories in Salt Lake , and then we set out to test the average woman's handbag.Most women told us they didn't stop to think about what was on the bottom of their handbag. Most said at home they usually set their handbags on top of kitchen tables and counters where food is prepared.Most of the ladies we talked to told us they wouldn't be surprised if thei r handbags were at least a little bit dirty. It turns out handbags are so surprisingly dirty, even the microbiologist who tested them was shocked.Microbiologist Amy Karen of Nelson Labs says nearly all of the handbags tested were not only high in bacteria, but high in harmful kinds of bacteria. Pseudomonas can cause eye infections, staphylococcus aurous can cause serious skin infections, and salmonella and e-coli found on the handbags could make people very sick.In one sampling, four of five handbags tested positive for salmonella, and that's not the worst of it. "There is fecal contamination on the handbags," says Amy. Leather or vinyl handbag s tended to be cleaner than cloth handbags, and lifestyle seemed to play a role. People with kids tended to have dirtier handbags than those without, with one exception. The handbag of one single woman who frequented nightclubs had one of the worst contamination's of all. "Some type of feces, or possibly vomit" says Amy.So the moral of this story - your handbag won't kill you, but it does have the potential to make you very sick if you keep it on places where you eat. Use hooks to hang your handbag at home and in toilets, and don't put it on your desk, a restaurant table, or on your kitchen countertop.Experts say you should think of your handbag the same way you would a pair of shoes. "If you think about putting a pair of shoes onto your countertops, that's the same thing you're doing when you put your handbag on the countertops"- your handbag has gone where individuals before you have sneezed, coughed, spat, urinated, emptied bowels, etc! Do you really want to bring that home with you? The microbiologists at Nelson also said cleaning a handbag will help.Wash cloth handbags and use leather cleaner to clean the bottom of leather handbags.THIS IS WORTH SHARING!!! AND MEN PLEASE PASS THIS ON TO YOUR WIVES, GIRLFRIENDS OR DAUGHTERS!
Thursday, December 13, 2007
My sister? She's... She's a box of rocks.
Everyone in the waiting room is now laughing. And many are laughing, trying to conceal their laughter. See, the night before, Emily - the queen of procrastination, was doing her math homework. And through the whole thing, she is verbally abusing herself, calling herself a box of rocks because she waited till the last moment to do her homework, and now that it is due the next day, she's struggling.
Box of rocks.... the statement still reverberates in my head.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I'm telling you... my nephews blog has turned into the total Jerry Springer show. I swear, in the time that he has been blogging, there are maybe 5 comments. Suddenly he posts about a childs death and the flood gates to the trailer parks have opened. It is shocking. The thing I don't understand is, all these people seemed to know this child and obviously her parents, yet they did nothing to prevent what happened. It doesn't make sense to me. But if they don't know this child and her parents... what are they going to do? Go commit homicide? These are some extreme people. I swear they are as guilty as the parents are if they chose to do nothing about this situation.
I think I'm going to quit reading his blog until he changes it. The tempers are flying and so is mine... dealing with this stupid template issue.
Sunday, December 09, 2007
Finally, I also have a Reward Zone card from Best Buy. On it you accrue points with your purchases and in return they send you checks. We've had this card for at least 2 1/2 years. Have we EVER received a check? NOPE. Not one... but we sure have dropped a lot of cash at Best Buy. So again... I fired off an email to their customer service.
I have a feeling I'm going to be making A LOT of phone calls this week...
Now that I've sucked the life out of you, look over to my nephews blog. You will find a link on the side. Look for Navy Bound Nephew.
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Yep. That is what I got. Because 1. Starbucks clearanced them out and I was lucky enough to find one! So now I can make my latte's for a song compared to the $4.45 that Starbucks charges. PLUS I don't have to go out in the cold to get one. SWEET!
I'm sorry Katrina and Janet. I just can't do it. I just can NOT give up my coffee. My passion runs deep for a good cup o' joe.
Now I'll just have to train my brother how to make my latte's when he comes to visit. Because he IS my coffee Biaaaatch, lol.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Pretzel Sticks, Gold Fish, and Cream Cheese.
2. Dip in cream cheese.
3. Fish for a gold fish.
4. Make sure it sticks!
Kids LOVE this snack. Especially in he classroom. Costco sells cream cheese in the little cups. It is quite tasty too.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Tiffany VS. Debbie Gibson or both?
As I am in my whirlwind of house cleaning, Tiffany came on the radio. I started thinking... as I was dusting... I loved Tiffany, but didn't care for Debbie Gibson. Yet Den liked Debbie Gibson, but didn't care for Tiffany. See where I'm going with this?
Inquiring minds want to know.... Did you like Tiffany better or Debbie Gibson. OR did you like both of them equally the same.
I'm going to post a poll up on the right side for a week. Let's see who wins this one.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Anyhoo... I went to the doc. Waited a LONG time, and was a bit bent out of shape about it, but when he came in, he spent a LONG time with me. That made it a lot better. There wasn't anything to forget to tell him, and he made me feel like there wasn't anyone else he had to rush off to. THAT is what medical care should be.
So he gave me some Astelin. He said that as far as holistic goes, this is not bad, because it is a surface absorption only and not a systemic pill. It should help with the sinus headaches. He also gave me Maxalt for the Migraines. THESE are only to get me going. He is going to look some things up, and will be calling me with information on what natural things I should be doing to get all of these headaches to stop. He also said he needs to ask me a few more questions as well.
I think the visit went very well and am eager to see what he comes up with. I also might add.... that he thinks I should NOT stop drinking coffee right now, because that will trigger a headache in itself. But I still haven't had any as of yet. I did have a cup of DECAF last night with coconut creamer and it was delicioso!
That is my .02 cents for today. Oh... I will be going to the chiro, and picking up Yoga ASAP too.
The light is at the end of the tunnel................I hope.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
I'm so sad. Emeril has been on for the longest time. I used to watch Food TV with my Grandma at her house, because no one else had it on their cable. So she and I would watch it together all the time. Then when I started working midnights at the hospital, when it was slow (and sometimes I'm talking not even ONE patient), I would sit in the waiting room, and watch Food Network because it was the only thing on. That's when I got hooked on "Good Eats". Alton Brown is a fossil around Food Network. I hope he doesn't ever get cancelled.
Wow, what a day it has been. At first, it was easy. Had my tea, chatted with Katrina, started to get withdrawl headache... popped 3 Motrin. Headache gone. Then, a Starbucks commercial came on... the one with the pretty winter cup. Almost sabotage. I knew I would be passing a Starbucks on the way to a friends house for a gold party. Luckily my friend Helen was there to save the day as I didn't want to inconvenience her - not that it would have, as she is very easy going. BTW, Helen reads this every day. Everyone say "Hi" to Helen... See Helen waving Hi? lol. So we get to the friends house and sell our gold - which was VERY lucerative by the way - if you get invited to a sell your old gold party, I HIGHLY recommend you go if you have stuff in your jewelry box. As Helen stated, she made more $ at the jewerly party than she would have at work today!
We get to the friends. What does she offer? Coffee. YUMMY, Hot, Creamy coffee in BEAUTIFUL coffee mugs. OMG... I almost started panting and drooling right on the spot. Did I opt for the soda? NOPE... because it has caffeine in it! Water please. I made it. I totally made it ALL day today, however, at Kroger, it took me 15 minutes to get out of the coffee aisle - we were in the aisle for something else that happened to be in the coffee section. I did however, pick up a bag of Decaf Dunkin Donuts coffee. I can have decaf, right?
I feel pretty good. Tired, but good. As I pop on to check emails, I find an email from Starbucks . Click the link and watch them make a Caramel Macchiato. I will make it, I can do this... but I have to go get some wipes to clean my monitor screen now. It's all gooey from me licking it.
Monday, November 26, 2007
"When you go to the church to get married, you do not wear any rings. You say your vows, then the man puts the ring on your ring finger. Then you put your engagement ring on after that. That way the wedding band is closer to your heart".
"You mean you have to say your AEIOU's?" asks E.
"Huh?" I replied, "What are you talking about?"
"Your Vowels, you said you have to say your vowels before you get your ring" she explained.
I had tears running down my cheeks. She was so honest and sincere in her questioning.
I tried a Mantra..."I am so fortunate to be going to work today, I am so fortunate to be going to work today". I repeated it to myself over and over as I drove my 1 mile to my job. But the "I'm going to be 36 and am a Medical Assistant" part just kept getting to me. HUGE "L" still on the forehead. I am also one of the oldest people at my job. Even my BOSS is younger than I am.
So in an effort to GET RID of these headaches, I have decided to make an appt with one of my doctors partners. Dr. T loves holistic medicine. He is an MD and will only offer holistic advice to his patients if they request it. So I'm moonlighting on Dr. K, and going to see Dr. T on Wednesday.
As I am making my appt, Joyce says, "WOW!!! I didn't realize you were THAT old!". And the thing is... she said it nicely. I am willing to bet Joyce is a touch older than I am, and I KNOW she didn't mean it in a cruel way.... however with my mindset that I had before I went to work, her statement went right through me. I was speechless.... She did add that I don't look my age, that she thought I was much younger. I'm holding on to that part of her comment. The only other time I felt speechless was when I was at Farmer Jack one day... I was purchasing a bottle of wine and when I handed the cashier my ID, he says, "We only card if you look under 40".
Yep. 35 year old bandaid applier. Such a novel job. Pardon me while I go feel sorry for myself now and go lick my wounds. ;o)
Friday, November 23, 2007
Service for Twelve....
My beautiful mom bought me the 12 white plates, because sometimes.... you need REAL plates. I believe certain meals DO NOT get served on chinet.
I bought my flatware. I LOVE it. I got it with a 20% coupon at Bed, Bath, and Beyond.
Whenever we have company for Thanksgiving, Christmas or a Holy Communion, I use "the good stuff". Oh... and I also use white cloth napkins too. They go with every holiday, and they are EASY to clean.
It was a lot of fun, even thought I did not get what I intended on purchasing. To me, saving the extra few bucks isn't worth standing in 19 degree weather for over an our. Nope. Not gonna do it.
I also might add that as I type this, the moon is rising out of the east. When I woke up this morning, it was setting in the west.... I have been up for THAT long....zzzzzzzzz.
Oh AND I have to add; remember my Early Riser posting from last week? And Katrina's comment was... Have a good time. I have never been up for that challenge. But I was offered a spreadsheet on it oddly enough, nothing is more tempting that Good Morning America viewed from my bed. Well... LOOKIE HERE.....KATRINAS BLOG I'm laughing big time on this one...
I wonder if Diane Sawyer noticed Katerina was not there??????
Hope your Thanksgiving was awesome!
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Monday, November 19, 2007
I have a headache. I've had this dumb thing since Thursday. I have taken Tylenol, Excederine, Imitrex which I was just prescribed, Tylenol and Motrin together, and I still have a headache.
I went to the doc last Monday for my "yearly". I told him that last month, I had a headache that lasted a whopping 5 days, and almost had me vomitting. He said it is a menstrual migraine, and told me that my estrogen level is dropping so much that it's triggering a migraine. He then prescribed the Imitrex. He told me to take it AS SOON as I feel one coming on...
But like my sister in law said, how do you know when it is a migraine or a regular headache. My que is when it lasts more than a day or three. By then I think I missed that "as soon as I feeling it coming on" window.
So my question to you.... my friends, how do I make this go away? What holistic thing can I do to get these to stop. I already know a few things. 1. lose weight. 2. stop drinking coffee. 3. Ask your girlfriends for advice.
With that, the ball is in your court. Open forum time. Tell me what to do. On my end, I am making an appointment with my MD to go for a full physical. I want blood work done. I want to know my levels. From there I am taking my information with me on my crusade for better health, because THIS SUCKS.
So fire away your comments. Operators are standing by...
Thursday, November 15, 2007
The Black Friday ads are out!
Enjoy! Oh and on the list this year... An LCD flat TV for our front room. It is going to be converted into an office/guest room. And being that it is like 17 x 10 it is an odd shaped room, so it needs a flat tv for the wall. Wish me luck!
P.S. I'm making PW's mashed potatos for Thanksgiving Dinner. YUMMY!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Unfortunately I have a memory that isn't so pleasant. And now E is going through a very similar situation. Melanie and I always got along beautifully. We played together all the time. But there was one girl on our street that just couldn't manage to be friends with both of us. And if we were friends with her, she would make us choose sides. She was a wedge. With her it was all or nothing. When you are so limited on your friends, you sometimes have to take the bad with the good, just to have someone to play with. Until you suddenly realize that the one person that remains consistant, and true is the one you want to be with. We all know who that is.... Melanie.
E is in 3rd grade now. She is really coming into herself and is such a beautiful person. She is very fair, and loves to play with her friends. Occasionally she gets what my neighbor calls "cruise director" syndrome. But not too often.
A couple weeks ago, on a Thursday, I told E that if she got her Dumpola cleaned up, she could have a friend over. This child spent 6... count em' SIX hours cleaning her room. She talked to her friend, got all the OK's and was in her glory. Personally I'd wished she asked someone else, because this friend sure seems to yank E's chain quite a bit. For example, during E's birthday sleepover with 6 other girls, the girl that I am writing about, called her mother about 7 times, hanging on the phone line. She lead E on for hours, not knowing if she "wanted" to spend the night or not. At 10 pm that night, her mother comes in, carrying A's "sleepover" stuff.
Fast forward to a couple weeks ago. That Friday, A came home with E. At first she was unsure if she wanted to spend the night. I told A that we needed to know, because I like things to be set in concrete. I don't like to "not know" what is going on. (You knew that about me, right?)
They had the BEST time playing all day. We went out to dinner. Then S came down the street. She is in class with A & E. They all play together at school. they played, did computer games. They really had fun. Around 7 pm that evening, E disappeared. A & S thought she hid on them to scare them. When we went looking for E, I found her. Curled up in her bed, sobbing. My heart broke.
Apparently while they were playing, A asked to use the phone to call her mom. When her mom answered, she said, "Can you come get me? I'm ready to come home." The child that spent 6 hours cleaning her room, for this girl to come over, was devistated.
When A entered E's room, it was a war. I saw a side of my child that I have NEVER seen before. Literally, my hair was blowing back from the pent up aggravation that was releasing in my child. She went off on A, telling her what she had gone through, and how she spent all that time cleaning her room, when she thought A was going to spend the night. And here A just decided not to. It got so ugly that I called A's mom. Repeatedly at that because she was no where to be found. When she finally called me back, they were out to dinner. I told her, "A & E have had a serious falling out. I'm talking potential end of the friendship here. You need to come and get A."
The mother then says, "do you want me to talk to her?" "NO! That isn't going to change anything, come get her", I replied. "Ok, when our food comes, we're going to eat then we'll be there."
Helloooooooo? Is anybody home? I have two 8 year olds that are about to kill each other, but you go ahead and eat your potpie ok?! I'll just go throw on my referee shirt.
An hour later, A's parents arrive, and so did the theatrics. As soon as she saw her mother, A, who had not shown ANY emotion until now, turned on the faucets. My jawl dropped wide open.
I was SURE that this friendship was over, and personally, I was glad to accept that. Although my heart was broken, because so was my child's. She was devistated, then she said it, "You and Dad were right. I should have listened to you". Every parents DREAM statement. We had told her that we didn't think A was treating her right, which was apparent from the birthday manipulation".
To make a very long story short, I would like to say that E has forgiven A, and has NO plans to invite her to any sleepovers in the near future. However, they have been playing at school. Today E told me that A is ignoring her because she is playing with S again.
It's an Instant Replay of Jeni Lane... where I grew up.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Today while watching the Channel 4 news (this morning), they listed birthdays. Among all of the children, there was a woman who was turning "30ish".
Do you even know where I'm about to go with this one? I am 35. My birthday is in February, and I am PROUD to say that I am a healthy, but hefty 35 year old. Ok, not proud about the hefty part, but thats for another paragraph.
I don't understand peoples obsession with numbers when it comes to age. I actually don't understand most people, but anyway. I would be willing to be that if you ask a cancer survivor how old they are, they will PROUDLY declare their age. Because they KNOW they are lucky to be on God's green earth. I wish all people viewed their lives as a blessing. But disregard this statement because I'm about to go off about my weight.
On to other stuff. Did you SEE what Melanie wrote today? lol. I told her that I had a grin from ear to ear and to imagine the Grinch with a smile. Because I swear she looked into her mirror, but saw ME! OMG what has happened to me. I will tell you. Remember a while back when I told you about the drug reps and the food?
Well let's just say that in my first year of work, I have actually put on the "freshman 15" + some. I am a cow. I am the poster child for Mad Cow disease. I went shopping the other day. Bee Bopped into a store with my sister clammering on the cell phone. 15 minutes later, I left. Defeated, depressed, and feeling like a total chunky monkey. What happened?
Well. A MAJOR part is self control. If you looked back to my previous post on the drug reps and the food, it pertains A LOT to that. Plus a current foot condition that I am experiencing. More so to the food. I will go into work with the BEST intentions that I am NOT going to eat this stuff. But there it is. I HAVE to go punch out for lunch, and there it is. I'm not talking Taco Bell people.
I'm talking, Andiamo's, Red Robin, Jeff Baldwins, Italian Restaurants, Mexican, Chinese. EVERY DAY, and most days 2x per day. PLUS not to mention, that IF I have to use the restroom, I HAVE to walk into the breakroom, which is RIGHT where this stuff is kept. I'm doomed.
Imagine eating out EVERY DAY. You know you can't eat like that, so why should we? Cows, and I'm one of them.
Since I'm dealing with a foot problem, my remedy is swimming. I started swimming at the Rec Center. So I am very hopeful that it will work.
Here comes my honesty. I am 40+ pounds heavier than I was when I got pregnant with Child A, 8 years ago.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Grey's Anatomy is one of my MOST favorite shows. However what my view on this at this moment can be summed up in one word. If its even a word. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzz BOOORRING! Anytime Meredith and McDreamy are in the same scene, they are in bed, and they are "done". There is NO lust, no romance, no nothing, but a "come on Meredith, quit being a Biatch" from me.
Izzy and George? I really liked them, until they got together. Now all I feel is ZZZZZZZZZZz booorring! I do like how Kristina is being dissed by that manly chic. Boy did she put her in her place. But I can see how this is going to make Kristina a better surgeon, because she is showing how bad she wants to be a cardiothoracic surgeon. I would like to place my bet by saying that I am quite certain that the reason that manly chic is not attracted to Mark is because she is a lesbian. And by saying that, I am in no way implying that I have anything against anyone and their sexual orientation. I'm just saying that I have a 'feeling' on this one. When you see it and if she comes out, "remember me. I called it", lol.
Last night, we were so tired. Den was unconscious by 9. So I DVR'd Greys. After watching it, I almost deleted it. Because it was dumb, boring and ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzz
BUT I must add before I go, that there is news that with this writers strike that is going on, MANY shows, including Grey's could be done by Christmas. Then what???? ZZZZZZZZZZZ
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
TV personality Giada De Laurentiis poses on the press line at the 3rd Annual Elyse Walker Pink Party in Santa Monica, Calif., in this Sept. 8, 2007, file photo. De Laurentiis, 37, the star of Food Network's "Everyday Italian" and "Giada's Weekend Getaways" says she is expecting her first child, a baby girl, in April. She announced her pregnancy on NBC's "Today Show" on Monday, Nov. 5, 2007, where she is a contributing correspondent on the morning show. (AP Photo/Dan Steinberg, file)
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Today, I find myself a bit fire up. I mean, I was fine and actually in this fantastic mood after having breakfast with Deanna today. Yesterday I spoke to the librarian at the kids school. I offered to help set up the book fair that starts next week. She says, "Oh good! Mrs. Blahblah is going to help too". OMG. I despise this woman. Not the librarian, the other person that is "helping" set up the book fair. She is the president of the PTA at the kids school. Here are my reasons why...
1. Last year, she worked the book fair and proceeded to talk about someone that helped set it up. That person happens to be my very dear friend Kim. So imagine the PTA biatch's surprise when I snapped at her, "You know what?! If you're going to talk about her, at least get her LAST NAME right!".
2. Field day last year. PTA jerk wears daisy duke shorts to work the event.
3. This year, she wears a slutty barmaids costume with stilleto heals to the kids Halloween partys. I'm telling you. When she bent over, you could see EVERYTHING. Not to mention she is like 6' w/o heels.
4. She is so full of herself that it makes people sick (see #2 & #3 above). So when the librarian said that I was working with her, I almost panicked. OMG, I don't want to work with her. I would rather eat shards of glass.
Then I started to think.... I wouldn't be me if I didn't stand up to this biatch. You know what... I'm not only going, but I'm wearing my game face. It's going to be on like Donkey Kong. I have no problem ripping into her and putting her in her place. I am ready. PTA girl, bring it, and bring your notebook too, because I have a few things I need to school you on.
With that... I give you Halloween:
E, "I feel like a Pimp"
Me, "Do you know what a pimp is?"
E, "Yeah, it's someone dressed in plastic.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Thought it was a cool photo for Halloween. Be sure to see the Christmas Countdown at the bottom of my blog!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
As I pull up to the road that we live off of, I am now behind said SUV. Out of the drivers window comes a bunch of wadded up paper. Loads of it. THAT WAS IT. Blood Pressure 210 /130, pulse rate 150. Still, I could not see the driver. I had to turn Left, while a$$hole of the century went straight. Isn't there a number or something you can call for something like that? I mean it wasn't worth calling 911, however that driver may have needed an ambulance after I dragged them out of the car and beat the ever living shinola out of them.
Yes. I am BIG on not litering and that means cigarette buts thrown out too. I don't throw USED toilet paper on your living room floor, put your butts where they belong. Or better yet eat them. It won't cause any more harm than smoking already does. Plus it's fiber with a healthy dose of carcinogens.
Now I'm off to go rip into something.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Because there is too much going on here for me to post it all. Especially with Halloween coming.
Let's see... This week, I had a migraine from Thursday to Sunday with hot flashes included. Saturday I had my Tastefully Simple Blast off Party (send me your orders if you have them),
Sunday, Child B and I took Child A to a birthday party until 3. Meanwhile child B got a bath, then we picked up A and went shoe shopping and to buy bagels from Panera. Then we came home, the sitter came and I went to work, where I proceeded to laugh all evening and eat chips illegally with my boss and the doc. (We can get nailed for eating in our work space, but we all needed a fix, plus it was Sunday and the cameras aren't installed yet).
Today, I went shopping with my friend to buy stuff for a gourmet caramel apple class that we took tonight. The family and I went to Red Robin where I satisfied my other craving for none other than BEEF. HMMMM correlation here? Beef craving + Head Ache x 4days = iron deficiency??? Hmmm.
So that is about it. At this moment, my hair is a wreck, I am partially in day clothes and partially in jammies. I smell like chocolate and caramel, and I have a cat boring holes into the back of my head, because apparently he is EMACIATED like JRo's husband gets.
Yes all is well in the nuthouse. I may not have a chance to post tomorrow, or on Halloween, but I will for sure on Thursday. Jro, have a GREAT time in Disney. Melanie will be sappy all week, wishing she was there. :o)
Friday, October 26, 2007
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Andy has his own place setting at the table. He sits in a chair, and puts his paws up on his own "special" placemat and from there, they serve him treats. Andy is not fond of children, however he seems to remember me and Den quite well, since we saved him and gave him a life of luxury over at the house of Putter.
Apparently Andy has developed a "problem". Something on his face appeared askew. Mrs. Putter emailed her BIG BUCKS Vet and of course, "they needed to see him". So without hesitation, Mr. Retired Putter put the well pampered kitty into the limo and chauffered him over to Dr. Warbucks.
One hour later Mr. Putter and his precious flea bag return. Apparently Andy had a $160 pimple on his chin. As Mrs. Putter puts it, "they seduced him into Never, Never Land and popped the damn thing, but first the shaved his chin".
Along with his acne ridden flea bag, Mr. Putter came in with an arm load of medications. Dr. Warbucks apparently found ONE flea, so another $42 later, and Andy has a dermatological "ointment".
As a child, I once sliced my toe open on a rusty coffee can while on vacation. Not only did I NOT go to the hospital for stitches, we continued to play at the beach.
I will say though that as time has gone on, my mother has changed. When my sister and I were both pregnant, we weren't allowed to reach over our heads for anything for fear that we would "wrap the cord" around the babies neck. Instead we had to carry around a 50 pound step stool. One that makes you just about push the baby out - to carry the damn thing.
Enjoy your acne Andy and quit eating fried mice.
BTW... I would have posted a photo of zit face on here, but Mrs. Putter apparently is too busy filing his nails, brushing his teeth and massaging him to snap a photo.
Monday, October 22, 2007
October 21, 2007
BY MITCH ALBOM
FREE PRESS COLUMNIST
This should make you angrier than you have been over almost anything since Sept. 11 -- and that includes the war in Iraq.
A recent report showed that 75% of fake bombs or bomb parts got past Transportation Security Administration security at Los Angeles International Airport and 60% got past TSA screeners at Chicago's O'Hare.
Those are two of the busiest airports in the world. Those are two of the juiciest targets a terrorist could desire.
Seventy-five percent? Three out of four times? We are constantly hearing the tired and misguided phrase "fight 'em over there so we don't have to fight 'em here."
They needn't bother with us over there. With a 75% chance of success, why would they go anywhere BUT here?
The heart of the matter
Now, the reason this news should have you outraged -- and more importantly, why our president and his national security team should be outraged -- is this failure draws a straight line to the World Trade Center, the Pentagon and that field in Pennsylvania six years ago.
Unlike Iraq, which had nothing to do with the actual explosions of Sept. 11, airport security was at the heart of that tragedy. Tighter security, from passenger identity to spotting box cutters, could have thwarted that day.
Can you imagine how our lives would be different if those 19 hijackers had been stopped? Think about every security issue you now face in daily life, think about the economic drain on this nation, think about the war, the lives lost, the political hate, and all of it goes back to how those men got on those planes.
So you would think, before throwing hundreds of billions at a conflict in Iraq, the first, the biggest, the most obvious use of money and effort would be at the real ground zero of the Sept. 11 terrorism plan -- the airports.
Instead, six years after the fact, we still have disinterested agents. We still have inferior equipment when better equipment is available. We still have more emphasis on stuff rather than on interrogating people. And we still have federal officials making excuses. The latest comes from TSA chief Kip Hawley, who, in response to previous bad results, blamed harder tests.
According to USA Today, Hawley told a House committee this week: "We moved from testing of completely assembled bombs ... to the small component parts."
Yeah? So? You expect terrorists to put a completely assembled bomb in an empty briefcase and slide it on the belt?
A very flawed system
Don't laugh. That, in fact, is actually how examiners used to test agents, by putting fake bombs in empty suitcases. You know what? There were still failures.
Now, examiners pack things like detonators or batteries inside a toiletry kit, or they hide watch-timers in carved-out books. And because of that, our TSA chief is justifying these unacceptable numbers? This is like a kid saying, "Well, of course I failed the math test. You wanted me to add AND subtract!"
The fact is, there is no excuse. None. And President George W. Bush, who vows to keep this nation safe, should be the loudest and harshest critic.
After all, it was the government that insisted on taking over airport security after 9/11, saying we couldn't trust such critical work to lowly paid private screeners. So the TSA was formed, and we doubled or tripled the pay, and what do we get? We get 75% at LAX and 60% at O'Hare. Meanwhile, the same tests showed that the San Francisco airport -- which employs private screeners -- allowed only 20% of the fake bomb equipment through.
And private screeners are what we had before the TSA. We're going backward.
I travel more than most people, so I am not shocked. Sadly, many of the TSA people I see seem more interested in their next break than what or who is going through security. I often see dazed looks, bored postures, shared jokes between agents.
The TSA should be ashamed. And if -- or when -- there is another attack involving planes, and everyone, as always, goes looking to blame someone, we can go back to these pathetic results, we can go back to 75% and 60%.
And we can blame ourselves.
Contact MITCH ALBOM at 313-223-4581 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Cheers to many more wonderful memories together.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I appreciate every one of you that have left your condolences for them. Kraig and Katrina have been through so much and to witness all of this just breaks my heart.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sunday morning, I was sitting in the living room, watching the local tragedy channel (aka the news), and a different squirrel showed up. I looked over and thought... uh oh. Fuznuts going to be quite miffed. I started wondering if squirrels are territorial. Sure looks like it the way they chase each other around. Then seconds later... another squirrel shows up. Then panicked I start thinking, OMG, what have I done? Dennis is going to kill me. My obsession and genuine interest in outdoor critters now has us overrun by the little rodents. But again, I am thinking of Fuznut. These sure surely not "our" squirrel, because they did not have the telltale bump on the nose. But they were definitely, in fact much smaller than Fuznut.
Remember the nipple picture above?
Instantly, I knew WHO they were. Not only are Chip and Dale tiny little squirrels, they are FUZNUT'S babies!
She showed up very shortly after we discovered them. I believe they are living in the tree in our backyard... the one we are shooting steriods into to make it grow faster. We lost all of our street lining trees last year to the emerald ash borer. So now it looks like we live in a new neighborhood... with old houses. Sunday morning was quite an adventure to discover them. They are very quick, and wirey. They are very little too. One of them lunged at the doorwall and gave Pumpkin a sudden case of alopecia. With a thud of the glass, the cats flew off their haunches and were pacing at their "Cat TV" - again, aka the doorwall.
I'm sure you are bored to death with my personal account of National Geographic, but for those of you who aren't I had to share this with you. And as you can see from before... I AM my parent's child... Enjoy the pic's. These squirrels don't seem to be at all camera shy. In fact, I had to open up the doorwall to shoo one of them off my screen! Kitty's were instantly thinking "Yummy, roasted squirrel for breakfast", but I quickly reminded them that they are the resident doily's and they are to REMAIN inside the house. Otherwise, they may find their bowls flying out the door behind them.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Friday, October 12, 2007
Secondly, I have to show you all something. Last night I took a class through the Utica Public Schools Adult Enrichment book. Look what I made!!!
A hint for tomorrows exciting news. Look for a hint in the fruit bouquet photo! Post your comment if you know what it is!