tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68268058060485647652024-02-19T10:40:59.772-06:00welcome to the real world, it sucksthis is life, we can all learn from it.lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-86488966547738328272012-04-19T20:21:00.002-05:002012-04-19T20:21:38.792-05:00Just Once I would like to hear......<br />
Just once I would like to hear the following out of some presidential candidates mouth:<br />
Hi, I am so-so and I am running for President. You are probably wondering what I stand for and what I will do if elected so I am here to tell you the honest truth. I have no clue. I would tell you I will change the world and make it better but let's face it, the crystal ball broke so I have no idea if that is going to happen. I would like to tell you no new taxes but who am I kidding? We all know that's a lie. It can happen. I would like to tell you I will make sure that gas never goes above $2 again but unless some miracle happens, I wouldn't hold my breath if I was you. I would like to tell you that I will make it a law that everyone gets a $2 raise every year and everyone will have a job but I admit, that would be a lie too. I would tell you that I will end the war and never start one but there is always some jackass in another country that is stupid enough to test this theory out. I would like to tell you that I will never do anything wrong but I am human and I make mistakes.. big ones.. huge. I would like to tell you that if you vote for me it it will not be a mistake but I can't because it can be. We have no idea what the future brings. I can only say I will try and do a better job and try and fix the past and make the future brighter. If I win and I only get 4 years, well at least you were warned that this could be a mistake.<br />
My friends, this is not for any certain party, it is not directed to anyone or anything, it's just something I would love to hear just once. If you are still reading this, you can like, comment, agree, disagree, and if you want, steal it for your own blog.<br />lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-36388920976505292082012-04-07T21:25:00.002-05:002012-04-07T21:25:54.305-05:00OMGODZILLIA!Wow! The nice people of bloggerville has revamped the blog. They added FONTS!! Anyone who knows me, knows I love me some new fonts! I even rotate fonts on my phone. Now for some of you, this might not be newsworthy but it is to me. I thought the template was good but nothing compared to fonts. I might actually blog more with this new development. Right after I finish my nails which I started when I decided to check and see if my blog was even still around. Yes I am easily distracted at times and fonts will do it every time.<br />
<br />lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-46123950876787644162011-08-14T20:40:00.000-05:002011-08-14T20:40:20.461-05:00labels with friends.i learned how to do labels today. one of my best friends who i met on facebook taught me how to do this.<br />
this friend is the best in the world. she is the type that i can text in the middle of the night and doesn't get mad, she could be on a date and she still will stop and respond. we bonded over having ms together, our love of dogs, our love for our own "fur kids" as we call them, and it progressed to blogging, talking, and most of all each others sounding boards.<br />
she recently graduated from nursing school and passed the big test for the license. now she is going back to school to further her education and i couldn't be more proud or happier for her. she is an amazing lady, friend and nurse.<br />
recently she asked if i would co-author with her on a blog. i said sure even though i have trouble keeping up on my own at times. she does get on me about that too. i said that i had no clue how she did those labels she does on her blog and she told me it was easy. type in the name of what you want to label at the bottom where it says labels. duh! i always saw it there but never knew that is what it was for. now i can label my little heart out.<br />
hope you followers and bloggers enjoy this. .lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-51867931243088756422011-08-14T19:57:00.000-05:002011-08-14T19:57:53.396-05:00weddings bring out the best in my family.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i come from a family of women on my dad's side of the family. we are all strong and highly opinionated. i guess a little background is in order here so you can understand the players and follow the drama that surrounds my family. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">on my dad's side, he has or had i guess is the correct term since he has passed away, a sister. his sister has 2 girls. my cousins are 15 and 10 years old than me. for the sake of privacy we can use the first letter of their names. my dad and his sister also have 2 younger cousins compliments of their father's younger brother. the younger one, m got, turned 59 in july. the older one, well i am not sure since i have not seen her since 1995-96??? maybe???</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my older cousins, j and a (compliments of dad's sis) grew up and got married. j in 1980 and has 2 kids of her own. one is sort of my baby. l (first letters only, remember) is 15 years younger than me and in october will be getting married this october. my other cousin a, adopted a baby girl who is now 16 years old. cousin m, got married 11 years ago and got an instant family of 3 girls with her new husband. 2 of them were already college bond and the youngest was in high school. their mother had passed away some years before from ms. like all women who married a window with kids, the deceased spouse's things were still around the house. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so you bloggers still there? bored yet? if not keep reading, if you are, keep reading because it gets better now that you have an idea of the players.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">let's start with wedding number one. my cousin j's. she got married in 1980 and since she was the first in the family a big to-do was made. i think i was 9 at the time. well tempers went flying before the guest list was made. it started with her parents who were divorced. to this day they can't be in the same room together with out trying to kill each other. my aunt can hold a grudge forever!!! the fight was about who was paying, who was giving it, who's name was going to be on the invitation, why was the stepmother on it, why isn't the step father on it, and how in the hell did my grandparents get mixed up in this? to this day i am not sure how they got into this but they did and it sent my grandmother to the hospital. granted it was a short stay and more to bring everyone together but there really was nothing wrong with her. so days until the wedding and nothing has been resloved except that my family was invited, my grandparents, a couple thousand of their closest friends and their maid??!! don't ask. the only 2 who were not coming were the mother of the bride and her husband. at the 11th hour, they came to some kind of truce and showed up. 20 some odd years later, j was asking for a divorce and 2 days before it was to be signed, the future x died from a massive heart attack. thus making her a window who was already dating someone else and causing the future bride, aka her daughter un-resloved issues of her own. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in 1986 cousin a gets married. this time instead of some big affair she got the small and not so silent wedding. it was small since my sister and i were not invited. ok it was a dig, sue me. you would do the same thing. silent, hell no! round 2 coming up this time minus grandpa. the man was smart to get out while the getting was good. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">parents of the bride fought, threaten, and who knows what else. this was also a marriage not made in heaven. the bride and her husband fought too. a wanted a baby very badly and tired for many years. after many years of fighting over not being able to have kids, her inlaws dying and her husband tried to end the marriage. in a's case that was not happening, so she adopted a baby much to her husband's dismay. the little girl was born and adopted into more problems than she could need and 16 yrs after the adoption, living with 2 people who did try and kill each other on a daily basis, watching their long and drawn out divorce, will become the master manipulator like her darling adoptive father who did not want her but puts up a wonderful custody battle for her. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fast forward to my sister's wedding. cousin j was in the middle of a messy divorce, my dad was slowing dying, my grandmother had been in and out of the hospital and any little stress would put her over the edge, my aunt well, i am sure she did something to tick my sister off, my sister and i fought at the end of her wedding (that is all i can say on that. sorry!), </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">and cousin a was having issues because she was 40 something, divorced and not allowed a date for the wedding and said no date, not coming. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well this didn't sit well with my grandmother who was already upset over j's divorce, my sister was getting married before me ( personally i was pretty cool with it. better her than me.) i had no date for the wedding (again was not upset over that either. like i want to babysit all night??) and a and her daughter were not coming unless she had a date. oh and let me say grandma would never have known any of this if a didn't go and tattle on us like a baby. so grandma appeals to my sister and asked her to let a bring a date. turns out grandma got a's x-husband to escort her. so now she has a date. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">next one, me. i fought with my mom over the location, fought over the fact that a priest was involved (hub is catholic, you had to know that was coming.), fought over the fact the church was first for the goys and opted for a 2nd one for the jews in the joint, fought over who was walking me down the aisle, fought over the guest list, and the best fight of all, the seating chart. i have 2 other cousins that my aunt does not speak with. no, don't worry we are not going there because that is a longer story. anyway, when seating time came my mom wanted to put the 2 other ones at another table, which would have totally unbalanced my O.C.D as we know it. in my mom's eyes she thought that if she put them somewhere else then no one would fight. personally at this point i was thinking that if they fought it would give the goys some much needed entertainment. so i made her sit them at the table. granted it was a tense evening but somehow they all got through it. i on the other hand, used a lot of champagne.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">cousin m and her husband recently walked the youngest down the aisle. their youngest was a little bitch about the wedding. all m asked for was to be at the dress finding. not to much to ask for, right? well the little darling said ok and soon wedding preps were started. the night of the wedding looked like a fairy tale come true. however behind the scenes was a whole different story. the bride did not want m, her step mother, the woman who raised her, did her laundry, cared for her, in the wedding pictures. at least not in the family pictures. at the time our side of the family had no idea what was happening. everything looked great, food was wonderful, wedding cake was to die for, people were having a great time. except for m whose only happy memory of the wedding was when we were with her. when we were not with her, m would pop into the ladies room and cry, when she wasn't yelling at her husband for the way she was being treated. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">now we come to the next one in line for wedded bliss. the baby, l, is getting married. like all wedding that have come before her, this one is no exception to drama. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the bridezilla has decided to have a destination wedding in a winery in the sanoma valley in california. she has decided only certain people are allowed to walk down the aisle, only certain people are allowed to be there and by certain people, i mean her mother's boyfriend (father died in 2005). her mother and her boyfriend have been together for 6 years or so and have never gotten along. why? beats me. bridezilla has issues. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">anyway the drama started with him not being invited, not being allowed near the state of california, not sharing the details of the wedding with her mother and the grandmother of the bride having issues of who she is walking down the aisle with. that conversation started at her bridal shower to which everyone ended up getting into the drama. what can i say, my family can't help but butt in at times. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">needless to say it was an interesting bridal shower. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the show "bridezaillas" has nothing on my family. </span><br />
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</span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-46100026122554276682011-07-10T20:24:00.000-05:002011-07-10T20:24:25.953-05:003 year olds. what the hell do you do with them??<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">most of you know i have a nephew who i hope one day will read this blog and realize that life can suck and it can be great. well right now life is sure sucking for him. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the little guy turned 3 this year and it seems like he skipped the terrible 2's and made it the terrible 3's!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my poor sister has no clue what to do anymore. he doesn't want to listen to her or my brother in law, temper tantrums are an everyday thing, he does not want to eat at meal time, he doesn't want his mother to eat either, he thinks the dog is a horse and wants to ride her, he chases the dog around and it's killing the poor pup who just wants to relax. taking him out in public is slowly becoming harder to do. my sister has finally mastered the word "no" and "time out" but this little guy has his own plans here. i am suppose to babysit the little guy over labor day weekend. well, not the whole weekend thank goodness. let's face it, if i had him for the whole weekend i think his sippy cup would not be filled with milk but with some good old fashion wine! don't worry, i would give him the kosher stuff so not to tamper with the upbringing. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i am not sure if i can deal with a meltdown. i have a 36 year old who has them daily and that's more than i can deal with. so how do i handle a 3 year old? i do know that i am not a pushover and i won't give in to his demands. he maybe good about getting what he wants but he will be up against the master here. i don't want to be the bad aunt either, i am bucking for the favorite aunt role here! so what do i do?? let him cry? give it? buy him something? take him to the nearest bar and have a drink? help!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">this is why i have lucky. somedays she is easier to raise. </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-32670927454680962132011-07-10T20:10:00.000-05:002011-07-10T20:10:14.042-05:00men and birthdays<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">what is it with men and birthdays? i understand everyone hates to get older. hell, i freaked out at 30! granted every year after that kind of sucked but at some point even i got over it. when i turned 40 i was shouting it from the rooftops. i loved it and will forever celebrate the 40th over and over again until i turn 50. then it will be a major party in my book!!! let's face it, it is a key birthday that deserves the highest of honors and prezzies!!! right? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ok where was i going with this? oh! my husband and his 36th birthday. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">yesterday was his birthday and he did not take it too well. every year we go through the same thing. he wants a fuss, he doesn't, he wants cards, he doesn't, he wants everyone to remember, he doesn't. this all started when he turned 30. now granted i understand part of it but he takes this one step further. he goes for the full depression. i am still not sure after all these years why but i try not to let his mood damped the day. it is the one day of the year that i do grant his "all about me" mode so i do what i can to help make it better for him. in his mind he is not young anymore, the body is changing, he isn't where he thought he would be in life at this age (like who really is?), he can't do the same things he could 10 years ago (seriously who would want to?) and the fact he is now one step closer to 40. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">the day before did not help his mood either. ace is a cancer in the zodiac world to my scorpio so you can see where this gets tricky. anyway the day before he had a little altercation at work and he let it bother him to the point that it became better than it needed to be. true cancer if you ask me. i'll give you the cliff note version: 2 techs, 1 husband and a stupid joke that backfired. get the picture? thought so. remember when i say techs i am talking automotive so i am sure you understand. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">so he let it get bigger and i got pissed because, why let it ruin your weekend. i mean i know it wasn't going to ruin theirs and i sure as hell wasn't going to let it ruin mine. so i tried to explain this to him and in the end i told him to fuck off. wrong words to say to someone when they are already pissed but oh well. we fought as normal and finally i was able to tell him that what he is doing is giving them the satifaction of being upset and that this was not worth it. karma comes home and to just let it be. he actually listened to me and dropped the subject. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">funny thing, the next the he got his bday wish, karma came home and one tech got it in the end. </span><br />
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</span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-90024301371959382462011-05-16T20:59:00.000-05:002011-05-16T20:59:17.477-05:00the week from hell and hell only...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">as in the last blog i was stuck with a sick husband who, yes, got me sick. it only took him 12 hours for this to happen. a new worlds record for him since he normally takes his sweet ass time for ANYTHING. which reminds me, he went into the bedroom because he has a headache and he normally does not do that one. hang on folks, i need to check if he is dead or not. brb. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i'm back and no he is not dead. however he is asleep and breathing which means he will be awake very early and will wake me up. G-D DAMN IT!!!!!!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this is part of my week from hell. after he got me sick, my beloved laptop got sick too. i have no idea what happen, how it happen or if i did it. all i know is that i could not connect to the internet no matter what i did. at that time i was still using dial up and was pretty pissed with AOL. they told me it was a modem problem and to call dell. dell said it was not a modem problem and call AOL. aol said it was their fault and service would be back in 24 hrs. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">let me tell you, having all this happen on a saturday of all days especially when i am already sick with a cold and can't breathe to save my life is not good. all i could think of was trying to get through the next 24 hrs and i would have some kind of service. also all i could think of was new ways to kill my husband for getting me sick. not to mention the jackass was going around saying, "but i feel better!!" sure you feel better you asshole, you gave me your sicko germs!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">yes catching his cold is still a sore point with me and always will be. it now goes on the list of things he will never be forgiven for. especially since at this point i had a week to get well because i had my cousin's wedding the following weekend. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well after 24 hrs i tried to log on again. and again no luck. both dell and AOL swearing up and down it was the other's fault. i screamed at dell that their warranty i purchased during the "great laptop crash of 2011" sucked, i screamed at aol that they were nothing but garbage and i screamed at my husband because he was there and i can. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">come monday morning i decided that was it i was biting the bullet and getting someone to install some kind of internet. a little google and i found someone. funny thing it was the same company my old neighbors across the street were using until they forgot to pay the bill and got cut off. i used to scam off their router many times. so i knew this company could hook me up. hook me up they did with a sweet deal. since i had no loyality to my phone service i dumped them on the spot and bundled up with some high speed internet for the same price as i was paying for a phone. i figured if i am dumping them, f**k if i am paying them this month for next month. time was arranged and we were in business. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i wish i could say the rest of the week followed as well but we are talking about me here and that never would happen. maybe in a fairy tale. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">at this point i was still on my quest to breathe. not to mention my quest in returning a pair of shoes for something i liked better. well since breathing came first, i hit walgreens. almost literally since i sneezed as i was pulling into a parking spot. trust me, they would have and always deserve it. so i make my way to the cold section only to find out that sudefed is now kept under lock and key. really??!! are you serious?!! yes! i go up to the counter (after waiting 15 minutes in line) and i ask for a box. i figured she would hand it over, i pay and that would be it. no. i have to show my id. why? well it seems that sudefed is the main ingredient in crystal meth. who knew? the girl tells me i have to sign something saying that this is being used for the intended purpose and will not hold walgreens responsible in any way. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">seriously? do i look like i was in any condition to make crystal meth? all i wanted was to breathe again. and let's be honest here, cooking crystal meth falls into any kind of cooking in my book and cooking anything is never on my list of things to do. EVER!! so i think we were all pretty safe on that one. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">anyway at this point the stress was building in the house. i was sick, i have no internet, my computer was not working, my husband was driving me nuts and now he is stressing because i am sick and have no computer and i am rushing around making sure everything is getting done to attend my cousin's wedding in now 5 days. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">things were going ok until we hit wednesday when my husband had to get his haircut and mow his parents lawn. (lawn is another story here for a later date)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this was scheduled to happen after work but when daddy calls he runs. mostly because he wanted to discuss our upcoming vacation with them. so after a little juggling he goes at noon for a haircut, i go and pick up the wedding gift, a card, some nail polish for my toes and off the the rents. all that got discussed was mowing the lawn. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">oh well maybe next time. right now my goal is to get home, give myself a pedi and dye my hair. i get that all done and fall into an exhausted and not restful sleep. the husband is on a toss and turn binge and can't sleep so i suffer for it. this had been going on for over a week and was not fun. i am not nice when i do not get my sleep. so come thursday i am not good. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">oh i am getting a little a head of myself here. since i could not get my laptop to work and i had scheduled the internet guy for thursday, i needed a back up plan. so i did what anyone else would do in a hurry, i bought a new laptop. well, it was more like a mini notebook with windows 7 starter that did nothing for me and since i could not make lucky my background pic i was really pissed. plus i paid for over night shipping to make sure it was there before thursday. needless to say when i opened the box i was not happy. not to mention the damn thing was so small i could not read a fucking thing. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so let's add that to my stress level, shall we? i was scheduled for the last appointment of the day so at 2pm i get this call saying he was on the way. what?!?!?! no that wasn't going to work. i, like a dumbass who has been on sudefed way too long, told my husband about this. his solution, well let's leave work. ahhh no we are not leaving. this was not was promised to me. after a lot of fast talking, i got the guy to show at 4:15. so he drills holes into my house and we try to hook my laptop up. no dice. meanwhile, i have a husband who wants dinner, a dog who wants dinner and to say hello to her new friend and a laptop that i am told has no dirvers which is why it will not connect. that was good news since now i knew why it crapped in the first place. so we use the small stupid not staying with me for long notebook and presto i have internet for the first time. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this should have been a happy moment but no. i have to run back to walgreens when this was done to pick up hubby's other meds because he is getting sick again. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">granted i did not want to go but seeing an hour of peace and quite was worth it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i go, come home and of course we fight. seriously about nothing really. just a weeks worth of stress came bubbling up and out. to keep from really killing him this time, i opted out of fighting and just sat by myself until bed time. now you would think 2 people who were exhausted and under some knock out drugs would sleep, right? nope. toss, turn, bounce and have some kind of nightmare was on his agenda. no sleep for you!!!!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so i am one hell of a crab on friday plus i still have things to do before the day is out. like double check with the internet company about the following thursday's phone installation, mani, bank, cancel aol and tell them what a piece of shit they are and grocery shop. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i made the decision that i would not worry about my laptop until after the wedding. so friday night i did nothing. it was good. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">we went to alissa's wedding and it was beautiful. my killer looking shoes did not kill me!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">sunday i got dell to wipe my laptop and i am now in working order again then i fought with dell to return the other one, i won and life as i know it is getting back to some kind of peaceful moments. well until my husband wakes up at midnight and realized he can't go back to sleep. that might turn into the "i killed him, finally" blog. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the best news i did get was that one of my best friends graduated nursing school and is now an official RN!! way to go!!!! she worked long and hard for it and i couldn't be happier or any prouder!!!!! she is going to make an amazing nurse and probably change her number after me texting her so many medical questions. LOL</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">until next time....</span><br />
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</span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-41940475312943698202011-05-05T20:56:00.001-05:002011-05-05T20:56:49.826-05:00babies... and i do not mean the cute and cuddly kind.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well it's thursday night and for the last few hours i have been listening to a baby. i wish i could say it was the cute and cuddly kind but it's not. i am listening to a 35 1/2 year old grown man kevetch. for all you goys out there, that means bitch. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i know from experience that when men are sick they are complete and utter babies. I did have a father and 2 grandfathers so i have witnessed this. my husband is no different and he takes this to a whole new level. he wants someone to make it all better, he wants to bitch about what ails him, he wants sympathy and he wants someone to wait on him hand and foot. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">now if this was the 1950's and stepford wives still were in style, sure i would do it in a heartbeat. this is the 21st century. 2011 for pete's sake!!!! i do not do this. waiting on him hand and foot was never programed into my dna. my mother never waited on my dad like that. where this sick person gets this idea is beyond me. wait.. i take that back, i do know where he gets this idea, from his mother who is the product of the 1950's and still waits on her husband. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">let me do a little back track here for all you readers. i am jewish. i grew up in a whole different world. the women in my family did not wait on anything, unless it was a sale at marshall field's. some of us cooked, some of us didn't (guess which i fall into), some worked, managed the kids and the house at the same time and when we got sick, we got up and did the same thing we did the day before. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ok i maybe getting a little off subject here so i will try to stay on track. where was i going with this story? oh yeah, my husband is sick. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">why do all men turn into children when they are sick? i don't understand. i am not trying to be mean but you have to admit it is true. it's not like they have never been sick before like a newborn or a 2 year old who has not experienced being sick. real babies i can understand, they can't talk and tell you what is going on. this one can't shut up about it. he is "congested, chest hurts, head hurts, throat hurts, maybe it's allergies, maybe it's a bad cold, is it hot in here, is it cold in here, am i cold, am i hot, i can't breath out of my nose, i can only breath from one side, why am i suddenly congested again, when will this go away, when will i feel better......" these are the complaints i have heard since we got home. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i normally can handle sick people. i too have been one but i can' deal with this. to go along with the lithenary list of complaints i get the noises. the hacking, gagging, the drama breath, the drama cough... the drama of someone who THINKS they are dying but much to my dismay not dying. yes i am being harsh, again, but if you were sitting here you would do the same thing and you all know it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">this is unreal. when i finally had enough and needed an idea what to do, i texted on of my best friends for advise. she is a nurse, or should i say will be a full fledged nurse with in the next few days. she graduates from school. i told her what was happening and she had said it sounded like bronchitis. the husband does suffer from it. she thought it would be best to see the doctor and lay off the smoking in the meantime. no smoking comments, please. i asked ace if he wanted me to call the doctor and he said yes and to make an appointment for next week. next week? are you freaking serious??? i am not going to wait until next week and spend the weekend listening to all of this. 4 hours is enough! so i said if you are that sick, we are going to the doctor. so i called half expecting the emergency service, however luck was on my side and they have an opening for tomorrow afternoon. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">much to my surprise he agreed to go. i am seriously thinking of making this a 2 for 1 deal because i am afraid that i too will catch what ever he has. of course will i get any sympathy? ahhhh nooooo!!! instead it will be a pissing match of who is sicker. if that happens. pray for me folks that this ends and soon. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">tune in tomorrow to see if the doc agrees with the nurse, who in my book is always right!</span><br />
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</span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-3774208305320782332011-04-30T23:52:00.000-05:002011-04-30T23:52:22.040-05:00long time no see...... part 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">since i haven't post in such a long time, i need to catch you all up on what's been going on. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">let's start with my favorite subject, my lucky puppy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">lucky has been going well. she is healthy and happy. this past january she turned 9 years old. she had a little birthday party that left her in some kind of coma or from our stand point, hangover land. her best bud's helped celebrate and from what i could read on her fb wall it was a smash. yes i looked. don't judge either because you know you would look too. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">she got some nice gifts from her auntie shawnda too. now we have another ball in the house that if we touch you need to take cover. she will jump on you and fight for it. it seems anything auntie shawnda gives her is not touchable by anyone else. it makes her happy so that makes me happy too. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">as each day goes by, i do worry about my baby. her face it getting whiter, her eyelashes are grayer, some days she moves slowly, some very fast. i have also noticed that she may be getting a little arthritis in her back legs. when she goes to jump up on the bed, her couch or chair she may miss it. i understand that this does happen to dogs her age but it's hard for me to watch. we have this big deck in the yard that she leaps off of. she has no problems doing that but when it's time to come back in, she sometimes misses a step. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">it scares me when this happens. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">lately i have noticed my baby has gotten a little lumpier too. i know they are just fatty deposits and they come and go but i worry about them turning into something more. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ace has noticed them too and like me, not sure if we should have them removed or not. we know that they don't hurt her. i hate the idea of putting her through something she doesn't have to. i would do anything for her but am i being selfish not doing anything or doing something because i want her to be around forever?</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i have also noticed some days she sleeps more. that scares me too. she has always been highly active and some days not so much. people tell me this is normal but when you are a dog mom, you can't help but worry. she has someone home with her during the day but since this person decided to have some kind of life (another story and maybe next blog) i don't feel like she is getting the care she needs. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">lucky has the smallest bladder on earth. lucky if you ever read this, i am sorry but you do. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">she does have a problem and will let that bladder loose, mostly on my back rug. just recently she was on a snow eating marathon since we got 24 inches dumped on us this winter. to make matters worse, since it's been raining for 40 days and nights she has been licking everything in site so that bladder fills as fast as she let's it loose. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">her new thing is to hold her bowels until she has no choice to let it go too. funny thing that is on the beige part of the carpet. some days i think she does it out of spite others for the lack of day time care. is this normal? does other dogs do this or do i just have the strangest one in the world??</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-59841931735246554312011-04-30T21:45:00.001-05:002011-04-30T21:45:26.391-05:00long time no see......<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ok friends, i am back. long time no blog i know. i hope you can forgive me for being very laxed in this area of life but i have reasons for not being on here for a LONG LONG TIME. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">part of the problem was what i like to call the great laptop crash of 2011. one saturday night ace was doing his normal let's annoy me thing. as some of you know it is a weekend ritual. i like peace and quiet and he is loud and a pain in my ass. don't get me wrong, i do love the man but sometimes i feel like i am taking care of a 35 year old child. anyway he came downstairs after watching some war movie on tv. now for him watching a war movie is never good, he gets way too caught up in it. why? beats me. i don't ask and to be honest, don't give a crap either. so he comes down and starts playing tug of war with lucky who is sitting next to me and the laptop. i said a dozen times not to play near me and the laptop. i asked, i pleaded, i even threatened his life and i was still ignored. well one thing led to another and between both of them they knocked the power cord out of the wall. you can guess what happened. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i should have rebooted the damn thing and closed it out like a normal person. however, i didn't. instead i screamed at ace and world war 2011 broke out. we tossed out lots of verbal abuse, i tossed anything i could find at his head and well the fight soon ended with me sending him to another part of the house. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the next day he knew i was mad but wasn't sure why so he treaded very carefully around me. i never went near the laptop all day because i knew deep in my gut there was a problem. finally ace asked me if i could check something on line and i said sure not a problem. at that point he knew something was up but still did not say anything. i, on the other had, with the fake smile started to power up the laptop. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i powered it on and proceeded to wait for the opening screen.... 2 minutes... 5 minutes... 8 minutes.... 10 minutes.... finally i get my opening screen. now for someone of you friends reading this, you know where this is going. yes houston we have a problem. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ace looks at me, then the screen, the back at me looking like he is not sure if he should talk to me or not. i will give him credit, he kept his trap shut and asked no questions. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">with that i shut it down. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the next day i spoke with some tech geeks i know. i told them what happen and all said, i was in big trouble. i was given tips how to fix this but let's face it i am no tech geek and needed a quick fix. after trying their ideas i gave up and called the nice people at dell. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">dell was great. they discovered my laptop was virused out (if that is a real term) and the only solution was to wipe it clean. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">had i known that, i would have written down my bookmarks and passwords. but a lass, i had no time nor the dinero for this either. i had to make a choice and fast so i agreed to a wipe out. i lost all my pictures of lucky, my family, my nephew, bookmarks and passwords. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i did manage to burn most of the pictures to a disk a few weeks before this, so all was not totally gone but it was heartbreaking. so was the $250 i had to shell out (could not really afford). i made not have made bill gates richer but i sure made dell happy that night. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so in the end, i got my laptop back but lost my blogging password and of course my blog for a while. ok a long while. shout out to one of my best friends on earth and the best blogger i know, dingo, savannah and lily bean's mommy!!! with out her, i am not sure i would have ever found my blog!!!!!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">now when i am asked my ace to look something up, i can say, "i can't. the site was lost in the laptop crash of 2011." funny thing he is still not sure how it happen but knows it is all his fault. i take comfort in that! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">until next time......</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-61107526406245014802010-09-19T17:28:00.000-05:002010-09-19T17:28:59.052-05:00it's all about her part one million<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">again i have to say i hate devoting a blog to someone whom i can not stand but it's my blog and if writing about what bitch this woman is going to make me feel better, then so be it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i am also doing this because this woman is a snoopy little bitch and i know she will pop in here sooner or later. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">as i said, i met this woman on another website and let's face it we all know which one i am talking about here. the ''witch bitch" as i call her or wb for short, has become highly jealous of the things i do or even someone else. if someone else is getting more attention than she, g_d help us all. now if you go back to january 2010 and read the "all about her" blog, or whatever i called it, you can get some back ground on this woman. however, i have to admit, i sugar coated it to be nice at the time. well nice time is over, so let's get to the nitty gritty here. she is older than me. WAY OLDER!! she has been divorced many times, her boyfriend left her, he used her for money she thought she was getting, she lies about everything, she thinks facebook is real, she thinks that everyone loves her (NOT!!!), </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">she has experienced everything in life (she never leaves her house so how can that be?), she has every single diesase known to man ( can we say hypo here?), she makes friends with others on fb whom she doesn't even know or have talked to but since they commented on my wall she feels compelled to friend then and then talk shit about my to them in her "little friend thread in box", i know this for a fact because one sent ME THE FREAKING COPY!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">am i being a bitch here? YES!!! am i being as petty? YES!!!! there is only so much bullshit i will take until i blow, and yup i reached it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">it started out with someone else who was in a car accident. this person was not hurt but their car was a bit damaged. so i commented on it and offered words of advise since i am in the car business and this person's car is one of the models we service. so it only seemed right. not even 24hrs later wb was also in an accident. of course it was not her fault even though she slammed into the back of the car. according to her this person was parked. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">anyway for the last few days all i have seen is post of car being totaled, i know where that woman lives, i am going to get her, i was hurt so bad, my airbags went off etc etc etc. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">fine whatever!!!! did i comment or ask how she was? no. why bother because that would feed the fire. well i guess she must have noticed my absence because she felt the need to comment on something of mine and of course insert her 2 cents. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">which btw, bitch, you might want to hang on to the 2 cents you own since you will need it for when THAT WOMAN YOU HIT SUES THE PANTS OFF YOU!!!!! SHE WILL BECAUSE YOU HIT HER BY DRIVING TOO FAST AND NOT PAYING ATTENTION!!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">ok, sorry but i really needed to do that one. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">anyway, she commented and i said my response was directed at someone else not her. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">next thing i see is wb friends my friend. let's face some facts here, she has never talked to this person, she is not mutual friend with anyone else except me, so why send a request to someone whom you have nothing in common with?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">to piss me the f**k off!!! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">they say karma comes back at you, well by me blogging and her posting (something that never happen) it will come back WB, trust me it will come back. or did it hit you already? </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-48778851880961963852010-08-30T21:12:00.001-05:002010-08-30T21:12:14.888-05:00my mom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">about a month ago my mom asked for my help to paint her kitchen. this request came soon after i had just finished my living room. i said i would help. of course true to form, bribery was involved. let's face it, i am a lazy person these days and do not live up my free time with out something. so when mom asked i quickly demanded her famous homemade chocolate chip cookie. she not only said yes but threw in some bagels and lox. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">yes, i can be bribed and that was my price. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my mom does not ask for a lot in life. a card on her birthday and mother's day, daily emails, and a visit once a month. i know you are saying, " once a month? that's rude.".</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well since i do live 80 miles from her (one way peeps!) i do have to plan these things out and when you have ms and chrons, your life becomes one long thought out schedule.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i have to say my mom is good about it. she rather me be healthy than anything else. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my mom has always been great. sure we had our arguements over the years, but hey haven't we all? my mom is a tough cookie herself. she has been through a lot and never gives up. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">she took care of my dad when he was sick, she always made sure my sister had what we needed and never failed to say "i love you". i would love to say my parents were jerks, just to beef this up but i can't. i have/had a wonderful mom and dad. i am lucky. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so where was i going with this? oh yea, painting the kitchen. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well we finally picked a day to paint. mom had done most of the work and i just had the ceiling to do. now normally this would be an easy thing but since the kitchen table and everything else was still in the room, it was not an easy thing. plus the ceiling fan was still up. as i am trying to paint, i am getting paint every where. as i am painting, i am picturing a million different versions about to happen when my mom came home. she was working at the time. i had paint on the floor, the cabniets, the fan blades and everything else. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i am picturing her yelling at me for getting paint everywhere, missing places etc. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">funny thing, she walks in the door and tells me what a great job i have done. now personally, i am not thrilled with it but she it. that is one thing i did not get from my parents, OCD!!! i look at it and i cringe. when i hit the fan blades again, all my mom can say, "it's the top of the blade, who is going to see it?" now this statement is something we do share because i tried to use that same logic when we had to move everything out of the living room when we painted. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">when all was done i helped her clean up and then we sat and talked. i have to admit going home at times kind of creeps me out because i still expect after almost 6 years my dad to walk in to the room. a lot has changed in that house. now when you walk in, dad is not sitting at the kitchen table watching tv, the living room is neater since my junk is not there, my bedroom is now a den/computer room and when you walk in you are staring straight at my nephew's face. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">how long does it take before i can walk in to mom's and not miss my dad being there? how my mom does it, is amazing. i know at times she thinks she can still hear him shout something across the room, i do too when i am there. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my mom is not only brave but the best mom and grandma. my only wish is for my mom to stick around a long, long, long, long while. not for just me but for my nephew. i want her to be there for all the milestone's in his life like my grandparents were there for me and my sister. <3 mom!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now as i said, thumper lives upstairs. he was ace's best friend and when he lost his job and apartment, i said he could move in. so he did and found a job. he watches lucky so she is not alone all day. he used to be a raging boozer. then one day he found god and gave it all up. cold turkey. he became someone we don't even know. he thinks he knows everything and has this "holier than thou" attitude. he rarely talks to us, hangs out or has anything to do with us. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">which at this point is fine by me. so long as he takes care of lucky, keeps his mouth shut and gives me money, i don't care what he does. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now i don't like the idea of devoting a blog to him but what he did yesterday is worth it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">about 6 months ago he had come home and i was on facebook, of course, and i was sharing something funny with ace. i started telling him about it and thumper looks at me and says </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">" you know these people are not real. this is all a scam. it's just stupid. why do you waste your time with people you don't know?" </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">well, you know me, i saw red and had to let him have it. i said to him, " some of these people i do know, they are family, friends i have had for years, friends i lost touch with, and people i share something in common with. some i have met because of diseases we share and can help each other. you on the other hand asshole, hang out with a couple who are in their 70's. so before you open your mouth, look at your own pathic life." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">well with that he said nothing and went to his room. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">to get him to help he needed something from me. he wanted to use my laptop to check his email since the library's computers were full. i said ok since it was just his email. or so i thought. i turned around and saw he was logging into facebook!!!! for a second i thought it was MY page he was trying to log into. he asked me why it wasn't working and i looked and saw his email there. so in a very surprised voice i asked, " you have a facebook page??!?!?!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">he said yes. so i loaded his page and i could not help but asked why. he said he wanted to keep in touch with some girl he met in mexico and when he asked her how he could she said facebook! of course!! silly me!!! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now i wasn't as mad as i was surprised since this was the ass who gave me shit about it but me being me i could not help myself and start giving him shit about it. smart ass he is he replied, " well i know these people and i talk to them and i have famous friends. very famous. but you would not know them since you do not know any of them." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">huh? are you kidding me? seriously? i could not believe it. ace then said "so you want to be our facebook friend?" to which thumper said, "no. why would i when i live here."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now trust me i would not add him, nor would ace, but that was rude to say and it was a joke. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">with that he signed off and went upstairs. later on i could not help it, i checked his page. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">famous friends, huh. my ass. mommy, daddy, sister, brother in law, chick from mexico, and some rock stars. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">yeah, that's famous friends alright. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">speaking of which i need to get back to my own page and talk with my friends who are famous for being awesome. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i would come up with some good excuse, but let's face it, i am lazy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the last two months have take their toll on me. where do i begin???</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i guess i can just start where i left off with the ceiling. we finally found a contractor who not only knows what he is doing but also had the personality of a dead fish. he was not a dog person, something i did not know at the time. anyhow's ace and i had our weeks vacation. the first 2 days were great. the 3rd... well... i was stir crazy and he was making me nuts. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we fought of course. i woke in a bad mood and he thought it was all about him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i seem to get that a lot in life. ace always thinks everything is all about him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">this mood was just because i am used to a routine and it was broken. when the routine breaks, i freak and have no clue what to do or how to handle it. after a while i calmed down and ace finally picked up the clue. so after that all was well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lucky on the other hand did not take it well that mommy and daddy were still home. i guess we broke her routine too and of course our "wonderful boarder" thumper, (he's another story that really does not need a blog mention. ) made sure not to be home or awake when we were around. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we spent the days hanging out doing nothing. ace did have his birthday that week and thought turning 35 that day was the end of the world. personally i think some drama king was going on here. i mean, it's 35, i turned 40. did you see me freak? nope! i loved it and yes, i plan on turning 40 again this year. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">well ace had his melt down which included some drunking texting. to our boss!!!! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">yup you read correctly. the text was nothing bad, mean, or actually stupid. all it read was " i am 35 today. we should sit down and talk when i get back from vacation." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now, i know i went a little overboard but really was that text needed? no. trust me when i say, our boss could care less. i do believe that all text messages should come with a warning before you hit the send button. "are you sure you want to send this text? seriously? think about that long and hard buddy before you push that send button."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">all the apps in the world now and no one has made it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">in the course of all this, we had to pack up the living room and move everything out. the contractor was coming! let me just say 2 people and a dog should not be confinded to one room. need i say more? lucky was having a tough time with this. she wanted to say hi to mr. dead fish and his helper and could not. she wanted to go to her window was could not. she wanted her life. i don't blame her either. i wanted mine back too. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so we spent 8 hrs in the kitchen that day. finally we were let out to roam our own house. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the next night dead fish came back to mud. this went on until thursday when he finally finished that part. by now i had realized that never once did he acknowledge lucky. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i think she noticed it too since every night since he layed down that tarp, she would pee on it. no joke. now we all know she has a weak bladder, but she never really does this at night. so you know she was pissed. it also did not help that it was light a 100 degrees out and i have no a/c in the living room. i have it in the bedroom but for some reason lucky does not like being in there if the door is closed. she likes to be able to come and go. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so that did not help matters. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i think she finally lost it on friday night. we all painted the living room. lucky had to hang out in her room with the door locked. i didn't want her to be able to jump over something and go from a black and white dog to a all white one or worse, lick paint. when we were done for the night, we let her out and gave her back her window. we hung out together for a while and then i told her goodnight. well i guess she was so pissed from being in her room that she peed on the tarp and pooped on it. she also dug out some of the stuffing of the tarp and put it on her poop to hide the evidence. well, lucky me ( no pun intended) i found it. your smart, you can figure out how. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now it's sunday night and we all have our rooms back. i will admit the result is great but no something i want to do again. lucky is still out of sorts. the past 2 weeks her life was interuppted. here is to hopping we can all get our normal every day lives back and i can have some much needed downtime. </span><br />
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since day one the money pit has been nothing but a thorn in my side. first it was the pump for the well. that was done within the first week we moved in. a year later was the plumbing, all of it was replaced after the main pipe burst. longer story there.<br />
next was the tree that nearly came down on the house when we had the mirco burst back in july of 2007. too bad the damn tree didn't fall on this place but then we would not be having this conversation.<br />
now it's 2010 and time for another disaster. we come home from work and had the surprise of our life. the living room ceiling came crashing down. how? we have no clue.<br />
what scared us the most was that where the ceiling came down was in the exact spot over the window where lucky sits and of course jumps out of. she normally spends most of her day in that spot. i screamed right away for lucky. we didn't see her and had no idea if she was hurt or what was going on. she came out from her room, still shaking but ok.<br />
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lots of plaster came down. we have no idea how. we do know there was high winds that day.<br />
we had lots of rain but there was never any sign of a water leak. so cause is still semi unknown.<br />
ace chalks it up to weather and a roof leak. i say it's a sign that this place needs to go.<br />
either way it's now on to step 2 and 3, insurance companies and contractors.<br />
the worst part has been the contractors. they all have been nice and helpful but their ideas of fixing and mine are light years apart. i am sure this will get fixed in the next few weeks, months, years, whatever. in the meantime, note to self: be present when you have the house inspected before you sign the final papers. otherwise you have a money pit and your inspector will be doing 2-5 for fraud. think he is up for parole now.lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-76267120736292774882010-06-05T20:18:00.000-05:002010-06-05T20:18:16.619-05:00the dog jumps over the moon. or she went awol<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxPucOp4-4rbK9s9zmG-HvpeV3zokZXzD26QVbTVLIGpdZWFeZWHA6mBP2OU6VMOhYrG_hHH-4cPAqjj1EKf9h7ZmXGca9O4afPaWX2zi17Nsjl-zLsclZEtwpLfqYZ-9_6jSofFwT0TD/s1600/pictures+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtxPucOp4-4rbK9s9zmG-HvpeV3zokZXzD26QVbTVLIGpdZWFeZWHA6mBP2OU6VMOhYrG_hHH-4cPAqjj1EKf9h7ZmXGca9O4afPaWX2zi17Nsjl-zLsclZEtwpLfqYZ-9_6jSofFwT0TD/s320/pictures+006.JPG" /></a></div>ok bloggers, you have heard all about my baby. lucky.<br />
did i mention she likes to jump out of windows? she does. i think i started blogging after the first time she did this. so let's go back to last summer and catch up, shall we?<br />
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one day last summer, we were on our way home from work when i got a phone call from the best neighbor, dog sitter, and friend. shawnda. she started to tell me a very unsettling story how she looked out her front door and saw lucky on her front lawn.<br />
now not having a clue how this is happening, she goes outside and calls lucky's name. sure enough it's her and she comes running to shawnda. now shawnda has no clue how she got out. she knows we were not home yet. she askes lucky what she is doing out. yeah i know like lucky is suddenly is going to talk. lucky looks at her, grabs something off her lawn and bolts. funny thing she bolts back to our house and is sitting on the deck. shawnda walks over and sees the window wide open and the screen popped out. well now she knows how lucky got out, still confused how a dog would open a window and dismantle a screen, but tells her she has to get back into the house the same way she got out.<br />
lucky jumps back into the house via the window.<br />
shawnda tells me all this. i am seriously freaking out while hearing this and urging my husband to drive a little faster. shawnda says not to worry she will stay at my house and keep and eye on lucky.<br />
we get home and realize how she did this. she stuck her nose under the window, which was open enough for some air, the she banged her nose against the screen until it bent enough so she could push it out. presto, dog escapes.<br />
we ask lucky to show us what she stole, turns out it was this big blue ball with a rope attached. how she got it in her mouth is still a mystery. above is the ball lucky stole.<br />
pretty damn big ball. well from then on said window was only open while we were home.<br />
so this now brings us to summer 2010. it was end of may, a saturday, summer day.<br />
well while i was in the shower and ace was upstairs in his den, lucky was left alone with an open window. i am sure you can guess what happen next, but indulge me here, won't you?<br />
i heard her bark and figured some pesky person who we did not know was at the door. it's normally the only time lucky barks. i didn't think anything about it. then i come out of the bathroom and ace comes down. i asked him who was at the door. he tells me he has no idea. we turn and look at the window and yes, sure enough the screen is waving in the breeze.<br />
the lucky puppy had escaped.<br />
we go start to look for her and screaming her name, when all of a sudden here comes that little furball walking out from shawnda's garage.<br />
lucky is now home safe and sound and we are currently looking into some kind of alarm system, brackets, and/or a gate for keep her from going awol.<br />
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a few weeks ago my sister asked me if i could babysit my nephew. my mom would be there too and all i really needed to do was entertain the little one until he was asleep then i could leave. i said yes and was looking forward to it. my mom would stay until my sister and brother in law got home. now for me, this is a schlep since i live 80 miles from downtown chicago. now she would have mom do it all but since she has a lot, and i mean a lot of stairs in her house and mom does not do stairs, i was it.<br />
when i got to my sister's house and she opened the door i was greeted with a smile and a very happy "aunt miss". my nephew knew who i was and said my name. ok it was close to it but let's face it my name is not easy to pronnouce when you are 2 yrs old. i should know since i could not do it at his age either. so we got upstairs and my nephew takes my hand to show me all his new toys, his buddy elmo and anything else he can think of.<br />
since it was dinner time we sat down while he ate his. he looked so cute sitting at the table in his booster seat feeding himself. i have to say at 2 years old, he does a good job with out spilling food all over the place. it was getting close to the time they needed to leave so my sister and i go upstairs to my nephew's wing of the house so i could see where everything needed for bedtime was. first it's the diapers. which ones for night time, then the pj's, the the stuffed animals or the posse as i call them. then finally the bedtime stories.<br />
next thing it is time to for the rents to go. note to parents, just tell your child you are leaving. let them know you love them but mommy and daddy need some "them" time and that you guys will be back. saves the person watching your child 30 minutes of the screaming that will follow.<br />
so after the screaming fest, going up and down 4 flights of stairs 4 times ( i did. not joke)<br />
i put on elmo and sesame street and he sat down with puppy and panda to watch. my nephew was calm. the rest of the time went well. we watched it together, we played a little more, then while he was watching tv and in a good mood, i was able to get a video of him talking, laughing and enjoying our time together.<br />
all too soon it was bedtime, 4 stories later, my little angel face was out like a light.<br />
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babysitting was fun. lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-4303664530734725102010-05-16T19:51:00.000-05:002010-05-16T19:51:06.046-05:00it's been a while.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i was looking through my blogs and realized it's been a while since i have written anything. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i started to wonder why and then it hit me. i had nothing to say, nothing good has been happening and that's about it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the last few months have been ok, not great but ok. in march my nephew turned 2, i found out work might be branching out and opening a 3rd store, my husband is still has not learned that i am not a maid, and the boarder who lives upstairs in my house is going to mexico for a week. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">exciting news huh? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i wish there was something good i could say here but i can't. i think this might be the entry that is nothing but mindless babble. so you have the choice, read or hit the little "x" in the upper right hand corner. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">every day i wake up and hope something good will come out of the day. i try to make the day good. i try to be nice to others, although i will admit that is a hard one at times. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i try and do my job as best i can, but let's face it, it's hard to be nice to a bunch of assholes who do not give a rat's ass about anything but themselves. i do my best to raise a good puppy but she is more interested in the world at times than me. i do what a good wife should, yet that one pretty much gets nothing in return. ok so i don't cook or actually do the laundry, but i do buy the freaking food and i do but the crap away. i also make sure everything is paid so no one has to ever worry. i clean this dump and make it look better than it actually is, of course that last 5 minutes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so i ask you, what the fuck is the point of this shit??? no matter how you look at it, life fucking sucks. maybe i am feeling sorry for myself and having a pitty party of my own. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">maybe i am entitled to it, maybe not. what pisses me off the most is that very few people ever noticed the good i do for them. not that i need praise every second, but a simple thank you does go a long way. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i did see something that made me laugh today. like the rest of the free world, i have a facebook and a twitter page. now there really is only a few people on there i actually would call a friend. some i have know since childhood, high school and college. some i became friends with because we share a disease and dogs (weird but it works for us) in common and there is one girl i met on there who has just been the sweetest (sorry k.k but you are!!!) and gets a shout out. she is the best. we share the same views on humans and life. those are the ones who are true buds to me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i mentioned in an earlier entry about a woman ( the all about her blog), who was sort of a friend. since the falling out, we talk and banter back and forth. that's it, nothing major.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">for the last few days, she and another girl who i was sort of friends with were tweeting back and forth how they were going to meet this weekend. what struck me as funny was they made it a point to tweet this every hour. i laughed every time i read it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">well they met this weekend, had a nice visit, and the girl was not gone maybe 10 minutes when she tweeted how much fun she had and how much she missed the other one already. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">this went back and forth for the next few hours. "i miss you. you're my bff." how old are you guys?? even writing this i can not help but laugh. i can't help but wonder who they were trying to impress or what were they trying to prove. these are the things make the social networking sites funny. some people in the "all about me" group that i deleted have tried to re-friend me. you would think that they would have gotten the hint the first time when i deleted them and keep ignoring their request. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the lady who fell down the stairs came into the dealership the other day. of course we all asked how she was and she was very pleased we all remembered her. personally, how could you not remember? someone falls down a flight of stairs, i would think you would remember that. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she is doing very well, her shoulder is broken but not a bad break. it is healing nicely and she is using a sling. this lady could not thank all of us enough for just staying with her and fixing her car. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i am glad she is doing ok and is on the mend. </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-61340066491006978892010-02-13T12:39:00.000-06:002010-02-13T12:39:55.878-06:00i'm the baby???<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">this is where life takes the strangest of turns. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the other day i had left a post on my cousin's facebook page, telling her to save the date. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she responded by asking me what was going on that day. i told her it was my nephew's (her cousin) 2nd birthday. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now once you start discussing the younger kids in our family, the conversation then tends to move to the time machine. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we started reminiscing about our birthdays when we were kids and all the fun things our grandparents would do for us. we had some great birthdays. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she mentioned that her daughter was coming in at the end of the week and that reminded me that her daughter's birthday was coming up. now i will admit, when it comes to my younger cousins, remembering what day they were born on sometimes escapes my memory. ok, it escapes it all the time. in a round about way i asked when her daughter's birthday was by saying, "she is going to be 15, right?". yeah it was a bit sneaky, but sneaky does run in the family. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she said yes that "j" would be 15 on the 21st of this month and that her nephew was turning 19 in the 24th. this was good to know since i would have missed "m's" birthday too. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i started thinking the same thing she was, when did these kids get to be this old?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">how is this possible? had i blinked and missed something? then i started thinking about my cousins on my mom's side. i realized that 1 was married now, 2 were in college and the 3rd was graduated, looking for a house and would probably be getting engaged soon. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">OMG I FEEL OLD!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i said this to my cousin and she said, "you feel old? please!! do you want to know what is scary here? i will be celebrating my 50th birthday in 3 months! you and your sister are babies!!" ok i can see where she is going with this. i am 40 and hardly a baby, but to her, my sister and i will always be her babies. just like the younger ones are babies to my sister and i. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i see the younger ones as kids clammering for our attention. i never stopped to think that my older cousins would feel the same way i do. on my dad's side i have 2 older cousins. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">jan is 54 and andi will be 50. on my mom's side i have 3 older cousins. debbie is already 50, karin will be 48 and marc is 44. i see them as i always have. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so when andi said my sister and i are babies, and i thought this whole thing through, i can now understand how she feels. you never stop to think how the other one feels until you get there yourself. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i guess to her, we are the babies.</span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-954555397893789122010-02-04T20:42:00.000-06:002010-02-04T20:42:16.646-06:00shout out to my friend<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">this one is for a good friend of mine. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i met her via of course another website and bonded over a game and funny thing, an illness. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i must have said something about having ms in a post or blogged it, because not to long after that she emailed me about having ms. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">my friend also has ms. we exchanged horror stories about how we found out and meds we take and our lives. she is the sweetest girl you could ever meet. like any girl, she has her bitch switch (why i do adore her!!) but for her friends, she is the best. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i admire her very much. she is on her own, putting herself through nursing school, works full time and saves every stray and abused dog. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">dogs are another bonding moment for us. we both love our "furkids" and do anything for them. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">recently i asked her how to change something on the blog. she was nice enough to sit down and help me figure out how to do it. she could have ignored the request, could ha</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">ve </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> emailed directions, but she didn't. she found websites for me to let me know how to change my blog.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">just now as i went to finish this post, i saw she and the furkids had left a comment on lucky's birthday post. it made my night. i am very lucky to have such wonderful friends. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so sweetie, when you read this, thank you for being a great friend!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-91994232955673618522010-01-31T16:05:00.000-06:002010-01-31T16:05:15.717-06:00the baby is now 8!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7UT708NHOJN5R2Yh7WxtEJFvzn9irsT-2wrKtdab8e6urB2E3cR_Q5Q6MVl7_k1erYwBW1v3n0-D0pwpf1hsKYA0C_eE68YXVaVQP885LDrovwJpQMWGzfSWxcbhymFf5y1rW82z5_pY/s1600-h/lucky+blk+wh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf7UT708NHOJN5R2Yh7WxtEJFvzn9irsT-2wrKtdab8e6urB2E3cR_Q5Q6MVl7_k1erYwBW1v3n0-D0pwpf1hsKYA0C_eE68YXVaVQP885LDrovwJpQMWGzfSWxcbhymFf5y1rW82z5_pY/s320/lucky+blk+wh.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">on january 27th of this year, my little girl turned 8. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">it's hard to believe this adorable face turned 8 years old. like any parent, when your child gets older you look at them and think "when did this happen?".</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i look at lucky and think the same thing. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i remember the day lucky came home to us like it was yesterday. she was so tiny and scared. she had no idea what was happening and who were all these strange people. one moment she was living with the people who were taking care of her since she was born, and then she moves. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lucky has been the joy of our lives. sure she gets into trouble. yes she has eaten things that she shouldn't. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she has more toys, pillows and blankets than i do, but she deserves to be spoiled. she loves her mommy and daddy so much. she loves her snuggle time at night. i think that is her favorite part of the day. it's also mine. i love it when we get into bed and she snuggles next to me with the "puppy sigh" of content. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lucky also has her own facebook page. she has her friends dingo and savannah who when she sees their pictures, she licks my computer screen. on her page all her friends and family said happy birthday and they wrote it on mine too. she was pleased. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we celebrated with our normal routine of dinner, treats and a big game of tug of war. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">for a little girl, who weighs 40lbs soak and wet, she has the jaws of steel. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSWR0CzsPWi85f7Q18a4NzRWzcSExOhtSk6m1RLTMezE9qbhcZukvcw4O6VGcuLLAOFN9ffQBdahqTl96hyfV2BJX7uXi98U4cdnuKaSMKH3LdavvylhbUuVe_1Jx-pGFnqpSs7kMbl5Y/s1600-h/Image-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpSWR0CzsPWi85f7Q18a4NzRWzcSExOhtSk6m1RLTMezE9qbhcZukvcw4O6VGcuLLAOFN9ffQBdahqTl96hyfV2BJX7uXi98U4cdnuKaSMKH3LdavvylhbUuVe_1Jx-pGFnqpSs7kMbl5Y/s320/Image-4.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">lucky has been through a lot in the last few months with being sick. i am grateful she has come though with her spunky personality intact. she is a wonderful little pup and loved very much. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">snoozer after celebrating her birthday. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">here is to lucky's next 8 years!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-45253129203242082192010-01-30T17:29:00.000-06:002010-01-30T17:29:51.125-06:00i guess i did a good deed.<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">yesterday was a dramatic day at work. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we had only been open about a 1/2 hour when the drama happened. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i was at the copier (yes making copies at the copier) and talking with our receptionist jackie, when all of a sudden we heard this loud thump. jackie and i turned and we saw a lady falling down the stairs. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">we ran to catch her but she went down so fast there wasn't enough time. this poor lady had no idea what had just happened. she was so dazed and confused. jackie asked if she was ok and she said her knees hurt. i am looking at her and all i could think of was that she needs the paramedics. i said i was going to go call and the lady said no she was ok. she didn't look ok to me and i told her i was calling anyway. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">while we waited for the paramedics to arrive, i sat with her and kept her talking to me. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">let's face it, you go down the stairs head first a concussion has to be building somewhere. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">as we talked she mentioned that she needed to get home and take care of her mother. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i asked her about her mother and she told me that she was elderly and needed to be watched. i sensed that she didn't want to say anything more and it was a painful subject. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">then i asked her if there was someone we could call for her. she said she had a brother who was a police officer. so we called him. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">after she was done, i looked at her and started talking to her again. she was becoming pale and starting to shake. i asked if she ok and she said she was going to pass out. i held her hand and told her to just relax and take a deep breath. then she said her shoulder was starting to hurt. i asked if anything else hurt and she was not sure. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the paramedics arrived and asked the same questions. you could tell she was scared. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i said to her that everything would be ok, but she needed to go to the hospital and get checked. i asked if she wanted me to go with until her brother arrived. she smiled and said thank you but could i just keep an eye on her car. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">odd request, but i said yes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">the paramedics got her into a neck brace and strapped her to a back board. jackie had brought down her coat and purse and handed them to the paramedics. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she was grateful that she had her belongings and as they started to move her, she asked them to wait a second. she turned and looked at jackie and i and said thank you for calling the paramedics and for caring. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">later that afternoon i asked my manager if he heard how she was. as it turns out she did have a concussion and a broken shoulder. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">in a way had we not acted so fast, things could have been worse. i am grateful that it was only a broken shoulder, and not head trauma. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">so a good deed was done. </span>lucky onehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10448699782520347713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6826805806048564765.post-81592430233636006452010-01-03T17:53:00.000-06:002010-01-03T17:53:02.926-06:00omg, it's not all about you!!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">i have this friend, well not really a friend, just someone i met on another another website a year or so ago. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">she is a younger than me by 2 years, divorced and a bit weird. she is entertaining and we do have the most interesting conversations but there are days when after listening to her go on and on, i just want to scream, "HELLO, HELLO!!! THE WORLD DOES NOT REVOLVE AROUND YOU!!! LOOSE THE ME, ME, ME, FACTOR!!" every conversation goes straight back to her and what is going on. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">now mind you, everyone has to have a "me" moment. take ace for example, he has one every 10 seconds he is awake, but at some point you just got to knock it off. it is annoying. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">my distaste for her started a few months ago when we had a difference in opinions about the health of my puppy. now most of my fb friends and my bloggers who know about lucky knew what had happen with her meds. btw, if i did not thank you for your love and support, thank you so much!!!!!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">according to said friend, she knew it all because she worked in a vet's office, had 4 dogs of her own and knows everything. she had said it was the meds, lucky should be taking sudafed, her diet for this was all wrong, the same thing happen to her last week (mmm, last week? really? that was not even mentioned) and her vet said to do this and that etc. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">aside from the "i hate liars", i needed support and comfort here, not a lecture and surely not opinions. however, said friend would not shut the fuck up. now granted this was all via text message (note to self: self stop giving for cell number to every tom, dick and harry!!!)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">but i finally lost my temper, even via text this was not hard. i pretty much told her that even though i know she means well, this is my child, my only child, and i will do what i think is best for her. just like any mother would, right? yes. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">what is really ironic while i am having this text conversation with her, my husband is having the same one with a friend of his. of course his conversation was a bit more heated, if you can believe that one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">after that, i have not talked as much with her. normally i will not talk shit about my friends. i love my friends and am always willing to help them whenever i can. however, this friend refuses to return the sentiment. the emails i get are always about her x-boyfriend who moved and about their "life" together, how bad etc etc etc, and when she is not whinning about that then it's her x-husband and his new wife. when i emailed her about a bad day i was having at work the response was " bummer and did i tell you what my ex's new wife did last night?". i mean come on, like why would i care about that? more important why do you??? that was all i got, bummer. like that was to make me feel better? that makes up for the hours i talked to her on the phone, gave advise, took the time to email her support??? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">this is a woman who says she "cares" about people and her friends, yet never ever returns the sentiment. this is something that does not sit well with me. i am a firm believer in karma, do one to others and unless they piss you off first, do not attack. i am not perfect and perfection is not something i believe in, but it strikes me as ironic that when i am supportive of her and she is not to me, something "bad" always seems to happen to her. hello karma. </span><br />
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