Chip sporting a rather cute "hat".  This is actually a top to one of his newest treats that Daisy highly recommends.  I will write more about these yummy treats soon.


Who needs toes and fingers??

Who needs fingers and toes? Obviously I don’t. When I was young I was known to occasionally on a pretty regular basis get my fingers caught in something smash my fingers. Trust me it is not like I tried. It seemed that if there was a sliding glass door around, it had my name all over it. In fact both of my thumb nails actually have grooves and ridges in them because of getting caught on so many different occasions. Those are just the times in the sliding glass doors; I am not even going to mention the car doors.

I thought I had grown out of that stage. Apparently not. This week alone, OK, in the last few days I have managed to slam 3 of my fingers in either a door or a drawer. Amazingly I still have all 10 fingers…for now that is. My toes seem to be following the lead from my fingers for some reason. Anyone have any reason as to why they think this might be happening?

About 2 years ago, I took my Godson to Toys R Us and wouldn’t you know it my big toe got smashed in the sliding glass doors at that place. Lovely eh? At first I thought it was OK. It wasn’t bleeding, it was throbbing and screaming at me, but this was his first trip there and I wanted it to be special. So I was walking along and all of a sudden a pregnant lady has the most horrified look on her face and pointing at my foot. Ok…at this time, my entire foot was covered in blood, and I had a trail following me. Would you believe that no store employees or any other guests noticed this? Anyway, I calmed her down and told her I was fine and tried to make sure she was OK too. The last thing I wanted was for something to happen to her because of my toe nail. Anyway I couldn’t get it to stop bleeding and I had to go to urgent care. The nail had to eventually be removed and it took 4 months for it to completely grow back in and be A OK. Just to let everyone know, my nails have always been very thin. I was born without any nails... so I basically don’t have a fighting chance here.

This week I have run into so many things I have lost count. I have re injured the infamous big toe, and lost most of that nail, as it was just ripped off in what I got it stuck in. Oh wait I remember, I actually did something fun and went four wheeling and was lucky enough to lose that nail. Since then I have walked into things or whatever and for some reason hit it so hard that I managed to damage the nail to the point of it either ripping off or hanging on for dear life. Let’s see I have done that to about 3 other nails.

Granted this is NOT my foot, but you get the idea, right?  Oh wait.. there is only 1 toe bandaged, I would several more between both of my feet!
Again, not my hand but at this point most of my fingers would be bandaged. I just wanted to give you a visual.

 Ok.. this is my foot (after the first OMG toe injury at Toys R Us and before this week's tragedies)

I always enjoyed getting pedicures and at this point I am going to need acrylics put on if I am going to be able to get a pedicure anytime soon. At this rate if I keep this up, I won’t have any toe or finger nails. Hmm... did we decide if we really do need them or are they just a fashion accessory? 


A new person...

So I had decided to try (note the operative word) and let my hair grow out. Several years back my hair was down to the middle of my back, and before that it was to my behind! A few years ago I decided I needed a change and basically chopped it all off. I really liked it. I tend to get bored easily so I wanted a change. I thought I would try for an all one length bob. I soon realized I must have been NUTS. I mean what was I thinking I always have some sort of "fullness" in my hair and we all know that with one length fullness is not going to happen! It was nice for awhile, a different look, I could pull the sides up, put it all in a ponytail, and you get the idea. Well before you know it, I was ALWAYS putting it in a pony tail. BORING!! Then I remembered one of the main reasons I cut my really long hair was because it was so heavy it caused me to have headaches, and here with the pony tails it was happening again, not to mention the fact that I was sweating even more!! YUCK !

Today was the day...I cut it all off. OMG!! It was awesome. It was liberating! I never would have thought a haircut could do that. I felt transformed - like a new person!!

It must show all over- because in the short time that I was out after my haircut, I was complimented on my smile (I didn't think that had changed!) And on my top (which is really nothing special). Although he said the color was a good choice for me he was looking more at the girls now that I think about it. Ok so that one doesn’t count.

So here are some before and after shots….

What do you think?

Which one do you like better?

Here I am with longer hair.  This is not the longest I have had it but it is to the middle of my back in this picture.

 Here my hair is almost all one length bob.  It still has layers but at this point I was pretty much pulling it back because it was easier and I was so darn hot all the time.

 Here I am with my short hair.  Granted this is not a recent photo, but this is how I just had it cut again. 


KFC not a quick choice

I decided to pick up KFC yesterday for dinner. As I thought that if I went through the drive thru that would mean a quick meal and be on my way home to throw it together. I guess it wasn’t meant to be, that is a quick meal. I go through the drive thru and am told that the roasted chicken won’t be done for another 4 minutes, and asks if I want to wait. Yes I tell them and am asked to park up front and wait. I chuckle and ask them to try not to forget about me, as that had happened one other time before. The young lady in the drive thru assures me that she won’t let that happen.

After waiting 15 minutes I decide I should go inside and see what the status is. I go in and it takes quite a while for the cashier to acknowledge me. The drive thru girl comes over and apologizes and says it is all her fault. She tells me that when they told her it would only be 4 minutes until the roasted chicken would be ready what they didn’t tell her was that they were only doing legs and thighs. I ordered breasts of course (white meat!!). They said that they need another 5 minutes and it will be ready. I said are you sure? Please don’t tell me something just to calm down…tell me the truth. No no, only 5 more minutes. So I sat down at a table and waited…and waited…and waited…

As I am sitting waiting I am watching the cashier and how she is handling the customers. At first I wrote off what I was seeing. But it kept happening again and again. I realized that she was playing favorites. By that I mean…when she would wait on a white person, she always made them wait, she didn’t greet them and after making them wait again, she would finally get them their food. When a Spanish person would come in, she smiled, greeted them in Spanish, and always got them their food. They never ever had to wait. She would make the white people wait in order to make sure she would be able to give it to the Spanish people. I was in shock. I couldn’t believe I was seeing this. I kept thinking I was seeing things. I mean this stuff doesn’t go on anymore. Ok… In my mind it doesn’t, it sure the hell shouldn’t anyway.

After another 20 minutes of waiting I went back up to the counter and told them I wanted a FUCKING manager and I wanted my FUCKING money back, NOW! I mean this was ridiculous. All of a sudden the young drive thru girl came out with my bag of food and apologized. I told her I still needed a manager. She brought out, Marcella. I explained to Marcella, that normally if this had been the first time something had happened, I would have been upset, but I would not have asked for a manager. However, this is the 2nd time this has happened, and while waiting I witnessed something I was uncomfortable with. I told her what happened. I explained to her that there was a breakdown of communication between the team members. I also let her know that just because I am “white” doesn’t mean I don’t understand Spanish. I informed her that the cashier and the workers were speaking negatively in Spanish not only about me but about some of the other customers. I informed her I knew what they were saying and I didn’t appreciate it. I then went on to tell her who said what. I think she was a bit shocked to say the least. Then when I went on to tell her that the cashier was being biased when serving the customers, I could tell she wanted to question it. Before she had a chance there were 2 other customers there that overheard and agreed with me that what I was telling her was the truth.

I felt bad that I was complaining. I know sounds weird huh? I don’t like to do that, but in this case I really felt it was necessary to do it. Marcella then took my name and number and said that she would put my name on “the board” for a free meal. When she said my name would be on the board with the others. I asked others? She said yes. In my mind, all I could think of was, do I even want to know how many other people are on that board? Geesh!!!

Going through the drive-thru isn’t always the quickest way to pick up dinner. That is for damn sure!


Ain't it the truth? (borrowed)

A very good friend sent this to me and I just had to share it.  I thought I would spice it up and add my comments which are in red of course.

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately
clear your computer history if you die. (I thought this was a requirement of BFF's)

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you
realize you're wrong.  (Of course I don't know what that moment feels like!)

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I
was younger. (Was there ever a time I didn't want to nap? I must have been outta my mind!!)

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. ( I wondered why that wasn't invented)

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? (I ask  scream that on a regular basis)

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty
sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood. Or my driveway for that
matter. (I mean at least sometimes I know how to get outta my neighborhood, on the good days anyway)

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how
the person died. (I have said this for years, in fact I always add lib it when I read the obits, sick I know, but it makes it much more interesting!)

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired. (This is an understatement that you will never understand)

10. Bad decisions make good stories. (Have you read any of my blogs?)

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at
work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for
the rest of the day. Time for margaritas!! ( That is why I always made sure I had a fridge in my office)

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I
don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of word and it
asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I
swear I did not make any changes to. (It then causes me to then triple check my paper again, and again.... I am sure you get the idea here.. OCD anyone?)

14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this
- ever. (OK so that's what it means to men, but to me, it means either dry clean or get brave and try to hand wash it and pray to God I don't ruin my new favorite piece of clothing)

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello?
Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to
voicemail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run
away? (OMG!! How do you know what I do???that is freaking me out!!)

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not
seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste. (Hello...welcome to my world!)

17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know
not to answer when they call. (You mean everyone doesn't do this? So does that make it wrong?)

18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well. (Duh!! How am I suppose to sneak pick the right flavor of ice cream out!!)

19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or
Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay. (More kisses, more sex, more.... you get the drift, I am sure)

20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option. (I have even sent in a suggestion about this one...still waiting to hear back from them)

21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger
and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first
saw it. (Hell, sometimes I'll watch a movie a month ago and watch it again and still get that same feeling)

22. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand
than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in. (Ok.. now I am pretty sure someone has been watching me)

23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying
to finish a text. (No way!! No Phone Zone man.. Don't you watch Oprah? She says not to text and drive, and you don't want to upset Oprah!)

24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and
hunger. (Not really..the hunger usually wins)

25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just
nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said? (No comment on this one)

26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team
up to prevent an ass from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers
and sisters! (I am usually the bitch at the front of the line preventing the ass from cutting in.  :) and yes I get such joy from this. )

27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get
dirty, and you can wear them forever. (I heard pants can actually stand on their own!! Not mine of course, they are trained to hang themselves on the appropriate hanger)

28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every
year? (I don't have any kids, so I can say YES!!)

29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you
are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far. (I have NEVER done this, but I can't tell you how many times I have seen GUYS do this and then I have to try and not LAUGH at them for doing something so STUPID when they thought they were so COOL)

30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate
drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate
cyclists. (I just want to confirm this has nothing to do with MOTORCYCLISTS, b/c we all know they are AWESOME)

31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and
still not know what time it is. (I am getting paranoid, who is watching me? #5, #15,#22,#26 & now this one- they are all about me.  I guess I am glad there are others out there that do this also... or are you only referring to me?

32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their
car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the
Donkey - but I'd bet my behind everyone can find and push the snooze button
from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time.( Nah, I have missed the snooze button on ocassion, when I hit it and pushed the entire clock on the floor.  I hate when that happens!)


While at the lab today…

So there we (me and mom) are sitting in the waiting room minding our own business. There were other people waiting as well. Here comes a mother, with 3, yes I said 3 children. She had a very small boy infant, in a papoose type thingy, and 2 little girls (I will guess and say 2 and 4yrs old). I know I probably shouldn’t say this but they were Spanish and did not speak any English. As we are all waiting to be called for either blood, or x-ray, or whatever, the girls are not quiet. You can tell the older one is the sick one. The middle one is the one that doesn’t listen and totally ignores when mom says NO. She was all over the Fire alarm several times and I don’t know how it did not go off. Thank God it did not. The mom had the oldest little girl drinking lots of water. You could tell her tummy was bothering her. The girls were walking around and all of a sudden the sick one just vomited everywhere. I felt so sorry for her. I mean kids don’t understand why they are getting sick and what is happening to them. Poor thing. Here she is vomiting, crying and her little sister has this horrified look on her face like OMG is stuff going to start spewing out of me now too? I know it shouldn’t have been funny, but the looks on their faces were priceless! Don’t worry I didn’t laugh out loud. But now there was vomit all over the floor, b/c of the sick one and mom is trying to make her come to the trash can to at least be sick over that. The little girl is froze, and the smaller one is just staring and in shock. She looked scared to death. So I hurried up and went into the bathroom to get some paper towels because I knew that people would be slipping on the wet area there. I went to the bathroom, the first one was locked and in use, the second one too. I was thinking, they are never all in use. Finally the last one was open. I grabbed a million paper towels and came out. I handed some to the mom and went to the floor to lay them out over the wet area. All of a sudden a loud and I mean LOUD RINGING ALARM type sound went off. I turned to look at the fire alarm and the little girl was nowhere near it. Then I realized there was a defibrillator right next to me on the wall. I turned and looked and sure enough that sweet little girl (can you hear my sarcasm?) was standing on the chair and had opened it!! A million things were flying through my mind. I swear all of my Spanish went right out of my head. All I could think of was No Bueno (no good) and Muy Mal (very bad). I was horrified that she had done this. At this point mom is in the bathroom with the other 2 children and had just left this one out there. OMG!!! Finally I was able to get the attention of one of the employees to let them know that it was a mistake and that this needed to be turned off. She never even looked my way, but said “yeah a security guard is on his way to turn it off”. I then said we also need clean up over here as well, as someone got sick too. “Oh ok”. When the mother finally returned I was still whirling from all of this and all I could think of to tell her was “Tu mamas no bueno” as I pointed to the defibrillator! I was thinking in my head... “Oh good going, Tam, and to think I speak fluent Spanish? Am I sure about this?” It all went right outta my head in a freaking flash too!! I was irritated at myself that I couldn’t “find” my Spanish words at all. Then again, I have a hard enough time finding my everyday English words so what the hell was I expecting!

So what do you do when you are waiting at your lab??


Why you should wear a helmet, even if you are a doctor

We were talking to my mom’s primary care doctor today. He is a very nice “young” doctor. By young I mean by age and by experience. It has taken him some time to get used to my smart ass comments but he is coming around. So today during our visit for some reason he decided to tell us a story. Oh wait, we were discussing my mom’s Coumadin levels and activities that she should and shouldn’t do.

He went on to tell us how the other day he was riding his nephew’s scooter. He always thought it was a really easy thing to do. He never really saw a reason as to why a helmet would be needed. Can I just remind you that we are talking about a grown adult man who happens to be a M.D. So there he was riding the scooter, being all cool (these are his words too funny, I know) and all of a sudden he realized he was a bit close to the wall, so he put his hand out and before he knew it he was on the ground. Luckily he broke his fall with his leg and scraped his knee up pretty badly. He also hit his head on a sprinkler! After that happened, that is when he realized, boys and girls, that why a helmet is necessary, even for scooters!

He said he was lucky that he broke his fall with his leg and not his head; otherwise he would have ended up in the ER and then wouldn’t have been able to keep our appointment. As I was laughing I asked him and I would love to know what you would have told the ER what happened as to how you ended up in the ER with your head cracked open! He smiled and said, thank goodness, I landed on my leg first and just slightly hit my head!

He went out and bought himself a helmet now so when he does ride his nephew’s scooter he will be protected, I mean just in case, you never know.