Miss Tee-Tee

Today was a rather “rough” day to say the least. Tee-Tee our sweet little angel of a doggie was put to sleep late this afternoon.  It was probably the toughest decision we have ever made.  Here are some interesting facts or some history on her. 

~ She got her name, Tee-Tee because when we first got her she would get so excited, nervous, happy, worried, scared or whatever that she would tinkle (pee-pee) just a little bit wherever she was.  It didn’t matter what the occasion was or what the situation was she would tinkle. The poor thing just couldn’t help herself.  At the time my sister, Tina had young sons that she was potty training and she would ask them “Do ya have to go “tee-tee?” (Please note that this is said in a heavy southern drawl!).  So it was just OBVIOUS to us that TEE-TEE had to be her name.  It was so fitting for her, don’t ya’ll think?

~ We got her when she was about 2 yrs of age. She was not potty trained nor did she know how to play.  She was a smart cookie that is for sure.  She learned everything very quickly. She was potty trained very easily. She loved to play.  She would even bring the toy and put it right in your hand, or if you didn’t want it in your hand she would put it right in front of your foot.  Now how many dogs do that? She taught herself that little trick! She LOVED to play with her toys or balls. She would play constantly if we would let her. Her toys had to have squeakers in them, otherwise in her mind, they were broken! She enjoyed squeaking them herself!! 

~When we got her we already had Chip, our cat.  She knew that she had to get along with Chip in order to stay. He was the alpha male and she followed the his rules, just like a good little girl.
Chip &Tee-Tee
~She was so human like it was unbelievable.  I have never seen another animal as human as she was.  It amazes me.  She would always look you straight in the eyes. She always understood what you were saying, it didn’t matter on your tone or not.  She knew what you were saying. If she knew someone was upset, she would immediately go over to that person and get as close as she could to them and hug them.  She was a great hugger, a good loving doggie. She genuinely understood what was going on  and tried to do anything she could to help. I know that kind of sounds strange but it is true.

~She loved wearing necklaces and I mean necklaces not collars! When she was younger she liked dressing up but as she got older it was too difficult for her (arthritis & cysts). She loved bubble gum.  If she saw me chewing gum she was stuck to me until I would give her a teeny tiny piece and then she was satisfied!  If she didn’t want a type of food it was so obvious, and there was no way she was going to take it!

Tee-Tee wearing a scrunching - doesn't she look adorable?

Tee-Tee would get cold very easily and my cousins bib was perfect for her. Besides that I think he loved seeing her in it.(He was almost a year!)
~Towards the end when she became diabetic, I had to give her shots twice a day.  She also had severe arthritis as well.  So twice a day I would get her shot,  arthritis meds and “treats” ready.  In the morning it was kind of like a game.  She would go running to mom while I was in the living room calling her to come and have her “treats”. She would be in the other room with mom peaking around the corner as if I couldn’t see her.  It was so cute. Then she would finally come out to me, and act all surprised and get on the couch with me and she would cuddle up (hug me) next to me.  After a few minutes I would give her, her insulin shot, then she would love me some more and then I would give her, what we call her “treats” but are really pills.  She always just took them like they were candy.  I know, huh!  I always joked that she was my pill popping puppy!

 ~ And now, Tee-Tee was diabetic and it seemed to be getting worse. Her arthritis was getting worse as well. She has had what they were calling “fatty cysts” for quite some time, when in fact they were not.  The other day one of them burst.  Some of them were fatty cysts, but there were a few that were indeed, infected abscesses.  So unfortunately, she had been misdiagnosed by 3 different doctors.  I think that alone could have changed a lot of the way her illnesses turned out but I can’t put everything on that, if I do, I will be stuck on that forever.

~I wanted to share a bit about Tee-Tee with the world.  She was truly my father’s dog daughter. We used to joke and say it was his favorite daughter. She never talked back; she always did what he wanted, etc!!

May you all spend extra time with your 4 legged loved ones.  Make sure you give them plenty of hugs and kisses.


Wordless Wednesday ~ Piggy Style!



*Birthday cake for Mom.  Made by  Sarah @ Dolci 
She makes so many more things, all so pretty and all so very yummy in your tummy. Check her out!


It's too much to hope for...

It’s too much to hope for a life without pain,
It’s wrong to expect a life without pain;
For pain is our body’s defense.
No matter how much we dislike it,
And nobody likes pain,
Pain is important.
For pain we should be grateful!
How else would we know,
To move our hand from the fire?
Our finger from the blade?
Our foot from the thorn?
So pain is important.
And for pain we should be grateful!
There’s a type of pain that serves no purpose,
That’s chronic pain,
It’s the elite brand of pain that’s not for defense.
It’s an attacking force.
An attacker from within,
A destroyer of personal happiness,
An aggressive assailant on personal ability.
A ceaseless invader of personal peace.
A continuous harassment to life!
Chronic pain is the hardest hurdle for the mind to jump.
Sometimes it is almost impossible to jump,
Yet, we must keep trying.
And trying,
And trying.
Because if we don’t it will destroy.
From this battle will come some good,
The satisfaction of overcoming pain.
The achievement of happiness and peace, of life in spite of it.
This is quite an achievement.
An achievement very special, very personal.
A feeling of strength,
Of inner strength;
Which has to be experienced to be understood.
So, we all have to accept pain,
Even sometimes destructive pain.
For it is part of the scheme of things,
And the mind can manage it,
And the mind will become stronger for the practice.

- Johnathan Wilson-Fuller (age 9 at time of writing)



I started blogging in Mar 2009 and was so excited about starting and having a blog.  Woo-hoo!  I never thought I would go MIA for this long.  My last entry was on May 25th 2011.  That seems like forever ago.  Truthfully it all has to do with my illnesses and how well I am doing or not doing.  My well being or lack thereof truly determines if I am going to be able to make an entry or not.  And for the last couple of months my hands have been horrible.  My right hand is the worst.  Both my thumbs and my pointer finger on my right hand are at times almost unable to even use.  I am told it is related to my Lupus.  YUCK!  Guess, I have another scary issue I have to look in the eyes. Wonder if it is ok, if my eyes are closed?  Guess I gotta save up for that Dragon Dictation program.  I have it on my iPhone (it was a free app) and I LOVE it.  So we will see.

I miss blogging.  I have actually been dreaming that I was back to blogging! I know, huh, kind of sad, ya think?  I think! 

I am hoping this short entry will get me back on the road to happiness . . . blogging. 

See ya soon!!


Drugs, Drugs and more Drugs

I think I have tried just about every drug out there for RA (rheumatoid Arthritis), Lupus and UCTDIt sure the hell seems like it anyway.  They either don’t work or I am severely allergic to them. I thought it might be interesting to list all of the medications I have tried just in the last 3 years, or shall I say the ones I can remember.  I had a list with all of them but they were on my old computer and I need to get a new hard drive and blah, blah, blah, you know how that story goes. 
So here is the list:

·         Methotroxate
·         Cell Cept
·         Enbrel
·         Rituxan  IV
·         Remicade IV
·         Orencia IV
·         Imuran
·         Indomethacin
·         Azathioprine
·         Mobic
·         Meloxicam
·         Humira IV

So after having tried all of these my rheumatologist wanted me to take a break and see if something else would be coming out soon that I would be able to try. So after few months, he suggested Actemra IV.  Now normally if I am going to have bad reaction it will happen right there during the treatment.  This time it didn’t.  I felt fine, well you know exhausted but nothing major.  My aches and pains went up a bit and so did my exhaustion, but that is totally understandable considering you are having all of these drugs poured into your system.

Well by Sunday I couldn’t breathe. My entire bodice area was so sore I couldn’t handle anything touching it.  When I would breathe, if I took small breaths it wasn’t quite as painful as if I tried to take a full breath.  I kept thinking it would get better or go away. 

Monday I ended up seeing my PCP to see what was going on.  After her examining me she told me she wanted me to go to E.R. and have some blood work done and a CT scan.  She was worried about me having a PE (pulmonary embolism) or that my abdomen might have perforated.  She called ahead to E.R. so that they would know why I was there and what needed to be done.  Oh, the reason she sent me to E.R. was that by the time she was done seeing me it was after hours so basically nothing was open.

Note to self: that doesn’t mean a damn thing to them.  I waited over 3 hrs to get to see the triage and then another 2 hours just to get inside to have a chance to see the E.R. doctor.   I will tell you more about this later. 

So I have tried numerous medications in just about all forms.  I have had pills, IV’s, and have even had to give myself shots.  For the most part these drugs did not work.  If they did they did not last for long at giving me any relief.  So then we would try something new.  It does a get a bit discouraging and overwhelming and sometimes downright depressing once you realize all of the types of things you have tried to do, to get some relief.  And I am just talking about the main drug here, I could probably right several more posts on different types of treatments, herbs, supplements, eating, etc that I have tried as well.  When I ended up in the hospital I was wondering if this could be an allergic reaction to my latest drug that I had just tried…



Essential Tremors, Shakes, call them what you want, I have them and I hate them.
I can remember years ago when I was in grade school I had a friend and her father had the shakes. He was young and it was the first time I had come in contact with someone that had the shakes like that and was young. You know normally you would see someone in their 80’s or 90’s like that. Well, he certainly wasn’t. His family made fun of him and never tried to help him. It always bothered me. I can remember asking my friend what happened or what was wrong and she would laugh and say nothing he is always that way. It broke my heart. I can remember always feeling pity for him. I always felt sorry for him.
To this day when I see someone that has the shakes I still feel that same way, PITY. I feel so bad for them, I know most of them are much older and have lived full productive lives but still, having the shakes is difficult.

For several years now I have had the shakes. At first they kind of came and went. I could “hide” them. Then they seemed to start staying for longer periods of time. Now they are much more noticeable. Not only do they stay all of the time they are now very shaky. There is no way of hiding these shakes. In my mind I am not old. Yes, I am 39 (soon so soon to be 40) but like I mentioned before you never saw young people with shakes, not like this. Unless they were cold or nervous! I can’t tell you how many times someone has said to me “Oh honey it is nothing to be nervous about just take a deep breath and try and calm down.” Or “Oh my are you that cold?” Then I have to explain to them that I have shakes and blah blah blah…

Can you even imagine what it would be like to always be shaking? Try picking up a drink; now try it without spilling it. Try pouring something now without spilling it. Don’t even think about writing, or signing your name. You wanted to button that? Think again. There are many times that I want to do something but because of my shakes I am unable to. I have to put it off till later or another time in hopes that my shakes will simmer down just enough for me to do whatever it is that I wanted to do. I used to make homemade cards that have become almost impossible for me to do. The normal daily activities that we all do and take for granted are not so easily done when one shakes nonstop.

Sometimes typing is even next to impossible. When I first started this blog I thought this would be something that I could do on a semi-regular basis and keep things up… since the shaking has increased not so easily done if you know what I mean.
So here I am many years older from that grade school and I am now “cursed” with them. I always felt PITY for those that had the shakes because I could always imagine what it might be like to have them. I always felt sorry for those people. Funny how things turn out. Don’t you think?


Description of a Friend

Friends.......They love you,
But they're not your lover
They care for you,
But they're not from your family
They're ready to share your pain,
But they're not your blood relation.

They are........FRIENDS!!!!!

A True friend......
Scolds like a DAD..
Cares like a MOM..
Teases like a SISTER..
Irritates like a BROTHER..
And finally loves you more than a LOVER.

(A very dear friend of mine shared this with me.  I have never heard of a friend being described like this before, but I tell you that is exactly what she was to me. We were BFF's for many years and now have not seen each other in over 3 years.  I miss her, I miss our friendship. We have just recently gotten back in contact with one another and I can only hope that our friendship will grow once again.)



All I need to know I learned from the Easter Bunny!

Don't put all your eggs in one basket.
Everyone needs a friend who is all ears.
There's no such thing as too much candy.
All work and no play can make you a basket case.
A cute tail attracts a lot of attention.
Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day.
Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits.
Some body parts should be floppy. [AMEN!]
Keep your paws off of other people's jelly beans.
Good things come in small, sugar coated packages.
The grass is always greener in someone else's basket.
To show your true colors, you have to come out of the shell.
The best things in life are still sweet and gooey.

May the joy of the season fill your heart.

Happy Easter!



So I am in the car on my way home and it is dark, and all of a sudden I realize I don’t know where the high beams are. NO, I am not driving a new car; I am driving my car that I have driven for the last several years. Yup, you heard me; I had no idea where the high beams were located. My mind was blank. Thank goodness no one was behind me. Thank goodness I wasn’t that far from the house. I kept trying to remember where they are located. Are they on the left hand side of the dash, maybe the floor, oh wait I finally stumbled across it, they are on the windshield wipers, you just gotta push out. Phew, that was a close one.

I made it home and then freaked out! I freaked out because I would have never done anything like that before, and now it is becoming more and more “normal” for me. I hate it. It scares me, worries me, and frustrates me to say the least. Have you ever forgotten where something is or how to do something that you never imagined you would?


Ever wonder what would happen if cats had opposable thumbs...

Originally I was planning on posting a nice piece about Fat Tuesday and Lent and what this means to Catholics and me (really).  BUT earlier today a friend of mine sent me this video and I just couldn't help but to share it.  I mean most likely I will post the piece on Lent later on during Lent, I mean I have 40 days, but I HAD to share this one today!!

This is for all of the Cat people Lovers out.  I have often asked myself this same question..."What would happen if Cats did have opposable thumbs?"  My 2nd cat that I had, was a polydactyl cat (having extra toes, like a baseball mitt, or like thumbs) and was named after that as well, Thums.  I know original, eh?  Anyway.... here is a short video of how some people think it might IF cats did have thumbs... I tend to agree as we all know just how dam smart cats are!


Medicare and SHIPtalk

I was approved for permanent disability aka SSI. Yeah! Oh Shit! I mean it is good that I was finally approved but still surreal and scary at the same time. I am 39 years old (try not to spread that around too much will ya?) and it hits me more a little bit everyday that this is where my life is right now. Totally NOT where I had thought, hoped or planned to be at this time in my life, ya know? Course than again, I am not sure there are too many people out there that planned this. I have now received the 2 years of back pay that was owed to me. As of right now I have a rather LARGE lump sum sitting in my account that is screaming at me to pay off all of my bills and get square. Put some aside if possible. You know? But I still haven’t found out what is the amount that I will have to pay back to my LTD insurance so until I get that amount I can only look at that lump sum and dream a little dream. Sigh… I swear when I look at my account online my eyes turn into dollar signs!

I now also have Medicare. Yeah! Right? The last 2 days I have been on the phone with Medicare and Social Security. If you have any questions let me know and I am pretty sure I can assist you. LOL I have been to both of their websites and spoken to people as well. Don’t get me wrong it can be overwhelming to say the least. I thought I would share some tidbits of information so when/if the time comes for you to go down this path this might help you.

Medicare  (God help us all)
This alone can be confusing and overwhelming. I suggest going to their website first. Even if you haven’t reached the appropriate age (65) or received the paperwork stating the award I highly recommend visiting the website. This will help you a lot. On the website there is a section that allows you to compare Drug and Health plans. This is extremely useful. It will ask for your Medicare # but since you most likely will not have it yet you can just skip that question, as well as you will need to skip the date you became eligible and your birthday. So you will basically put in your zip code and hit enter. Make sure you have all of your medications with you. You will then be brought to another page and in this section you can add all of your medications so that when you are comparing plans you can also see how much the medications will cost using a retail pharmacy or a mail order pharmacy. Once you create a drug list, it will give you drug list id # and the password date. Make sure you make a note of this so you can continue to use this on this site. It is very useful. It will also be useful when/if you need to talk to someone at Medicare. You will be brought to the next page which allows you to select a pharmacy. Once you select a pharmacy (it is not necessary but helpful) it will then take you to look at the plans that are available in the zip code you provided. While looking at Medicare plans you will see that there are Medigap policies, Medicare with drug coverage, Medicare without drug coverage and Prescription Drug plans.

I suggest you think about what you are really looking for in coverage. Do you have a lot of medications that need to be covered, are they generics or brands only? Do you need DME services (durable medical equipment, which might include oxygen, diabetes supplies, cpap supplies/machines, walkers, beds, wheelchairs, etc)? Are you in the hospital a lot? What about home health care is that something you need to think about? Are you interested in having dental and/or vision coverage as well? What about alternative services, as in acupuncture and chiropractor? These are all questions that only you can answer as far as what you will need/want to have covered. Only YOU know really what your health has been like and basically where it is headed. Think about it before jumping into anything. They offer HMO, PPO and PDP plans. If you already have medical insurance and are happy with it and don’t want Medicare you don’t have to take it. Remember that. However you must do it within the allotted enrollment period. You have a 3 month period prior to and after your 65th birthday. If you have been awarded Medicare you only have 3 months.

There is also another organization SHIP that you might find of some help. Medicare actually told me about them. They are a free service and will talk to you on the phone or come to your home. They are a non-biased company that will go over all of the medicare available plans with you to help you figure out what is best suited for your needs. Sounds good to me don't you think?
**All of the webistes that I used for examples for Medicare I used a general zip code so when you use it please remember to put in your zip code so that you will get the information that suits you best**


Past lives & Compassion

I am a big believer that we are all here on earth to learn lessons. I think that we stay as long as it takes us to learn what we are supposed to learn and as long as it takes us to teach others what we were supposed to teach them. Several years back I was fortunate enough to “stumble” across a book (Journey of Souls) by Dr. Michael Newton. The book is about how he came to be involved with doing past life regressions. At the back of the book it listed his contact information in case you were interested in being regressed. Let me tell you I couldn't wait to send him a letter.

I was in my mid 20’s and this book just woke me up like nothing before. I have always been interested in the spiritual world and what we might have been in other lives and how we went from life to life, so I couldn’t wait to contact him. I was fortunate enough to be able to meet with him and have a session. This was several years ago (around 1996) and at that time he lived in Grass Valley, CA. I don’t really remember how long the session was or how much the fee was. I do remember that it was taped and I do have the tapes. I can recall some of the session but when I listen to the tapes it just floods my being. This is simply an experience that I will never forget. I don’t know how anyone could forget something like that. I highly recommend that if at all possible everyone should experience that.

I can remember 2 of my previous lives. In one of them I was an extremely rich and beautiful woman. I basically had no flaws (interior/exterior) and I knew it and acted like it. I didn’t really treat anyone very nice. I guess I didn’t feel/think I had to. I was healthy and just gorgeous. My face and body …everyone was envious. I didn’t work and I traveled everywhere. I did not have any children. Although I “had” everything, inside I was not  really happy. My next life, I was an extremely obese man. I was by myself. My parents died when I was young and now I was ALL ALONE. No one liked me, everyone made fun of me. I had no friends. I got to be so big I was unable to work, so I basically stayed at home as much as possible. I would go out only when I had to, for doctor appointments and to the grocery store. I could no longer fit behind the wheel of a car so I had to take the bus or walk, both of which were extremely difficult and embarrassing for me. I ate myself to death basically. I was miserable. No doubt about that.

Now I am in this life. I have always said I picked my parents. In fact I can remember doing just that. I can picture it like it was yesterday. I know it might sound a bit strange but it is true. I picked my family because I knew they needed me. I knew that my mom was going to have health issues. I also knew that I would too, but not to this degree that is for sure.

So I was talking to my therapist a few weeks back about this and she asked me what I thought I had learned from my other lives I mentioned that I was now able to be a caregiver/caretaker and I loved doing it, as in my 1st life there is no way I would have done something like that. I would have paid someone, but there was no way I would have done something like that. I knew what it was like to be kind and compassionate, respectful of others. I know how to work and enjoy it. I have a better understanding of other’s feelings and always treat others the way I would like to be treated. I told her at least that is some of what I think I have learned and show it and hope to continue to learn and teach others more.

After discussing this for a short time, she brought something to my attention. Compassion. I do NOT have compassion for myself. I never really thought about it like that but I guess I don’t.  I have been told before that I am very hard on myself but I never really saw it like that. I have always tried to do the best at everything /anything that I do. I always want to do better and not make any mistakes. When I do make mistakes I am told that I am much too tough on myself. I was asked that if someone else made some of the mistakes that I make what /how would I react. I explained that if it is nothing major I would most likely try to make a joke out of it and let them know it is nothing to worry about /stress over and to move on. When in reality if I make that same mistake, I just about kill myself with negativity. I never really thought about it like that or even realized that I was doing that. Hell I have been doing that my entire life.

So now I have been challenged to learn to be compassionate towards myself! I don’t even know how to begin to do that. She tells me to start off reading mantras, or positive quotes. Even if I start out with 1 a week that is at least a start. Funny thing is I have read so many self-help books out there I know I all this and know most of the mantras. However, you have to believe them when you say them. You have to be able to at least start to believe them.

So I ask you, do you have compassion for yourself? I mean there is no doubt that I do for others but now that it has been brought to my attention, I am well aware that I don’t for myself. I think this is going to be one of the hardest things I am going to have to learn how to do. I only hope I can learn how to do it…eventually… Any hints or ideas on how you think I might be able to work on this??


A nursing home for me?

So awhile back I came across an article about how more and more young people are ending up in nursing homes. With me having health issues and all it got the best of me. I read it and of course it really got me thinking. I mean how could it not right?
I am 39 yrs old and live with my mom who is also sick. Actually she is worse off than I am at least for now anyway. However, with all of the illnesses that I currently have and considering that for the last 2+ years they are not getting better or staying the same it tends to make me think about these things. I know she couldn’t take care of me, nor would I want her to. We don’t really have much for family. I do have a half sister who has offered to help care for us (I will write more about that in another post).

I have always been a very independent person. I LOVED working and taking care of my family (me and parents) and doing things. I have not been able to do that for some time now. I have visited nursing homes…some good some not so good. In fact downright scary. I was fortunate enough to be able to care for my Nana and father and neither of them had to go into a nursing home. However that may not be the case with me. I pray that isn’t the case but you just don’t know what the future holds.

But for those moments that I do let my mind drift to thoughts of a nursing home (Yikes!), I hope and pray for the following. I hope that if and when I do need to go to a nursing home I am fortunate to find one that is filled with not only skilled workers but loving ones as well. I hope that they treat everyone the way they would want their loved ones treated. Let it be a very clean, safe and affordable facility. I hope that they would have field trips, and movies, games (indoor/outdoor), and food other than pureed. Let it be possible to have it sectioned by age at least to a point anyway.

For now I think positive (or at least try to most of the time), continue to do research because you can’t always leave it up to the doctors to figure out what is going to work for everyone and keep mushing on. I can only that I won’t end up in a nursing home and you won’t either no matter what the age is.


Joke time - The Three Bears with a twist

A Priest, a Pentecostal Preacher, and a Rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of University of Minnesota.

They would get together two or three times a week for coffee and to talk shop. One day, someone made the comment that preaching to people isn't really all that hard. A real challenge would be to preach to a
bear. One thing led to another and they decided to do an experiment. They would all go out into the woods, find a bear, preach to it, and attempt to convert it.

Seven days later, they're all together to discuss their experience.

Father Flannery, who has his arm in a sling, is on crutches, and has various bandages on his body and limbs, goes first. "Well," he says, "I went into the woods to find a bear. And when I found him I began to read to him from the catechism. Well, that bear wanted nothing to do with me and began to slap me around. So I quickly grabbed my holy water, sprinkled him and, Holy Mary Mother of God, he became as gentle
as a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation."

Reverend Billy Bob spoke next. He was in a wheelchair, with an IV drip in his arm, and both legs in casts. In his best fire and brimstone oratory he exclaimed, "WELL, brothers, you KNOW that we don't sprinkle!
I went out and I FOUND a bear. And then I began to read to my bear from God's HOLY WORD! But that bear wanted nothing to do with me. So I took HOLD of him and we began to wrestle. We wrestled down one hill, UP another and DOWN another until we came to a creek. So I quickly DUNKED
him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent
the rest of the day praising Jesus."

The Priest and the Reverend both looked down at the Rabbi, who was lying in a hospital bed. He was in a body cast and traction with monitors and IV's running in and out of him. He was in really bad shape.

The Rabbi looks up and says, "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start..."


Joke time - Only a farm kid

When you're from the country ~ your perception is a little different..

A Missouri farmer in his pickup, drove to a neighbor's, and knocked at the door. A boy, about 9, opened the door.

"Is your Dad home?"
"No sir, he isn't; he went to town."
"Well, is your Mother here?"
"No sir, she went to town with Dad."
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"
"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."

The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself..

"Is there anything I can do for you? I know where all the tools are, if  you want to borrow one, or I can give dad a message."

"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'

The boy thought for a moment.
"You would have to talk to Dad about that.

I know he charges $500 for the  bull and $50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."


Complainers. . .

You ever come across one of those people that complain about everything and everyone? Do you have a friend or family member like that? You know the type I am talking about no matter what it is they find something to complain about. It is just them. They complain about everything. The sky isn’t blue enough, it is too windy, it is too hot, not hot enough. They never ever seem to be happy. I never knew it was even possible to complain about half of the stuff they complain about and yet there always seems to be more to complain about because they find more and then find more! It still amazes me when I come across someone like that or run into “that person”. The complainer.

We have a friend of the family who is a complainer. I would actually call him the KING of Complainers. I don’t think I ever realized or understood the art of complaining until I met him. He complains about everything and then some. It still amazes me when I come across someone like that or run into “the person”. The complainer. It is too cold, too windy, too rainy, too hot, and too dry. If he is talking about work, then by all means he is never making enough money, they never appreciate him enough, and he always does more than he should. When he has been out of work he refuses to look for work out of his field of expertise (personal chef) because that would be lowering his standard. Ok…but if you haven’t worked in over 2 years and are no longer getting unemployment how the hell else are you going to support yourself? Because the last time I checked complaining does not pay the bills. A job basically fell into his lap. A friend needed a driver because he was without a driver’s license and he could not do his job unless he had a driver. How perfect. Right? He would have the complainer drive him and pay him under the table. They would be helping each other out. Not long into this great deal the complainer soon felt that he should get paid if he worked or not. Then he started that he could no longer drive at night. The whole thing was so that the other guy didn’t have to drive at all as his license was suspended. DUH!! I tell you, here he was being helped out and it still wasn’t good enough for him.
I talked to the complainer about this one time. He looked at me and smiled and said “you know, baby, people like me are just complainers, we aren’t happy unless we are complaining about something….well everything really.”(followed by a little laughter).

I don't know but through my eyes it sure does seem to take a hell of a lot more energy and time to complain about everything then to just go along or try to make the best out of it. Don't ya think?



I live in Southern California and they say it doesn't snow here.  Well, they lied!  I have lived in this neighborhood for 22 yrs and this is the 3rd time it has snowed.  This is the most it has snowed.  It snowed for several hours and stuck quite a bit, you know for not snowing that is!  It looked pretty, it was cold (42 degrees) and I was glad to be inside a nice warm house.  No, I did NOT go outside and make a snowman or snowballs.  I just enjoyed watching it fall.  Hope you get a kick out of my pics.

My backyard right after it started snowing

Down my street

My neighbors house/car

Our yard with much more snow.  Doesn't it look pretty??

Our neighbors house (my mom's bff)

Another pic of yard and hills behind

Our jasmine bush

A little palm in our front yard - that was when it first snowed, now they are covered, and truthfully I think pretty much dead.