tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52480091238276717032024-03-05T22:04:18.886-08:00My Mouth Overloaded My ASSTammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-45498974845682068432011-12-09T01:00:00.000-08:002011-12-09T14:24:52.194-08:00Miss Tee-Tee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mLD7Ys7row/TuG331KHtEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kdW39UoiSAo/s1600/iphone_10.16.11+028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--mLD7Ys7row/TuG331KHtEI/AAAAAAAAAoY/kdW39UoiSAo/s320/iphone_10.16.11+028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was <strike>probably</strike> the toughest decision we have ever made.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Here are some interesting facts or some history on her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">~ She got her name, Tee-Tee because when we first got her she would get <strong>so</strong> excited, nervous, happy, worried, scared or whatever that she would tinkle (pee-pee) just a little bit wherever she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It didn’t matter what the occasion was or what the situation was she would tinkle. The poor thing just couldn’t help herself. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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!).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So it was just OBVIOUS to us that TEE-TEE had to be her name.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was so fitting for her, don’t ya’ll think?</span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~ We got her when she was about 2 yrs of age. She was not potty trained nor did she know how to play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was a smart cookie that is for sure. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She learned everything very quickly. She was potty trained very easily. She <strong>loved</strong> to play.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~When we got her we already had Chip, our cat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She knew that she had to get along with Chip in order to stay. He was the alpha male and she followed <strike>the</strike> his rules, just like a good little girl. </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;">~She was so human like it was unbelievable.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have never seen another animal as human as she was.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It amazes me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">~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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If she didn’t want a type of food it was so obvious, and there was no way she was going to take it! </span></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tee-Tee wearing a scrunching - doesn't she look adorable?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">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!)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Calibri;">~Towards the end when she became diabetic, I had to give her shots twice a day. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She also had severe arthritis as well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So twice a day I would get her shot, arthritis meds and “treats” ready.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the morning it was kind of like a game.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She always just took them like they were candy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know, huh!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I always joked that she was my pill popping puppy!</span><br />
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<o:p> </o:p><span style="font-family: Calibri;">~ 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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The other day one of them burst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Some of them were fatty cysts, but there were a few that were indeed, infected abscesses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So unfortunately, she had been misdiagnosed by 3 different doctors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">~I wanted to share a bit about Tee-Tee with the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was truly my father’s <strike>dog</strike> daughter. We used to joke and say it was his favorite daughter. She never talked back; she always did what he wanted, etc!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">May you all spend extra time with your 4 legged loved ones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Make sure you give them plenty of hugs and kisses. </span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-75288797501109531912011-12-07T01:31:00.000-08:002011-12-07T01:31:00.379-08:00Wordless Wednesday ~ Piggy Style!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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She makes so many more things, all so pretty and all so very yummy in your tummy. Check her out!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-12336409048094532902011-12-06T01:00:00.000-08:002011-12-06T01:00:03.961-08:00It's too much to hope for...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqGepuWzIuw/Tts7BRh-9ZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Bu2n7_6UbSo/s1600/pain-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqGepuWzIuw/Tts7BRh-9ZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Bu2n7_6UbSo/s320/pain-2.jpg" width="249" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://chicpress.wordpress.com/2011/07/03/pain-unbearable-pain/">credit due</a></div><br />
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It’s too much to hope for a life without pain,<br />
It’s wrong to expect a life without pain;<br />
For pain is our body’s defense.<br />
No matter how much we dislike it,<br />
And nobody likes pain,<br />
Pain is important.<br />
And,<br />
For pain we should be grateful!<br />
How else would we know,<br />
To move our hand from the fire?<br />
Our finger from the blade?<br />
Our foot from the thorn?<br />
So pain is important.<br />
And for pain we should be grateful!<br />
Yet,<br />
There’s a type of pain that serves no purpose,<br />
That’s <span style="color: red;"><strong>chronic pain</strong></span>,<br />
It’s the elite brand of pain that’s not for defense.<br />
It’s an attacking force.<br />
An attacker from within,<br />
A destroyer of personal happiness,<br />
An aggressive assailant on personal ability.<br />
A ceaseless invader of personal peace.<br />
And, <br />
A continuous harassment to life!<br />
<span style="color: red;"><strong>Chronic pain</strong></span> is the hardest hurdle for the mind to jump.<br />
Sometimes it is almost impossible to jump,<br />
Yet, we must keep trying.<br />
And trying,<br />
And trying.<br />
Because if we don’t it will destroy.<br />
And,<br />
From this battle will come some good,<br />
The satisfaction of overcoming pain.<br />
The achievement of happiness and peace, of life in spite of it.<br />
This is quite an achievement.<br />
An achievement very special, very personal.<br />
A feeling of strength,<br />
Of inner strength;<br />
Which has to be experienced to be understood.<br />
So, we all have to accept pain,<br />
Even sometimes destructive pain.<br />
For it is part of the scheme of things,<br />
And the mind can manage it,<br />
And the mind will become stronger for the practice.</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">- Johnathan Wilson-Fuller (age 9 at time of writing)</span></span></span></span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-50541412112489318792011-12-04T00:41:00.000-08:002011-12-04T00:41:51.095-08:00MIA<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I started blogging in Mar 2009 and was so excited about starting and having a blog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Woo-hoo!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I never thought I would go MIA for this long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My last entry was on May 25<sup><span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span></sup> 2011.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>That seems like forever ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Truthfully it all has to do with my illnesses and how well I am doing or not doing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My well being or lack thereof truly determines if I am going to be able to make an entry or not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And for the last couple of months my hands have been horrible.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My right hand is the worst.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both my thumbs and my pointer finger on my right hand are at times almost unable to even use.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I am told it is related to my Lupus.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>YUCK!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guess, I have another scary issue I have to look in the eyes. Wonder if it is ok, if my eyes are closed?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Guess I gotta save up for that Dragon Dictation program.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have it on my iPhone (it was a free app) and I LOVE it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So we will see. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I miss blogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have actually been dreaming that I was back to blogging! I know, huh, kind of sad, ya think?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I think!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am hoping this short entry will get me back on the road to happiness . . . blogging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">See ya soon!!</span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-51522130282288424502011-05-25T02:56:00.000-07:002011-05-29T17:52:23.492-07:00Drugs, Drugs and more Drugs<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I think I have tried just about every drug out there for <a href="http://www.webmd.com/rheumatoid-arthritis/default.htm">RA</a> (rheumatoid Arthritis), <a href="http://lupus.webmd.com/default.htm">Lupus</a><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> and <a href="http://www.hss.edu/conditions_undifferentiated-connective-tissue-disease-overview.asp">UCTD</a>. </span>It sure the hell seems like it anyway.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span> <br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So here is the list:</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Enbrel </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Rituxan IV</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Remicade IV</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Orencia IV</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Imuran</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Indomethacin</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Azathioprine</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Mobic </span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Meloxicam</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font: 7pt/normal "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Humira IV</span></div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now normally if I am going to have bad reaction it will happen right there during the treatment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This time it didn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I felt fine, well you know exhausted but nothing major.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. </span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well by Sunday I couldn’t breathe. My entire bodice area was so sore I couldn’t handle anything touching it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I would breathe, if I took small breaths it wasn’t quite as painful as if I tried to take a full breath.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I kept thinking it would get better or go away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Monday I ended up seeing my PCP to see what was going on.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After her examining me she told me she wanted me to go to E.R. and have some blood work done and a <a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/computed-tomography-ct-scan-of-the-body">CT scan</a>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She was worried about me having a <a href="http://www.webmd.com/lung/tc/pulmonary-embolism-topic-overview">PE</a> (pulmonary embolism) or that my abdomen might have perforated.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She called ahead to E.R. so that they would know why I was there and what needed to be done.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Note to self: that doesn’t mean a damn thing to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I will tell you more about this later.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I have tried numerous medications in just about all forms.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have had pills, IV’s, and have even had to give myself shots.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For the most part these drugs did not work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If they did they did not last for long at giving me any relief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So then we would try something new.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>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…</span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-8264279292994177582011-05-21T15:22:00.000-07:002011-05-21T15:22:38.632-07:00ShakingEssential Tremors, Shakes, call them what you want, I have them and I hate them. <br />
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. <br />
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. <br />
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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…<br />
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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. <br />
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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.<br />
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?Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-78230016470790583482011-05-03T02:04:00.000-07:002011-05-03T02:04:21.177-07:00Description of a Friend<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Friends.......They love you, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But they're not your lover </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They care for you, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But they're not from your family </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They're ready to share your pain, </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">But they're not your blood relation. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">They are........FRIENDS!!!!! </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">A True friend...... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Scolds like a DAD.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cares like a MOM.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Teases like a SISTER.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Irritates like a BROTHER.. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">And finally loves you more than a LOVER. </span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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(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.)Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-39447485918489392632011-04-24T01:15:00.000-07:002011-04-24T01:15:25.853-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE </span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All I need to know I learned from the Easter Bunny!</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Don't put all your eggs in one basket. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone needs a friend who is all ears. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There's no such thing as too much candy. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All work and no play can make you a basket case. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A cute tail attracts a lot of attention. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Everyone is entitled to a bad hare day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Let happy thoughts multiply like rabbits. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some body parts should be floppy. [AMEN!] </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Keep your paws off of other people's jelly beans. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Good things come in small, sugar coated packages. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The grass is always greener in someone else's basket. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To show your true colors, you have to come out of the shell. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The best things in life are still sweet and gooey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">May the joy of the season fill your heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AND MAY GOD BLESS YOU! </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy Easter! </span><br />
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</span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-35435534801728421762011-04-08T01:08:00.000-07:002011-04-08T01:08:29.746-07:00Dimmed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_g77zjmgUT82ulNDfaZ08GmIBDfR4EvBn-uwkF3lbmg0ELQ-NfGISc3oK8yC2isGAhrNj0kNJfH9nVfKcedRX_7FI47vyZFDlsXg2C4hgaoZNLoF6601j6RN0982hIX4CG6UqaJtHRNc/s1600/337518-visibility-under-the-rain.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_g77zjmgUT82ulNDfaZ08GmIBDfR4EvBn-uwkF3lbmg0ELQ-NfGISc3oK8yC2isGAhrNj0kNJfH9nVfKcedRX_7FI47vyZFDlsXg2C4hgaoZNLoF6601j6RN0982hIX4CG6UqaJtHRNc/s320/337518-visibility-under-the-rain.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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. <br />
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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?Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-90540658216705880462011-03-09T01:56:00.000-08:002011-03-09T01:56:25.616-08:00Ever 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!!<br />
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This is for all of the Cat <strike>people</strike> 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!<br />
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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.<br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Medicare</span></strong> (God help us all) <br />
This alone can be confusing and overwhelming. I suggest going to their <a href="https://www.medicare.gov/Default.aspx">website</a> 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 <a href="https://www.medicare.gov/find-a-plan/questions/home.aspx">compare Drug and Health plans</a>. 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 <a href="http://plancompare.medicare.gov/pfdn/PlanFinder/DrugSearch">add all of your medications</a> 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 <a href="http://www.medicare.gov/find-a-plan/results/planresults/plan-list.aspx">plans</a> 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.<br />
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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. <br />
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There is also another organization <a href="https://www.shiptalk.org/Public/home.aspx?ReturnUrl=%2fdefault.aspx">SHIP</a> 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?<br />
<strong><span style="color: red;">**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**</span></strong>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-88143721868510317482011-01-30T01:27:00.000-08:002011-01-30T01:27:00.136-08:00Past lives & CompassionI 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 <a href="http://www.spiritualregression.org/page.php?slug=dr-newton-biography">Dr. Michael Newton</a>. 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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. <br />
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After discussing this for a short time, she brought something to my attention. <a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/compassion">Compassion</a>. 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. <br />
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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. <br />
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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??Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-34415382868962936282011-01-26T02:12:00.000-08:002011-01-26T02:12:00.753-08:00A nursing home for me?So awhile back I came across an <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20110107/ap_on_re_us/us_nursing_homes_young">article</a> 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? <br />
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). <br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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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.Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-64875953536284702242011-01-19T10:46:00.000-08:002011-01-19T10:46:00.639-08:00Joke time - The Three Bears with a twistA Priest, a Pentecostal Preacher, and a Rabbi all served as chaplains to the students of University of Minnesota. <br />
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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 <br />
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. <br />
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Seven days later, they're all together to discuss their experience. <br />
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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 <br />
as a lamb. The bishop is coming out next week to give him first communion and confirmation." <br />
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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! <br />
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 <br />
him and BAPTIZED his hairy soul. And just like you said, he became as gentle as a lamb. We spent <br />
the rest of the day praising Jesus." <br />
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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. <br />
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The Rabbi looks up and says, "Looking back on it, circumcision may not have been the best way to start..."Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-83193595616630715962011-01-12T22:46:00.000-08:002011-01-12T22:46:13.634-08:00Joke time - Only a farm kidWhen you're from the country ~ your perception is a little different..<br />
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A Missouri farmer in his pickup, drove to a neighbor's, and knocked at the door. A boy, about 9, opened the door.<br />
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"Is your Dad home?"<br />
"No sir, he isn't; he went to town."<br />
"Well, is your Mother here?"<br />
"No sir, she went to town with Dad."<br />
"How about your brother, Howard? Is he here?"<br />
"No sir, He went with Mom and Dad."<br />
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The rancher stood there for a few minutes, shifting from one foot to the other, and mumbling to himself..<br />
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"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."<br />
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"Well," said the rancher uncomfortably, "I really wanted to talk to your Dad. It's about your brother Howard getting my daughter, Suzie, pregnant."'<br />
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The boy thought for a moment.<br />
"You would have to talk to Dad about that. <br />
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I know he charges $500 for the bull and $50 for the hog, but I don't know how much he charges for Howard."<br />
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We have a friend of the family who is a complainer. I would actually call him the <strong>KING of Complainers</strong>. 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.<br />
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).<br />
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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?Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-62474632372014623372011-01-02T22:41:00.000-08:002011-01-02T22:41:52.922-08:00SNOWING!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.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My backyard right after it started snowing</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Down my street</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My neighbors house/car</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our yard with much more snow. Doesn't it look pretty??</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our neighbors house (my mom's bff)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our jasmine bush</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A little palm in our front yard - that was when it first snowed, now they are covered, and truthfully I think pretty much dead. </td></tr>
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts. </div><div style="text-align: left;">May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $50 bills. </div><div style="text-align: left;">May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips!</div><div style="text-align: left;">May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.</div><div style="text-align: left;">May the problems you had, forget your home address! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">In simple words ...............</div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>May the year 2011 be the best year of your life!!! </strong></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Happy New Year!! </strong></div>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-22323666315446800302010-12-29T21:58:00.000-08:002010-12-29T21:58:56.823-08:00Christmas Past, Present and Future. . .I can remember how Christmas was growing up and even into my adulthood. Although I basically grew up as an only child we always had nice Christmases. It was either the 3 of us (mom, dad and I) or many times my Nana (my mom’s mom) would be with us as well. We always (and I do mean always) decorated the outside of the house. It didn’t matter where we lived it got decorated. Dad took care of that. It seemed that each year we he would do more. Even though he would “complain” about it and say how he “hated” doing it and that next year he wasn’t going to decorate he would always look forward to doing it the following year. Each year <strike>we </strike>he always added something, more lights, or snowmen (mom collected snowmen so they were our theme) something always seemed to get added. Mom and I took care of the inside. In the beginning the living room would be the main room that would be decorated. It always looked nice. As time went on and we collected more items we were able to decorate all of the rooms. It looked great! All of the rooms managed to have a little bit of Christmas spirit and the outside was covered with it as well. It was always nice to have people over because they always remarked at how nice the house looked inside and out. I use to tease about our house looking similar to Clark Griswold’s house but let’s face it ours always looked better. Heck we always took first place in our neighborhood. We usually either had a few relatives over for Christmas dinner or some friends that didn’t have family and they would come over for the day. That was always nice.<br />
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Recently Christmas is lacking a whole lotta something, ok a whole lotta everything. My father passed so the outside no longer gets decorated. That sucks!! Even if we couldn’t have the house decorated as awesomely as he had always done it, it would still be great to at least have some lights up. Ya know? And now we hardly even decorate inside the house. We still have a ton of decorations for inside and outside it is just too damn difficult for me. This also sucks. All the decorations are in the sheds. With neither mom nor I feeling all that hot to trot we are not up to doing all that. It is <strong><u>A LOT</u></strong> of work to make several trips to bring in Christmas decorations, then to set everything up and then to take all of the empty boxes back to the sheds. I know that would take me several days and then would put me outta commission for several more days. I barely have a small tree up with lights only on it and a few Christmas decorations, and I do mean very few. Now it is just mom and I. There is nothing wrong with that; I mean quiet Christmases can be nice…sometimes. Now I cook a small Christmas dinner for the 2 of us and I don’t have to worry about having to entertain anyone if either of us are not feeling well on that day. We can lay around in our pj’s or stay in bed till whenever depending on how we are feeling.<br />
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As for Christmas Future I can only hope it will be similar to Christmas Past. I know that may sound a bit strange to many of you but humor me. I would like to see the outside and inside decorated like it had been in Christmas Past. I would love to be able to be the one doing the inside decorating again. Wouldn’t it be nice to be able to feel well enough to have people over and cook for a house full? Be able to decorate and not be out of commission for several days? But one of the things I hope for most of all is to have a child to celebrate Christmas with because those are the best holidays yet. Wouldn't you agree??Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-14140338595692321302010-12-23T22:54:00.000-08:002010-12-23T22:54:00.671-08:00Senior Texting CodesI have never been one that is all that into texting. Yes I do text but that is not my preferred way of communication. A friend of mine sent this to me and I found it rather funny...yet scary at the same time because in the back of my mind I was thinking how much longer will it be till I am using these codes???<br />
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SENIOR TEXTING CODE<br />
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Since more and more Seniors are texting and tweeting, there appears to be a need for a STC (Senior Texting Code). If you qualify for Senior Discounts this is the code for you.<br />
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ATD: At The Doctor's ( <span style="color: blue;">I could use this now, as that is where I spend most of my time now)</span><br />
BFF: Best Friend Farted<br />
BTW: Bring The Wheelchair (<span style="color: blue;">I have to do that already)</span><br />
BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth<br />
CBM: Covered By Medicare (<span style="color: blue;">Soon I will be covered by medicare.. and that sucks!)</span><br />
CUATSC: See You At The Senior Center<br />
DWI: Driving While Incontinent (<span style="color: blue;"> I am almost there now...)</span><br />
FWB: Friend With Beta Blockers<br />
FWIW: Forgot Where I Was (<span style="color: blue;">This happens to me already and I am not a senior)</span><br />
FYI: Found Your Insulin<br />
GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low<br />
GHA: Got Heartburn Again <span style="color: blue;"> (Join the club.. that is my life)</span><br />
HGBM: Had Good Bowel Movement (<span style="color: blue;">those are few and far between... they should be celebrated!)</span><br />
IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?<br />
LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out<br />
LOL: Living On Lipitor<br />
LWO: Lawrence Welk's On<br />
OMMR: On My Massage Recliner (<span style="color: blue;">Oh how I wish I had one of those!)</span><br />
OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas (<span style="color: blue;">This is not something that just seniors get, eveyone else just blames the dog!)</span><br />
ROFL, CGU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing, Can't Get Up ( <span style="color: blue;">Gee, sounds too familiar)</span><br />
SGGP: Sorry, Gotta Go Poop (<span style="color: blue;">When you gotta go, you don't want to lose the moment they aren't often)</span><br />
TTYL: Talk To You Louder (<span style="color: blue;"> I do this anyway for my mom)</span><br />
WAITT: Who Am I Talking To? (<span style="color: blue;">I wonder this alot already)</span><br />
WTFA: Wet The Furniture Again <span style="color: blue;">(Thank Goodness not yet anyway!)</span><br />
WTP: Where's The Prunes? <span style="color: blue;">(I will use something else besides prunes...yuck!)</span><br />
WWNO: Walker Wheels Need Oil (<span style="color: blue;">hopefully I will be able to afford a slick scooter!)</span><br />
GLK: Gotta Go, Laxative Kicking In (<span style="color: blue;">and we shouldn't keep that waiting b/c then the furniture will be wet!)</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">The items in blue ( ) were my comments but I hope you all got a giggle out of them. I am assuming that at that age there is not sexting going on... if so I know I sure the hell won't be involved in it..hell I am not now, I wouldn't want to scare the hell outta anyway and then get sued for it!!!</span>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-31806950731202111632010-12-22T22:50:00.000-08:002010-12-22T22:50:00.178-08:00Deck the Halls - sung by animals on YouTubeI had 2 different friends send this to me. It was too funny not to share. That is in case you haven't already seen it. I hope you enjoy it.<br />
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This is basically about all of those "Dysfunctional Families" out there and how we cope with them or at least how most of use would sure like to cope!! <br />
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Anyway, I have not been a good blogger buddy lately so I am now trying to catch up on some of my reads that I do like to follow. I was reading <a href="http://breaghagreeneyes.blogspot.com/2010/09/at-least-ill-be-well-dressed-recluse.html">Always in my Head</a> and came across a most recent blog about an online clothing store. Now if we remember back to my <a href="http://mymouthoverloadedmyass.blogspot.com/2010/04/online-ordering-is-my-personal-hell.html">previous post</a> about online ordering we know that I don't tend to have much luck with that kind of thing. However, she mentioned <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/">ModCloth</a> and showed a picture of a cute dress that she purchased. So I thought I would check this place out. OMG! They have tons of things... clothes, shoes, accessories, household things. Way cool. I was scrolling through the shoe section, because it was there and it was literally <strike>calling</strike> screaming my name. I am sure you have had the same thing happen to you. You can admit it to me. I won't go blabbing it all over the Internet or anything. :) Anyway I came across a pair of gorgeous brown boots. (I love browns, btw).<br />
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Aren't these just <strike>wonderful</strike> dreamy (insert long heavy sigh)??? If you click on the link under the picture you can also see the other views of the boots. These really hit me as soon as I saw them. <br />
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I think might be falling in love...I mean a girl can <u><strong>NEVER</strong></u> have too many shoes!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03865557764270025620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248009123827671703.post-17132562872126382182010-11-25T01:28:00.000-08:002010-11-25T01:28:00.219-08:00Happy Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LEJhFiPTME/TOzqtAVxQcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/94bGrC4UNNI/s1600/thanksgiving3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LEJhFiPTME/TOzqtAVxQcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/94bGrC4UNNI/s320/thanksgiving3.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"></div>“Turkey Day” - the infamous day that comes but once a year that allows everyone to over indulge in just about everything from watching sports and eating lots of turkey and carbs, to laying around afterwards because we are all so full of over indulging! Like I said it only comes but once a year. Everyone seems to have their own family traditions of what they eat or who does the cooking. I always find it interesting to hear other people’s traditions. Don’t you? Some are creatures of habit and others are always doing something new each year. I thought I would share some traditions of mine and of some friends.<br />
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~ A good friend of ours that is a chef went through a phase of deep frying his turkey and making a special marinade to inject into it. It was pretty tasty. Now for the last several years he enjoys making a duck instead of a turkey. I have yet to try that…not so sure I could do it. He actually leaves it to look like a duck. Umm... yeah that I could not handle. <br />
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~ Another friend of ours always has to have macaroni and cheese with their meal. If there is no homemade Mac and cheese, it is like a sin to them! We never did that growing up. <br />
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~ Some people seem to change off every other year. One year their house the next year the in-laws or a sister or something like that. Some have potluck, etc.<br />
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~For our Turkey Day there are always some things that have to be at the table otherwise it simply isn’t Thanksgiving. We make homemade Banana Nut Bread and Pumpkin Bread every year. I have yet to have anyone not like these breads. They are very yummy if I do say so myself. Then there are the deviled eggs. They always seem to go pretty quickly. Dad always really enjoyed them. It didn’t seem to matter if we were going to have a large gathering of family and friends or if it was just going to be “us” these items always are expected to be at the table. At those times when it would be just the three of us (mom, dad & me), dad would always say to mom and me to not go so overboard and kill ourselves with making so many dishes, but we always enjoyed it. We would say we were going to tone it down but by the time the day came it always seemed to happen. I am sure you know what I mean. For instance before you know it your menu consists of…turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy, peas, rolls, sweet potatoes, peas, relish dish, deviled eggs, on occasion we would have a small ham, cranberries, cucumber salad or creamed cucumbers (a favorite of my mom’s), creamed corn, pumpkin and banana bread, pumpkin/apple/pecan/sweet potato pie (we might have all or one), chocolate pie or cake (since not everyone likes pumpkin and pecan) and ice cream. I think that about covers it. I mean besides the little munchies that you have out before the big meal. For the most part we always did Turkey Day. On rare occasions we went to an aunt’s house. But the food was NOT good. Sorry but it just wasn’t. By the time dinner came, everything was cold. She didn’t know how to cook everything at the same time so it would be done at the same time and everything would be ready and hot at the same time. Oh well, thank goodness that didn’t happen very often and we don’t do that anymore! Now that it is just usually mom and I we do cheat a little bit I am sad to say. I think it is more because of my health than anything else. Now I order a meal from somewhere, so I get the turkey, potatoes, gravy, and rolls. Then I basically just “doctor” it up a bit and heat it up. I still do some extra sides because that is just what I am used to. LOL The deviled eggs, and breads, and peas, cucumbers and a dessert and there you have it. We still get left over’s. <br />
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</tbody></table> What are your traditions? What items does your family insist be at the table on Thanksgiving? <br />
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I wish everyone a happy, healthy and blessed Thanksgiving. May you all eat to you are stuffed beyond your wildest dreams!<br />
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Just a quick shout out to my favorite half sister (oh wait she is my <u>only</u> sister!) to wish her a very happy and blessed Birthday! We are so different in our ways of thinking it is almost comical at times! But that is what makes the world go round, once she realizes I am always right then things will be perfect! ha ha (I am teasing Tina). <br />
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I hope that she has a stress free day filled with treats and a year blessed with love, laughter and good health. Enjoy your day and know that you are in my thoughts! xo <br />
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