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Why in the world would anyone invent a vacuum cleaner with a light on it????  I ASSURE you that I am not going to vacuum the floor in the dark. Heck, I'm probably not going to do it in the light!  Picture this! I crawl out of bed in the middle of the night (I'm sure that is where I am in the middle of the night cause it's dark.... any time after dark, I am close to a bed!) Ok, ok, I get this uncontrollable urge to VACUUM the floor... I pull out this machine that is made with it's own lights so you can see without turning on a switch on the wall. You do the floors and the corners and under the couch and you feel all good about yourself and THEN you go back to bed???? I dun't think so!!!  My theory on housework is, if the item doesn't multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you? Erma Bombeck DID I TELL YOU THAT I LOVE THAT WOMAN!!! |
| Just wanted to say Happy 4th of July to all! I'm going to pretend to be a tourist today! Since I live in a resort area, we avoid any tourism activities like the plague. However, I have company from Winston Salem and they want to go to the festival so I'm packing my stuff in a "fanny" pack and going to "enjoy" the crowd!! Wish me luck! Luv ya, mean it On vacations: We hit the sunny beaches where we occupy ourselves keeping the sun off our skin, the saltwater off our bodies, and the sand out of our belongings. Erma Bombeck |
| I was talking to a friend of mine today when I was reminded of a funny conversation I had with my mother a few months back. Let me give you some history on my mother.... I love my mother but she is THE drama queen. No matter how small a deal, she blows it sky high. I tease her about being "a few bricks shy of a load". She tells me that I say things to her that make her laugh but if her boys said it, it would break her heart. And yea, they usually put me up to it. Anyway, back to the story.. Have you EVER heard of anyone being struck by lightning while taking a shower???? I have not; however, I have always been told by my dear mother not to take a shower during a storm. Her mother told her that and she told me that and I told my son that. But, really, have you ever heard of this happening?? I have heard of people washing dishes but they were by a window and people playing golf but outside..... NEVER in the shower, naked and wet have I ever heard of the ambulance arriving, breaking down the door to find a shriveled human with burn marks on their butt from being hit by lightning. My mother was not amused at this argument. She couldn't tell me about an incident where this happened, but it does, she insisted.... My mother, bless her heart..... ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** I take a very practical view of raising children. I put a sign in each of their rooms: ''Checkout Time is 18 years.'' Erma Bombeck |
Yes, I'm sick of the email "Update your blog". I've been really busy unpacking some things from a year ago that have been quietly sitting in a closet. As I unpack, I find pictures of my life. Pictures from another era.. pictures that make me reflect... ummmmm Work has been crazy. One of my "newest" employees decided she was "stressed" because her world is changing so she took three weeks off. I have a tendancy to step over dead bodies and keep on moving. Work goes on and no one is irreplaceable... We don't want to replace them just want them to grow up and step into the big girl world..... Cross training is definitely on the agenda starting NOW...... |
| Sing, girls, sing Fifteen minutes left to throw me together For Mr. Right Now, not Mr. Forever Don't know why I even try when I know how it ends Lookin' like another "maybe we could be friends" I been leavin' it up to fate It's my life so it's mine to make I ain't settlin' For just gettin' by I've had enough so-so For the rest 'a my life Tired 'a shootin' too low So raise the bar high Just enough ain't enough this time I ain't settlin' For anything less than everythang (yeah) With some good red wine and my brand new shoes Gonna dance a blue streak around my livin' room Take a chance on love and try how it feels With my heart wide open, yeah, you know I will Find what it means to be the girl Who changed her mind and changed the world Yea, that's me! I love Sugarland. For those of you who are not country music fans, you'll still love the lyrics. This is a zippy song I heard on my way to work this morning. I love it!!!! Thanks Sugarland |
| Today marks the two year anniversary of my dad's heart attack and subsequent diagnosis of "brain dead", no chance of recovery. If any of you read parts of my port or my blog, you know what bull that was. Today is Father's Day and the two year anniversary of that prognosis so I just want to publicly thank God for giving me the past two years to get to know a man I never knew before. My dad was never easy. If you were not with him, you were against him. He had no qualms about divorcing you even if that was not an option. We had our years of trial and turmoil. Today he is childlike. He smiles and flirts with the women. He enjoys the simple things. My greatest memories will not be of my childhood but of our fight to keep him from becoming a vegetable. Our standing Wednesday night date to eat chicken wings has become one of my favorite activities. We leave his wife at home and he goes wild. He flits around and talks to everyone in the restaurant. Thank heavens for a small town. Please keep him in your prayers as he continues on his journey through this life! The greatest man I never knew Lived just down the hall And everyday we said hello But never touched at all He was in his paper I was in my room How was I to know he thought I hung the moon The greatest man I never knew Came home late every night He never had too much to say Too much was on his mind I never really knew him And now it seems so sad Everything he gave to us took all he had Then the days turned into years And the memories to black and white He grew cold like an old winter wind Blowing across my life The greatest words I never heard I guess Ill never hear The man I thought could never die Sbeen dead almost a year He was good at business But there was business left to do He never said he loved me Guess he thought I knew Lyrics sung by Reba McEntire |
| I received this in an email and just had to share it: WOMAN'S POEM Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man who's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong. One who loves to listen long, One who thinks before he speaks, One who'll call, not wait for weeks. I pray he's gainfully employed, When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed. Pulls out my chair and opens my door, Massages my back and begs to do more. Oh! Send me a man, who'll make love to my mind, Knows what to answer to "how big is my behind?" I pray that this man will love me to no end, And always be my very best friend. MAN'S POEM I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac with huge boobs who owns a liquor store and a golf course. This doesn't rhyme and I don't care. |
| For those of you who have read about my dad and his miracle recovery, they were planning a trip to China. They were to leave today at 10:00 am for a 10 day stay to include a 3 day river boat cruise and many tours. My dad got sick on Sunday morning. He has picked up some sort of infection relating to his bladder. They did fluids at the hospital yesterday and some blood tests to check his white cell count. They received a phone call from his doctor yesterday afternoon; she would not advise him taking a 14 hour flight to China. He is heartbroken. He has told everyone for 6 months that he was going to China on his first vacation in many many years. He is very sick and their suitcases sit by the front door. I have to believe there is some unknown reason for this trip being cancelled. Please keep them in your prayers. When I went by yesterday afternoon, it was the saddest thing to see their disappointment. My fear is that they have waited til they are too old to enjoy their retirement..... How sad......... |
I wanna talk about me!! You have to check this out. I don't think I ever had a poem written about me!!!
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If you have not seen this short video, I URGE you go get the tissues, click on the link and watch it. This will hit home especially to those who have aging parents! If it doesn't you do not have a heart at all!  http://parentswish.com When your mother asks, "Do you want a piece of advice?" it is a mere formality. It doesn't matter if you answer yes or no. You're going to get it anyway. Erma Bombeck |
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