Well.....it's been a few days. The crud is slowly leaving my body. One sneeze or vomit at a time. It amazes me how much snot a person can store up. I mean, is that REALLY necessary to have all that snot build-up? What do you think God's plans were in regards to that????? Obviously He never got the crud.
Not much has happened since my last posting. Life has been pretty hum-drum. I haven't cleaned my house in days and it's driving me bonkers. Today I will be taking care of that. Work, on the other hand, has been hopping. Full moon and all the weirdos came out to play.
What shall we talk about? I don't really have anything too earth shattering to talk about. I don't even have much in my phone. Another license plate of someone who pissed me off. Nothing new. And then there's this one note: Do you ever look at people's pictures on the internet and look more at their house than at the people themselves? And when it is someone you know, do you try to figure out where in their house they are at or if they aren't in their house, you try to guess just whose house it really is?
I'm kinda fanatical about it. Well.....I used to be. Probably a good thing I haven't been in a lot of my friends' homes. I used to look to see if people had a "tidy" house in the background. I got over that. I don't know if I got tired of trying to figure out how to go over and organize it for them without hurting their feelings or if I just don't care too much about it finally.
Either way, I don't want you feeling like you have to shampoo the rugs or clean your houses to show me pictures. I'm WAY less fanatical these days than I used to be! But I do still look in the background. I'm not going to lie. I wanna see where the picture was taken. I will never stop that!
Well............where do we go from here? I'm not ready to leave yet!
On my weight loss venue, I am stuck at a loss of 12.6. I can't seem to get off of it. That's a weird place to get stuck, don't you think? At least I'm not gaining anything but I'm ready to get OFF of this plateau!!! I want this weight OFF!!! Am I making myself clear???
And that brings me to my latest and not-so-greatest doctor's visit the other day. Of course, I always know if my A1C is going to be higher or lower than the last and I told them this one might be my highest. I told him that I hadn't had insulin for about 6 weeks and that I want to get OFF of it. Of course he told me this isn't the way to go about getting off of it. So now I have to go back on it! Dammit!!! I can't win for losing.
Well come to find out, I figured my A1C was going to be a chart topping 12.6 since that seems to be "my number," but it wasn't. It was 10.6 Close but no cigar. Guess this little girl is going to be making a few MORE changes in her lifestyle and SOON. Very very soon!!!
So friends, please please please don't tempt me when we're out and about. I don't want a piece of candy. I don't want a piece of cake. I don't even want to go out to eat at a restaurant.....unless I can eat low-carb, healthy crap there. If you really want to be a good friend and help me out, ask me to go for a walk with you. I need that more than anything. Although.....I'm a fast walker. I used to speed walk. I hope you can keep up! HA!!
Until next time.....keep smiling and keep laughing. It gives us the sexiest little lines on our faces and keeps us young. Thanks for reading!
2013/01/27
2013/01/23
A day of the crud
I have been trying to lose some weight since the beginning of the year. I haven't had pop since December 20, 2012. I am so much better at eating healthy snacks when I feel like I need to feed my face.....which is usually nights. I am a terrible night binger. I workout on an ab lounger (thanks to my good cousin Arin) several times a day now. I take raspberry ketones. I have started C25K. I think I have told you all this before. Or else I am losing my mind. There's always that chance. I also do a week of detox once a month. Well, that was the plan. I'll get to that in a bit.
Anyway, the first week, I lost 8 lbs. The second week, I lost 4.6 lbs. The third week, I lost nothing.....but gained nothing. So I'm at a loss of 12.6 lbs. That's a great start for me and I am looking forward to moving on. I hope I am not at a plateau though. I am going to force myself to work it off though. Can't sit and wait to see if that's what's happening.
I started my detox yesterday (Monday). It's a glass of juice. Made purely of 6 stalks of asparagus (minus the little blooms at the top), 1/2 of a lemon and 1/2 of a cucumber. When I drank it, I drank it fast. I was afraid of what it might taste like, and if I didn't like it, I was afraid I wouldn't finish it. It wasn't the worse thing in the world though. The smell was cucumber (which I love) and the only way I know how to describe what it tasted like is a "green lemon." Don't confused that with a lime because it didn't taste like lime. It tasted like a green lemon. My girl at work, Beth, has told me that this detoxing will keep me "on the ball." As of bedtime last night, there was no "ball." By mid morning this morning though.....that "ball" was rolling downhill and it was rolling at a very fast pace if you know what I mean!!!
So today, I felt like crap all day. My sinuses really messed with me...or something. I'm pretty sure it's sinus though. I was down for the count all day long. I had 3 missed calls and my phone was right by my head!! I got up and went to the bathroom once. And that was only because well...........you know...the detox thing!!!
So about 5:35 tonight I get a call from a co-worker. They need me to come in and work. I'm the closest female staff and they need someone fast. Of course I will come in. Who cares if I have a pounding headache, stuffy nose and tight chest! No, I didn't tell him that I felt like the ass of a hyena being drug through the desert,.....by the hind legs.....by a raging bull (I am assuming that is a bad feeling but how would I really know!). If I'm needed, I'm there.
Got to work and got done what needed to be done. In other words, the important stuff. Then it was time to clean the place. I swept the whole building. I mopped the whole building. I cleaned jail cells. I did laundry. And I did it all while wearing a sweatshirt. I emptied all trash cans. And guess what.....I must have sweated out all the bad stuff. I feel a lot better. Just worn out. And how could I feel worn out??? I slept probably 15 hours since last night!!
And to top things off, I didn't take my detoxer today! Dangit!!!! So now I think I will have to start over. On a Wednesday of all days!!! Talk about throwing my stuff off balance!!! Hahaha. Oh well, all for the greater good.
So since I had to work all weekend last weekend and Q was out hunting all weekend...I feel like I haven't seen my husband for a long time. I got up with him this morning but went right to the couch and don't even remember him leaving for work. I remember him calling me while I was dead to the world. I did answer him. (He could take a lesson from that) He said something about jeans and what size did I wear. I mumbled something and hung up. Don't know what I said but the next thing I remember in my fog was him coming in the house, putting some stuff on the table and saying something about jeans again, and then he was gone. And I was out.
So when I woke up at 5pm, I saw this pair of jeans laying on the table with a bag that had a couple of sweatshirts and a pretty aqua blue colored t-shirt. They were from the Fontanelle Lumber Yard. Cool. I assumed the t-shirt and jeans were mine because the jeans said "Lady K" or something on the back pocket and like I said, the t-shirt was pretty. And I also assumed the sweatshirts were Q's. Well, I found out tonight that only the jeans were for me. All the shirts were Q's. Even the pretty blue one. I can probably guilt him out of it if I want it bad enough. I will have to see what it looks like on me. Tomorrow. Too bad the jeans don't fit me. But I'm hoping by years end, they will. Only time will tell. I will keep them one year and if I can't wear them, I will find someone who will.
So anyway, that's about all that's going on in my life. Everything else is quiet. Poor Baby Bella has severe ear infection in both ears. I feel so sorry for her. I hate ear trouble. That and tooth trouble. Ugh! I saw her last on Monday afternoon.....after our day trip to take her momma to the doctor...but I sure do miss her already.
On to something else.....
I have started my list of ingredients that I am going to be buying in advance for "The Gift 2013." That should be a whopper. I have a couponer that is going to get some stuff to donate which I think is freaking fantastic. I wish I could do that couponing thing. It just confuses me and makes me feel really stupid.....so I'm glad there are people out there that can do it; and will help me out. I also need a couple of other things "saved" if someone wants to help out. Let me know. I have 2 gals saving their ice cream buckets for me so that should be plenty. But there's a few more things I'd like to re-use if possible.
My house is clean so I think I will see if my aunt wants some lunch company for tomorrow. 3 days off for me. I won't know what to do with myself!! That's not true. I have to go paint at Kathy's house on Thursday. I hope she got her room ready for me!
Until next time, I hope you are keeping warm and reaching for every single one of your goals in life. I love my readers and am happy to have you around me.
Anyway, the first week, I lost 8 lbs. The second week, I lost 4.6 lbs. The third week, I lost nothing.....but gained nothing. So I'm at a loss of 12.6 lbs. That's a great start for me and I am looking forward to moving on. I hope I am not at a plateau though. I am going to force myself to work it off though. Can't sit and wait to see if that's what's happening.
I started my detox yesterday (Monday). It's a glass of juice. Made purely of 6 stalks of asparagus (minus the little blooms at the top), 1/2 of a lemon and 1/2 of a cucumber. When I drank it, I drank it fast. I was afraid of what it might taste like, and if I didn't like it, I was afraid I wouldn't finish it. It wasn't the worse thing in the world though. The smell was cucumber (which I love) and the only way I know how to describe what it tasted like is a "green lemon." Don't confused that with a lime because it didn't taste like lime. It tasted like a green lemon. My girl at work, Beth, has told me that this detoxing will keep me "on the ball." As of bedtime last night, there was no "ball." By mid morning this morning though.....that "ball" was rolling downhill and it was rolling at a very fast pace if you know what I mean!!!
So today, I felt like crap all day. My sinuses really messed with me...or something. I'm pretty sure it's sinus though. I was down for the count all day long. I had 3 missed calls and my phone was right by my head!! I got up and went to the bathroom once. And that was only because well...........you know...the detox thing!!!
So about 5:35 tonight I get a call from a co-worker. They need me to come in and work. I'm the closest female staff and they need someone fast. Of course I will come in. Who cares if I have a pounding headache, stuffy nose and tight chest! No, I didn't tell him that I felt like the ass of a hyena being drug through the desert,.....by the hind legs.....by a raging bull (I am assuming that is a bad feeling but how would I really know!). If I'm needed, I'm there.
Got to work and got done what needed to be done. In other words, the important stuff. Then it was time to clean the place. I swept the whole building. I mopped the whole building. I cleaned jail cells. I did laundry. And I did it all while wearing a sweatshirt. I emptied all trash cans. And guess what.....I must have sweated out all the bad stuff. I feel a lot better. Just worn out. And how could I feel worn out??? I slept probably 15 hours since last night!!
And to top things off, I didn't take my detoxer today! Dangit!!!! So now I think I will have to start over. On a Wednesday of all days!!! Talk about throwing my stuff off balance!!! Hahaha. Oh well, all for the greater good.
So since I had to work all weekend last weekend and Q was out hunting all weekend...I feel like I haven't seen my husband for a long time. I got up with him this morning but went right to the couch and don't even remember him leaving for work. I remember him calling me while I was dead to the world. I did answer him. (He could take a lesson from that) He said something about jeans and what size did I wear. I mumbled something and hung up. Don't know what I said but the next thing I remember in my fog was him coming in the house, putting some stuff on the table and saying something about jeans again, and then he was gone. And I was out.
So when I woke up at 5pm, I saw this pair of jeans laying on the table with a bag that had a couple of sweatshirts and a pretty aqua blue colored t-shirt. They were from the Fontanelle Lumber Yard. Cool. I assumed the t-shirt and jeans were mine because the jeans said "Lady K" or something on the back pocket and like I said, the t-shirt was pretty. And I also assumed the sweatshirts were Q's. Well, I found out tonight that only the jeans were for me. All the shirts were Q's. Even the pretty blue one. I can probably guilt him out of it if I want it bad enough. I will have to see what it looks like on me. Tomorrow. Too bad the jeans don't fit me. But I'm hoping by years end, they will. Only time will tell. I will keep them one year and if I can't wear them, I will find someone who will.
So anyway, that's about all that's going on in my life. Everything else is quiet. Poor Baby Bella has severe ear infection in both ears. I feel so sorry for her. I hate ear trouble. That and tooth trouble. Ugh! I saw her last on Monday afternoon.....after our day trip to take her momma to the doctor...but I sure do miss her already.
On to something else.....
I have started my list of ingredients that I am going to be buying in advance for "The Gift 2013." That should be a whopper. I have a couponer that is going to get some stuff to donate which I think is freaking fantastic. I wish I could do that couponing thing. It just confuses me and makes me feel really stupid.....so I'm glad there are people out there that can do it; and will help me out. I also need a couple of other things "saved" if someone wants to help out. Let me know. I have 2 gals saving their ice cream buckets for me so that should be plenty. But there's a few more things I'd like to re-use if possible.
My house is clean so I think I will see if my aunt wants some lunch company for tomorrow. 3 days off for me. I won't know what to do with myself!! That's not true. I have to go paint at Kathy's house on Thursday. I hope she got her room ready for me!
Until next time, I hope you are keeping warm and reaching for every single one of your goals in life. I love my readers and am happy to have you around me.
2013/01/19
I am only an aunt
So...........Thursday was the last day in my 10-day "stint" at work so I thought I would celebrate by having Miss Bella spend the night with us and then spend the whole day Friday with me. And so it was.
I picked her up at the babysitters on Friday evening and brought her home. She had a lot of fun and played with Quintin and watched me in the kitchen. She ate some food and we had a good ole time playing and then she and I took a bath. This little girl loves taking a bath. She laughs and laughs and gets the washrag wet, sucks some water out of it, wets it, sucks the water out..... aaaaaaaand repeat. She seems to be obsessed with my belly button ring too. She just can't quite grasp it. Both figuratively and literally.
So after the bath, lotion fest and jammies. And to get her to lay still while putting a diaper on her is a lot of exercise for this fat woman!! Still, I was having fun. Quintin was having fun. Bella was having fun.... well she was for a while. Then she got really tired, really fast.
It is at this point that I get this vision in my head of me cradling the young child in the warm blanket and she goes to sleep with a smile on her face and a "coo" in her breath. I don't know where that vision comes from. But what really happens is this: I cradle her in the blanket (the same blanket she uses EVERYTIME she comes to our house), sit in the rocking chair, and quietly talk to her. And this is how it really ends up: I give her to Quintin, who is laying all spread out in his recliner (because the upright position might just kill him) and he lays her on her back, on his stomach, and she goes right to sleep. Now that's BS!
When she's good and asleep, I take her upstairs and put her in the crib that is set up in our bedroom and I turn on the nightlight. She stays asleep so I take inventory of what I have in the room and what I don't have.....that I may need. So back downstairs to get a diaper, wipes, powder, an extra set of clothes... yada yada yada. I get it all set on the cornerstand by her bed and stop and just look at her. Peacefully sleeping and get this..... she coos in her sleep!!! That is too cute!!!
So when Q and I finally get to bed, I am exhausted. I always tell myself not to sleep too sound because I don't want to NOT hear her. I'm so afraid she will need something in the night and I will sleep through it. No worries, I got this. Off to dreamland we all go. Lights out.
I remember dreaming about work, and then all of a sudden.....did you hear that??? Bella moved. I heard her move. I look over and she's still sound asleep; just changed positions. Lay down. Fall asleep. I heard it again! She moved again. I check her. Everything is fine. "Ok Shellie, stop this! You don't have to physically check her every time she moves." This is what I was telling myself in my head. Fine, back to sleep.
"Waaa" and I'm out of that bed like I had been shot from a cannon. I turn on the nightlight and she has grabbed her bottle, taken a drink and is holding it COMPLETELY ASLEEP in the 1.6 seconds it took me to get from my bed to hers!!! Unbelievable!!! Back to bed and start over.
Every single time that child moved, I was awake. So it comes as no surprise that at 3 something o'clock in the morning, I am wide awake and have NOTHING to do!!! Had it been ANY other day of the week, I would have just went downstairs and started cleaning or dusting or something but NO..... my cleaning lady comes that morning so I can't do any cleaning. Because my wonderful husband brought it to my attention that I tend to be "one of those women" that I hated to clean houses for. The ones that cleaned for the cleaning lady. *sigh*
Anyway.....moving on..... there I laid. Some of you may remember reading my Facebook status that said something to the effect of "Here I am.....3:30 in the morning and wide awake (Me, not baby Bella). So wouldn't you know..... Bella was a perfect little angel all night. She didn't cry again. She didn't need anything. Wouldn't you know!?!
I laid in my bed until 6am and then I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get up. I did move Bella to our bed and told Q she was there. I think deep down, I was hoping she would wake up BUT NOOOO! She was in a deep sleep and wasn't going to wake up just yet! I made breakfast for her as we were starting our morning earlier than usual. I got her clothes laid out for the day. Got the diaper bag ready to go. Everything taken out to the car, went to Casey's and put gas in the car for our "road trip," and started Q's pickup so it would be nice and warm when he went to work.
When I went upstairs, I made the mistake of letting Buddy go up with me. He jumped up on the bed and right on Bella. HE woke her up! And she was pissed! She cried and looked at him like he was in some kind of trouble lol. I took her downstairs and we got ready for our day.
She wouldn't lay still for her diaper & clothes change. She cried when I put her in her walker. She wouldn't eat or drink ANYTHING I gave her. Ugh, it was miserable. So, I did what anybody would do. I got her coat on her and away we went. To Bedford we go!!! She was asleep about 3 miles out of town. We let Kenny Chesney serenade us all morning. One stop in Corning and back on the road.
When we got to Bedford, she was all giggles and smiles. She had a good time playing with a puppy (that coincidentally is named Bella) and meeting my aunt and uncle. She got to play with some kids at my niece's daycare for a little bit while I visited with my family. My little great-nephew thought she was pretty cool. He pulled her binky out of her mouth and pointed at her and said, "What's that???" Oh man, he is too cute. I think it threw him off to see me with a child.
Time for lunch. We went to the Junction Cafe and man, was it delicious. She loved the mashed taters & gravy, cottage cheese and chocolate pudding (she really loved that). She had some of these things while we were waiting. They are snacks for babies that look like cheese puffs. I didn't taste one because for some reason, I don't think they taste like cheese puffs. And then....if they did.... I would have ate all the baby's snacks. And that wouldn't be nice now, would it???
Back on the road. We stopped at Kathy's house and chatted for a little while. Bella was exhausted. Well of course she was! She had fallen asleep after I filled up her little belly with Junction food!! She got a whole 20 minute power nap in. So then we headed back north. She got to sleep another 25 minutes or so and we stopped at my house. (Poor girl didn't get to stick to her routine AT ALL!)
Change of clothes after a spit bath (I didn't really spit on her, I promise) and let her unwind for a little bit. Now back to the car where we head to Des Moines to meet Kathy and Jackie, who are staying up there for the weekend to celebrate Jackie's 23rd birthday. On the way up, I was talking to Kathy on the phone and I said, "You know, Bella hasn't pooped all day. That worries me a little bit." I gave her a little 50/50 apple juice/water. She was happy and slept most of the way up there.
Before going to the motel, we dropped off at a Goodwill store where I found some cute little overalls for Bella and a pair of black slip-ons. They are a little big but she can wear them for a while now. As we get in the car, I smell it. THAT SMELL. Oh my gosh how do babies do that??? Well, I pretty much asked for it, didn't I?
I called Kathy and asked where they were staying and all that info and headed there. Taking a wrong turn and missing the road I was supposed to be on.....this is why I don't like driving up there.....we finally arrive. And not a minute too soon. I was gagging as I was carrying Miss Bella into the hotel. Oh dear!!!
Got her changed and she was happy then. Man, that smell was wretched though. Yuck!!! I put the nasty smelling thing in a bag but that didn't really contain it very well. Ten minutes later, guess what. Yes! She did it again!!! I kid you not!!! Thankfully Kathy took over and changed her because I wasn't going to be able to eat dinner if I had to look at poop again!!! Poor kid. I don't know what would have happened if we were on the road and it happened that way.
Luckily, we got to dinner and nobody got hurt. It was a surprise though. I let Kathy drive us there and scared the living heebee jeebees out of me. Dinner was at Applebees and Sheila joined us and we had a blast. Of course, if I wasn't picking up food from the floor (yes, I'm one of THOSE) that Bella dropped while eating, I was picking ice out of my crotch because well...let's just say, Bella thought I was getting too hot in there!
So, as exhausting as it was.....it was a great time. I love that little girl. And I will do it again. And again. And again. Ugh, I hope I lost a pound or two doing that!!!
I picked her up at the babysitters on Friday evening and brought her home. She had a lot of fun and played with Quintin and watched me in the kitchen. She ate some food and we had a good ole time playing and then she and I took a bath. This little girl loves taking a bath. She laughs and laughs and gets the washrag wet, sucks some water out of it, wets it, sucks the water out..... aaaaaaaand repeat. She seems to be obsessed with my belly button ring too. She just can't quite grasp it. Both figuratively and literally.
So after the bath, lotion fest and jammies. And to get her to lay still while putting a diaper on her is a lot of exercise for this fat woman!! Still, I was having fun. Quintin was having fun. Bella was having fun.... well she was for a while. Then she got really tired, really fast.
It is at this point that I get this vision in my head of me cradling the young child in the warm blanket and she goes to sleep with a smile on her face and a "coo" in her breath. I don't know where that vision comes from. But what really happens is this: I cradle her in the blanket (the same blanket she uses EVERYTIME she comes to our house), sit in the rocking chair, and quietly talk to her. And this is how it really ends up: I give her to Quintin, who is laying all spread out in his recliner (because the upright position might just kill him) and he lays her on her back, on his stomach, and she goes right to sleep. Now that's BS!
When she's good and asleep, I take her upstairs and put her in the crib that is set up in our bedroom and I turn on the nightlight. She stays asleep so I take inventory of what I have in the room and what I don't have.....that I may need. So back downstairs to get a diaper, wipes, powder, an extra set of clothes... yada yada yada. I get it all set on the cornerstand by her bed and stop and just look at her. Peacefully sleeping and get this..... she coos in her sleep!!! That is too cute!!!
So when Q and I finally get to bed, I am exhausted. I always tell myself not to sleep too sound because I don't want to NOT hear her. I'm so afraid she will need something in the night and I will sleep through it. No worries, I got this. Off to dreamland we all go. Lights out.
I remember dreaming about work, and then all of a sudden.....did you hear that??? Bella moved. I heard her move. I look over and she's still sound asleep; just changed positions. Lay down. Fall asleep. I heard it again! She moved again. I check her. Everything is fine. "Ok Shellie, stop this! You don't have to physically check her every time she moves." This is what I was telling myself in my head. Fine, back to sleep.
"Waaa" and I'm out of that bed like I had been shot from a cannon. I turn on the nightlight and she has grabbed her bottle, taken a drink and is holding it COMPLETELY ASLEEP in the 1.6 seconds it took me to get from my bed to hers!!! Unbelievable!!! Back to bed and start over.
Every single time that child moved, I was awake. So it comes as no surprise that at 3 something o'clock in the morning, I am wide awake and have NOTHING to do!!! Had it been ANY other day of the week, I would have just went downstairs and started cleaning or dusting or something but NO..... my cleaning lady comes that morning so I can't do any cleaning. Because my wonderful husband brought it to my attention that I tend to be "one of those women" that I hated to clean houses for. The ones that cleaned for the cleaning lady. *sigh*
Anyway.....moving on..... there I laid. Some of you may remember reading my Facebook status that said something to the effect of "Here I am.....3:30 in the morning and wide awake (Me, not baby Bella). So wouldn't you know..... Bella was a perfect little angel all night. She didn't cry again. She didn't need anything. Wouldn't you know!?!
I laid in my bed until 6am and then I couldn't take it anymore. I had to get up. I did move Bella to our bed and told Q she was there. I think deep down, I was hoping she would wake up BUT NOOOO! She was in a deep sleep and wasn't going to wake up just yet! I made breakfast for her as we were starting our morning earlier than usual. I got her clothes laid out for the day. Got the diaper bag ready to go. Everything taken out to the car, went to Casey's and put gas in the car for our "road trip," and started Q's pickup so it would be nice and warm when he went to work.
When I went upstairs, I made the mistake of letting Buddy go up with me. He jumped up on the bed and right on Bella. HE woke her up! And she was pissed! She cried and looked at him like he was in some kind of trouble lol. I took her downstairs and we got ready for our day.
She wouldn't lay still for her diaper & clothes change. She cried when I put her in her walker. She wouldn't eat or drink ANYTHING I gave her. Ugh, it was miserable. So, I did what anybody would do. I got her coat on her and away we went. To Bedford we go!!! She was asleep about 3 miles out of town. We let Kenny Chesney serenade us all morning. One stop in Corning and back on the road.
When we got to Bedford, she was all giggles and smiles. She had a good time playing with a puppy (that coincidentally is named Bella) and meeting my aunt and uncle. She got to play with some kids at my niece's daycare for a little bit while I visited with my family. My little great-nephew thought she was pretty cool. He pulled her binky out of her mouth and pointed at her and said, "What's that???" Oh man, he is too cute. I think it threw him off to see me with a child.
Time for lunch. We went to the Junction Cafe and man, was it delicious. She loved the mashed taters & gravy, cottage cheese and chocolate pudding (she really loved that). She had some of these things while we were waiting. They are snacks for babies that look like cheese puffs. I didn't taste one because for some reason, I don't think they taste like cheese puffs. And then....if they did.... I would have ate all the baby's snacks. And that wouldn't be nice now, would it???
Back on the road. We stopped at Kathy's house and chatted for a little while. Bella was exhausted. Well of course she was! She had fallen asleep after I filled up her little belly with Junction food!! She got a whole 20 minute power nap in. So then we headed back north. She got to sleep another 25 minutes or so and we stopped at my house. (Poor girl didn't get to stick to her routine AT ALL!)
Change of clothes after a spit bath (I didn't really spit on her, I promise) and let her unwind for a little bit. Now back to the car where we head to Des Moines to meet Kathy and Jackie, who are staying up there for the weekend to celebrate Jackie's 23rd birthday. On the way up, I was talking to Kathy on the phone and I said, "You know, Bella hasn't pooped all day. That worries me a little bit." I gave her a little 50/50 apple juice/water. She was happy and slept most of the way up there.
Before going to the motel, we dropped off at a Goodwill store where I found some cute little overalls for Bella and a pair of black slip-ons. They are a little big but she can wear them for a while now. As we get in the car, I smell it. THAT SMELL. Oh my gosh how do babies do that??? Well, I pretty much asked for it, didn't I?
I called Kathy and asked where they were staying and all that info and headed there. Taking a wrong turn and missing the road I was supposed to be on.....this is why I don't like driving up there.....we finally arrive. And not a minute too soon. I was gagging as I was carrying Miss Bella into the hotel. Oh dear!!!
Got her changed and she was happy then. Man, that smell was wretched though. Yuck!!! I put the nasty smelling thing in a bag but that didn't really contain it very well. Ten minutes later, guess what. Yes! She did it again!!! I kid you not!!! Thankfully Kathy took over and changed her because I wasn't going to be able to eat dinner if I had to look at poop again!!! Poor kid. I don't know what would have happened if we were on the road and it happened that way.
Luckily, we got to dinner and nobody got hurt. It was a surprise though. I let Kathy drive us there and scared the living heebee jeebees out of me. Dinner was at Applebees and Sheila joined us and we had a blast. Of course, if I wasn't picking up food from the floor (yes, I'm one of THOSE) that Bella dropped while eating, I was picking ice out of my crotch because well...let's just say, Bella thought I was getting too hot in there!
So, as exhausting as it was.....it was a great time. I love that little girl. And I will do it again. And again. And again. Ugh, I hope I lost a pound or two doing that!!!
2013/01/15
I don't even have a title
I don't really have anything to talk about tonight. This could go anywhere. Or nowhere. Just feel like I should be here.
Yesterday was the 8 year mark of my niece, Ashley's death. It's always a craptastic day. The first thing I always think of when I wake up on January 14th is how that day started for me and how it went downhill so fast. I don't know if I will ever stop re-living it.
Everytime I try to jot a few things down on here, something gets in the way. Ugh, life!! Really!!!
Looking through my phone for things to talk about. I have a memo pad on my phone that I talk to. It's not always good. It's not always bad. It's not always legible since I talk into it and it types what it thinks I say. Kathy and I were going to Des Moines one day and I was going to tell my friend (that lives up there) where we were at on the interstate. This is what I say into the phone: We just passed the Earlham exit. This is what the phone typed: We just passed the girl in Texas.
Yeah...gotta be creative when reading some messages from me. When I go to the town of Creston....my phone will tell anyone that I am going to or am in Kristin. If I were a man, that would be truly funny (unless my wife or gf wasn't named Kristin). Ok, that went in a completely opposite direction than it was supposed to. Let's move on to the phone messages.
I have some license plates in my phone of people that have pissed me off on the road. Surprisingly enough, Sheila's plate number is not in here yet. And I stress that word YET. Here's a good one. Have you ever accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake? LOL Yeah....neither have I! Well...except for the other day. I don't remember now, what happened but it must have been funny enough for me to take memo on it!
Hmmm well the next one...and the only other thing I have on there...is about money. That evil evil thing we all crave and long for. I like money but it isn't what makes me. Having money doesn't make you a better person and it doesn't make you a kinder person. Hell if anything it USUALLY makes you a worse person. Money is like a compliment. It inflates you.
I have seen people, with my own eyes, try to act different or be different, to people that have more money and always wonder why. Do they think their money will like them better? Do they think they are going to shower them with money because they are kissing their ass? I just can't stand to see someone go out of their way to get approval from somebody that has money. And it's usually pretty obvious when they do it.
I know lots of people with lots of money. I also know lots more people that don't have any money. I seem to like the broke bitches better. They are more real about life and about what really goes on out there in the real world around them. I have 5 living brothers and sisters and 5 of those have more money than me. Not one of them are any better than me though. Not that I think they act like it. I'm not saying that.
I do know people though, that have siblings with more money and the "richer" one treats the "less richer" one like crap. Like they are beneath them. I've never been able to wrap my head around it. Why would you treat your brother or sister like that? I just shake my head and keep going on about my business.
I guess it's safe to say that I will never have money. And not because I would spend it; but because I love to give. If I was down to my last twenty dollars and saw someone that truly needed something that I could help give them, I would do it in a heartbeat. There's nothing more rewarding to me than to help someone; to make them smile; to help them understand and realize that there are people out there who give a damn.
Well.....that's about all I got for tonight. I can't seem to get my head in the game. Just thought I should check in. I hope you all are having a wonderful week. January is half over. We are almost one twelfth of a year down. Time flies when you're having fun. Until next time...I will be swimming with trying to find a date for this year's staycation and making my list of goodies that I will need for "The Gift 2013."
Yesterday was the 8 year mark of my niece, Ashley's death. It's always a craptastic day. The first thing I always think of when I wake up on January 14th is how that day started for me and how it went downhill so fast. I don't know if I will ever stop re-living it.
Everytime I try to jot a few things down on here, something gets in the way. Ugh, life!! Really!!!
Looking through my phone for things to talk about. I have a memo pad on my phone that I talk to. It's not always good. It's not always bad. It's not always legible since I talk into it and it types what it thinks I say. Kathy and I were going to Des Moines one day and I was going to tell my friend (that lives up there) where we were at on the interstate. This is what I say into the phone: We just passed the Earlham exit. This is what the phone typed: We just passed the girl in Texas.
Yeah...gotta be creative when reading some messages from me. When I go to the town of Creston....my phone will tell anyone that I am going to or am in Kristin. If I were a man, that would be truly funny (unless my wife or gf wasn't named Kristin). Ok, that went in a completely opposite direction than it was supposed to. Let's move on to the phone messages.
I have some license plates in my phone of people that have pissed me off on the road. Surprisingly enough, Sheila's plate number is not in here yet. And I stress that word YET. Here's a good one. Have you ever accidentally stepped on the gas pedal instead of the brake? LOL Yeah....neither have I! Well...except for the other day. I don't remember now, what happened but it must have been funny enough for me to take memo on it!
Hmmm well the next one...and the only other thing I have on there...is about money. That evil evil thing we all crave and long for. I like money but it isn't what makes me. Having money doesn't make you a better person and it doesn't make you a kinder person. Hell if anything it USUALLY makes you a worse person. Money is like a compliment. It inflates you.
I have seen people, with my own eyes, try to act different or be different, to people that have more money and always wonder why. Do they think their money will like them better? Do they think they are going to shower them with money because they are kissing their ass? I just can't stand to see someone go out of their way to get approval from somebody that has money. And it's usually pretty obvious when they do it.
I know lots of people with lots of money. I also know lots more people that don't have any money. I seem to like the broke bitches better. They are more real about life and about what really goes on out there in the real world around them. I have 5 living brothers and sisters and 5 of those have more money than me. Not one of them are any better than me though. Not that I think they act like it. I'm not saying that.
I do know people though, that have siblings with more money and the "richer" one treats the "less richer" one like crap. Like they are beneath them. I've never been able to wrap my head around it. Why would you treat your brother or sister like that? I just shake my head and keep going on about my business.
I guess it's safe to say that I will never have money. And not because I would spend it; but because I love to give. If I was down to my last twenty dollars and saw someone that truly needed something that I could help give them, I would do it in a heartbeat. There's nothing more rewarding to me than to help someone; to make them smile; to help them understand and realize that there are people out there who give a damn.
Well.....that's about all I got for tonight. I can't seem to get my head in the game. Just thought I should check in. I hope you all are having a wonderful week. January is half over. We are almost one twelfth of a year down. Time flies when you're having fun. Until next time...I will be swimming with trying to find a date for this year's staycation and making my list of goodies that I will need for "The Gift 2013."
2013/01/10
Endless energy
Good evening! I finally got a chance to sit down for a little bit. I have been on the go since I got home from work!
One of my 2013 goals is to get healthier and get off that damned insulin…..you know, that insulin I haven’t ever gotten a refill of because my doctor didn’t think my blood was enough. She wanted to SEE me too. They tell me this AFTER I had left town. No matter. I am not going to need it by the time I see her anyway. And yes, I will be seeing her at the end of the month.
Another one of my goals for 2013 is to be off the Metformin. And to be totally honest with you…I am terrified of that one. I have been on this medicine for years and I love it. It helps me control my appetite as well as helping keep my blood sugar down. Well, when I eat right anyway. -_- Don’t call me and chew me out Kay! I am getting better at it!!!
Moving on…..Today was my second day of working out to the C25K. That is “couch to 5K” for those of you that don’t know. I absolutely love it. You see, jogging is something that I LOVE. The problem is…it HATES me! It never fails…..if I go out and jog on the road, I will vomit. Profusely but not projectile. Although…..I have ALWAYS wanted to…..just once…..projectile vomit! I bet you’re glad to know this information, huh?
The C25K thing works perfectly right for me because I only job for a set amount of time and then it’s right back to brisk walking. Totally doable for a fat lady like me! We’ll see as it progresses, how I do. As of right now, I am in love with it. The dogs are hilarious when I am working out. Annie stands on her hind legs and I grab her front paws and we dance. Then Buddy wants in on the action and he stands on his hind legs but he won't let me dance with him while holding his legs. He just dances in his own space. When I really get into it, I am "barking" orders like, "Don't stop moving team! YOU could be the team leader if you would just keep moving! We only have 5 minutes left team, 5 MINUTES!!! We can do this! Follow me!"
Oh yes, if any of my neighbors looked in, they would be calling for the little white jacket and ordering up a vacation for me! I'm sure of it!!!! The dogs love it when exercise time is over though.
I took my stinky self and headed for the kitchen. Time to make some homemade laundry soap. I guess this stuff has been around a long long time. Nobody ever made it in my house. I remember lugging those stoopid boxes of Cheer home from the grocery store. I wish my mom would have made THIS stuff. Of course, I would have just had to lug that crap home from the store too. Have I ever mentioned I hate going to the grocery store???
For those of you that think I’m a regular Suzi Homemaker…*cough Wanda cough* you’re wrong. I prefer Betty Crocker better! HA! No really, at first I guess I thought I was just cheap. But I’m really not cheap. Frugal? For the record, I thought I better look this word up.
Frugal: economical in use or expenditure; prudently saving or sparing; not wasteful. entailing little expense; requiring few resources; meager; scanty.
Synonyms: thrifty, chary, provident, careful, prudent, penny-wise, scrimping; miserly, Scotch, penny-pinching scant, slim, sparing, skimpy.
(Thank you dictionary.com)
I don't know about that "Scotch" thing though. I thought that was some kind of drink! So whaddya think? Am I frugal? Yeah, I agree. I also make my own homemade Clorox clean-up and Febreze. I love them and use them all the time.
I will post the recipes I use. You can use them or not. It’s totally up to you.
DIY Laundry Soap (given to me by a friend)
2 bars Fells Naptha Soap (.98 @ Wal-Mart). This is an old fashioned washing soap
Arm & Hammer washing soda (55 oz box $5.95) Don’t confuse this with baking soda. They are different.
Borax (55 oz box $3.95) This will be enough for 4 batches of laundry soap. This is a natural alternative to color safe bleach for 115 years.
5-6 one quart canning jars.
In a large sauce pan, gently warm 6 cups of water. Grate both bars of soap using a box grater. Add to warming water and stir until dissolved. Keep this on low. DO NOT let it boil or you will end up with soap suds everywhere! I have not done this YET!
Once the soap is melted (and it takes a while constantly stirring), take your pan off the burner and stir in 2 cups of borax and 2 cups of washing soda. Stir until combined. Spoon equally into 4 quart jars. Add enough water to come up to the shoulder of the jar.
Put the lids on them and let sit overnight.
The soap will harden into what feels like cornmeal mush in the bottom of the jar. In the bowl of your stand mixer (I use my Kitchen Aid), or in a large bowl with a hand mixer, pour liquid from one jar. Take a knife and sort of slice up the soap left in the bottom and add to the bowl. You can take a couple tablespoons of hot water and swish around the bottom of the jar to get it all out (if you’re frugal like that).
Starting on low and gradually increasing to medium high, whip the soap until it becomes fluffy and pale yellow. It will look like a yellow whipped cream when it is ready. Then, put it back into the jar and seal it up. Repeat with the other 3 jars.
Use a tablespoon at a time. This is very concentrated. It IS HE friendly. Just put it in the drum rather than in the drawer. My friend Shan uses it in her front loader all the time. This soap will have a citrus smell to it. You can add essential oils like tea tree or lavender or whatever suits your fancy. I do not. Ever. I like this smell and my husband actually likes it too. Go figure.
So for less than $15, you can wash clothes for months…..maybe even a year! I tell you folks, this stuff is pretty great. Now…..the ONLY complaint I have about it is this: When I wash my dark clothes in cold water, it has left a little residue. I seem to be the only person in America that this has happened to though. I wonder if water pressure has anything to do with it. Hmmmmm. So that’s that.
NO DISHWASHING LIQUID?
1 tablespoon of liquid laundry detergent in a basin of hot water will cut grease on dirty dishes equally well.
To tackle cooked on gunk, fill the grungy pan with hot water and a tablespoon of fabric softener and soak before sudsing in your detergent bath that is described above. Rinse all items.
(Thank you to whatever magazine I cut this tidbit out of)
FAKE CLOROX CLEAN-UP
¼ c. bleach
1 teaspoon laundry soap
Water to fill the bottle
Shake. Voila! Done!
FAKE WINDEX
1/8 c. white ammonia
¼ c. rubbing alcohol
1 drop laundry detergent
Water to fill bottle
FAKE FEBREEZE
1/8 c. liquid fabric softener
2 tablespoons baking soda
Hot water to fill bottle
And here’s one I haven’t used yet so I don‘t know if it works. You’d think I’d keep this one in barrels!
SPIDER KILLER
1 c. vinegar
1 c. pepper powder (what is this????)
1 teaspoon oil (vegetable oil)
1 teaspoon liquid soap (like soft soap)
Put in spray bottle and spray outside doors and windows.
Thanks to whatever blog I was reading about cleaning that gave me those fancy shmancy little gems. And that is the conclusion of this blog. Ohhhhhh by the way, I did make about eight mini loaves of the best and easiest banana bread on the planet when I was done with the soap!!! Just 3 ingredients!!! Aren’t I just amazing????? HA!
2013/01/08
Found in the back of the safe
And speaking of the coonhound…I have to share this because…although it may not be funny to you…I just about pissed myself laughing. Quintin had some ramen noodles (between naps) and he’s probably the only one I know that eats ramen with a fork but he does. So he’s done eating and he’s sitting there holding his bowl and fork and Annie…that’s the coonhound… comes over to him and nudges his hand. Out of the corner of my eye, I see her do this. I also see him try to poke her with his fork. She got away though, before he could actually get her.
ME: “Did you really just poke Annie with your fork?” I am trying desperately to get my eyes to stay open.
HIM: “I tried but she moved before I could.”
ME: “Why would you do that?”
HIM: “To see if she was done.”
Silence. I am staring at the TV like a zombie. What he had just said was not registering in my brain. After about a whole minute, it hits me. She’s not a steak!!! I burst out laughing and I say “You are so dumb, I just got that!” (Who really looks like the dumb one here???) He looks at me and says “It took you THAT long to understand what I just said?” The whole time I am laughing hysterically. And I’m laughing again as I am typing this. Maybe that was one of those “you had to be there” moments. I don’t know. I thought it was funny!!!
I will end this for now. I’m sure I had much more to say but my body is telling me to go to bed. I have platters to put together in the morning. And laundry to fold. And dishes to put away. And a living room to vacuum. And a job to go to. *sigh* I need a magic wand.
One more thing, before I forget…..I have had SEVERAL people ask if I am going to do the “The Gift” again next year. That’s a big hell yeah!! I hope for it to be bigger and better next year though. More organized. Have days where several people can come and help mix and bake and then another day or two when we can all get together and deliver to different areas the same day!!! I will start buying things as soon as I can. Deep freeze. I need another deep freeze. Actually two deep freezes if possible. If you hear of one that isn’t too far away and isn’t too expensive, let me know. I need one chest style and one upright.
I need a nap
Trying to blog today but I just can't get into it. I think that has a little something to do with our dog, Annie. I think she missed her calling in life. She's not a coon hound by any means. We have brought animals to her and all she wants to do is lick them to death. No...I think Annie's real calling was to be a hog. Yes...a big pig. And a lap hog at that!
This hog wants nothing more than to be held like a baby, to sleep in our bed, and to eat anything and everything she can get her big mouth onto! And to make the problem worse... my husband enables her behavior. Well he did. We will see what tonight brings!
Annie has her own food dish with her own food in it; and Buddy has his own food dish with his own puppy food in it. The problem is that Annie will wait until nobody is looking, or we're in the other room, and then sneak some of Buddy's food. She knows it's wrong or she wouldn't wait until we're preoccupied with other things before trying it.
When Tucker went to his new home, it was a little confusing for Annie and Buddy. Buddy sleeps in our bed all the time. Well, after Tucker moved out, all Annie wants to do is go in and out of the house, looking for Tucker. There's a game I don't like to play. I think they are both getting used to the fact that Tucker doesn't live her anymore but when he first left, Q thought it would be alright to let Annie sleep in bed with us. Because she always slept in the kennel with Tucker. He just didn't want her to feel lonely.
So it's been over a week and that damned hog is still sleeping in our bed. Last night Q went to bed about a half hour before me and when I got up there, Annie was laying on my pillow. She raised her head to look at me when I came in the room and then laid it back down as if to say, "I don't know where you think you're going to sleep."
I told her to move over and she just laid there. I gave her a nudge to help her understand the "MOVE" I was almost yelling. And of course Q sleeps through the whole damned thing! I pick the hog up and lay her right next to Q and say "Stay by daddy or mommy will lay on you and maybe suffocate you." Yes.....I threatened my dog. Bite me.
Buddy has decided that he won't sleep in the same bed with her so he came up just long enough to check it out and then he went right back downstairs. I think she bothers him too. Fricken hog! I woke up at 12:37am and the hog was spread eagle laying cross ways between the husband and myself. Of course, he is oblivious...so I swing her around and tell her to stay off my blanket.
I can be kinda vicious when I'm woke up. Back to sleep until about 03:08. I had had enough of this crap. I was exhausted and just wanted my stoopid blanket to myself!!! That hog was laying on it and she wasn't moving for anything!! I tried pulling the blanket out from under her but it was a no-go. That bitch was all dead weight. I had it!!! I threw the blankets so she was covered and I stomped downstairs.
Buddy was sitting on the couch just waiting for me. He must have known. I grabbed a blanket off my chair and laid down on the futon. Only to find that I really really need to wash the cover!! UGH!!!
Finally I fell asleep. But I was cursing that hog the whole time! I heard Q's alarm go off at 5:45 and the first thing out of his mouth was, "You kicked mommy out of bed Annie??" Oh yes she did! 'Cause she's a hog!! The first thing Annie did was come to the couch and sniff my hair. I looked up at her and said, "Get away from me!" She went and sat by the back door and waited for Daddy to put her out.
Before I left for work, she got her food & water dishes put outside. She knew then that she had made me mad. There will be no coming inside tonight, until it's bedtime. Chomp on that you big hog!! Oh I'm so mad at her, I could just smack her. But I won't. I gave her a beggin strip before I left and she will probably get a bacon wrapped cracker when I get home. Because I'm a softie when it comes to my animals. Unless it's 3:00am.
So my plans for the day are to finish my shift, go home, take a nap, clean my closet out and maybe go visit grandpa and grandma. I sure can't wait for that nap!!! But tonight will be the creme de la creme. Back in my bed with Buddy at my back. Ahhh life is good!
This hog wants nothing more than to be held like a baby, to sleep in our bed, and to eat anything and everything she can get her big mouth onto! And to make the problem worse... my husband enables her behavior. Well he did. We will see what tonight brings!
Annie has her own food dish with her own food in it; and Buddy has his own food dish with his own puppy food in it. The problem is that Annie will wait until nobody is looking, or we're in the other room, and then sneak some of Buddy's food. She knows it's wrong or she wouldn't wait until we're preoccupied with other things before trying it.
When Tucker went to his new home, it was a little confusing for Annie and Buddy. Buddy sleeps in our bed all the time. Well, after Tucker moved out, all Annie wants to do is go in and out of the house, looking for Tucker. There's a game I don't like to play. I think they are both getting used to the fact that Tucker doesn't live her anymore but when he first left, Q thought it would be alright to let Annie sleep in bed with us. Because she always slept in the kennel with Tucker. He just didn't want her to feel lonely.
So it's been over a week and that damned hog is still sleeping in our bed. Last night Q went to bed about a half hour before me and when I got up there, Annie was laying on my pillow. She raised her head to look at me when I came in the room and then laid it back down as if to say, "I don't know where you think you're going to sleep."
I told her to move over and she just laid there. I gave her a nudge to help her understand the "MOVE" I was almost yelling. And of course Q sleeps through the whole damned thing! I pick the hog up and lay her right next to Q and say "Stay by daddy or mommy will lay on you and maybe suffocate you." Yes.....I threatened my dog. Bite me.
Buddy has decided that he won't sleep in the same bed with her so he came up just long enough to check it out and then he went right back downstairs. I think she bothers him too. Fricken hog! I woke up at 12:37am and the hog was spread eagle laying cross ways between the husband and myself. Of course, he is oblivious...so I swing her around and tell her to stay off my blanket.
I can be kinda vicious when I'm woke up. Back to sleep until about 03:08. I had had enough of this crap. I was exhausted and just wanted my stoopid blanket to myself!!! That hog was laying on it and she wasn't moving for anything!! I tried pulling the blanket out from under her but it was a no-go. That bitch was all dead weight. I had it!!! I threw the blankets so she was covered and I stomped downstairs.
Buddy was sitting on the couch just waiting for me. He must have known. I grabbed a blanket off my chair and laid down on the futon. Only to find that I really really need to wash the cover!! UGH!!!
Finally I fell asleep. But I was cursing that hog the whole time! I heard Q's alarm go off at 5:45 and the first thing out of his mouth was, "You kicked mommy out of bed Annie??" Oh yes she did! 'Cause she's a hog!! The first thing Annie did was come to the couch and sniff my hair. I looked up at her and said, "Get away from me!" She went and sat by the back door and waited for Daddy to put her out.
Before I left for work, she got her food & water dishes put outside. She knew then that she had made me mad. There will be no coming inside tonight, until it's bedtime. Chomp on that you big hog!! Oh I'm so mad at her, I could just smack her. But I won't. I gave her a beggin strip before I left and she will probably get a bacon wrapped cracker when I get home. Because I'm a softie when it comes to my animals. Unless it's 3:00am.
So my plans for the day are to finish my shift, go home, take a nap, clean my closet out and maybe go visit grandpa and grandma. I sure can't wait for that nap!!! But tonight will be the creme de la creme. Back in my bed with Buddy at my back. Ahhh life is good!
2013/01/03
Small towns do not equal small mindedness
So.....Facebook did not let me down today. There I was...minding my own business...looking at swap sites...sorting through boxes of stuff...seeing if anyone's junk was going to be my jewel today...when I accidentally clicked on one of my several law enforcement sites. A few of you may even know what site I'm talking about but I'm not saying it here.
On this particular site, they post the pictures of those they arrest. No big deal. It's public knowledge anyway. What gets me are the comments that get made about these people.
Now, being around law enforcement all my life, I will say this: No matter how many times someone gets arrested, I firmly believe that it is never really a "fun" experience and I also firmly believe that those people that do get arrested, aren't real proud of it. I don't care what they say. Nobody wants to list on a job app that they have a record. Nobody wants to have to meet someone's parents for the first time and admit they have been in jail. And I don't know, but I'm sure nobody really wants to tell their children that they were stupid about their decisions. I mean, after all, parents are supposed to be role models, right?
Anyway..... it amazes me that on this one particular site, the "commenters" are so quick to judge their own town for why people get arrested. It's not the town's fault that there was a drug bust and several people got arrested. I have lived in this particular town...many times actually... and I had a great time there. And have met a lot of wonderful people there. I have family that lives there. I get so sick of hearing "Well it's (insert your hometown here), of course they were arrested for drugs!"
Grow up people. Hold people accountable for their actions and stop blaming the whole town for a few people's mistakes! And here's something else for you to ponder while you are waiting for the next picture to be posted. People make mistakes!! It's called being human!!!
I work in a jail and I see people everyday that make mistakes. So what? I don't care and neither should you!! They are human. Unless that particular person has done something directly to you, give them a damn break. Growing up in a jailhouse, and now working in a jail facility, I have met my share of law-breakers in my lifetime. And would you be surprised to know that out of EVERYONE I have met...I can only name ONE person that I will not speak to in public. I'm no better than them so why do these people that comment, think they are?
Now...let me go on to say that when reading the comments about the people getting arrested, I sometimes see some of the nicest things about these people. "What a good person he/she is, they just got caught up in something bad" OR "I will pray for you because I know you are better than this" OR "This is so sad, he/she really has fallen on bad times and made a bad choice."
I'm glad there are people out there that truly believe there is good in everyone. That stuff is sometimes true, ya know. There are a lot of good people out there and those good people make some bad mistakes. I am one of those good people. I have made my share of bad mistakes. I grew up and moved on and made my life better.
BUT...here's the crap I'm talking about that really "gets my goat." Picture it...Siciliy 2013... A picture of a male that got arrested is posted. The ex-girlfriend, we'll call her Cruella, feels the need to comment on what a d-bag... and I clearly mean diaper bag here...he is because he isn't in their child's life. Someone else comments and tells Cruella how childish and immature she is being because she is talking crap on someone... on a website... under a mugshot. Now...hang on here, it may get dicey. Someone else jumps on and defends Cruella. Whether it's because she's her best friend or her sister. I don't know and I don't really care.
This third person goes on to say how Cruella has every right to call him a d-bag and what a deadbeat dad he is because she lives the nightmare of having to be both parents every day. (I'm sorry that taking care of your child is so bad for you) Someone else jumps in and politely suggests they take their drama elsewhere because it's starting to smell like a 9th grade health class in here. I mean, after all, this IS a law enforcement site. DUH!
And by the end of 167 comments (I can never keep up with the numbers, they are constantly climbing), you have forty people that have asked for the drama to stop, seventy people that can't understand those forty and keep going and going and going, and 57 people that absolutely made fun of those arguing about the whole stupid mess that has NOTHING to do with WHY this man got arrested! AND Cruella forgets.....that man was a choice SHE made and vice versa. Just like the saying goes, "Don't laugh at your wife's choices, you were one of them."
Damn, I gotta catch my breath here!!
Don't let me forget to add the part where...at the end of the commenting (as if there's ever really an end), the whole world knows every single explicit detail about not only the arrested...but his family...the ex and his/her family...who they have slept with and who they haven't. And their three dogs. SHUT UP!!! I wonder if these idiots ever go back and read what they have written and realized just how stupid they really sound???
So I guess here's my issue. That site serves a purpose. It's not put out there to make fun of people. It's put out there to make people aware. Keep your baby/mama drama off of it. And for the love of everything sweet, don't blame your town because a few people do drugs...or robbed a bank...or stole a car...or wrote a bad check. Get over it and move on.
I think it's time we all took a step back and took inventory on ourselves and what we have went through in our lives, that we aren't proud of. It's time to start looking at people differently; like their human. Give others a second chance. A third chance. And if they really need it, a fourth chance. Think of all the chances you have been given.
Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. - King James Version
You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. - English Standard Version
You must not testify falsely against your neighbor. - New Living Translation
These people...they may not live beside you...but they live around you. They ARE your neighbors. And remember...people who live in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. Shit happens people. And it could happen to you.
On this particular site, they post the pictures of those they arrest. No big deal. It's public knowledge anyway. What gets me are the comments that get made about these people.
Now, being around law enforcement all my life, I will say this: No matter how many times someone gets arrested, I firmly believe that it is never really a "fun" experience and I also firmly believe that those people that do get arrested, aren't real proud of it. I don't care what they say. Nobody wants to list on a job app that they have a record. Nobody wants to have to meet someone's parents for the first time and admit they have been in jail. And I don't know, but I'm sure nobody really wants to tell their children that they were stupid about their decisions. I mean, after all, parents are supposed to be role models, right?
Anyway..... it amazes me that on this one particular site, the "commenters" are so quick to judge their own town for why people get arrested. It's not the town's fault that there was a drug bust and several people got arrested. I have lived in this particular town...many times actually... and I had a great time there. And have met a lot of wonderful people there. I have family that lives there. I get so sick of hearing "Well it's (insert your hometown here), of course they were arrested for drugs!"
Grow up people. Hold people accountable for their actions and stop blaming the whole town for a few people's mistakes! And here's something else for you to ponder while you are waiting for the next picture to be posted. People make mistakes!! It's called being human!!!
I work in a jail and I see people everyday that make mistakes. So what? I don't care and neither should you!! They are human. Unless that particular person has done something directly to you, give them a damn break. Growing up in a jailhouse, and now working in a jail facility, I have met my share of law-breakers in my lifetime. And would you be surprised to know that out of EVERYONE I have met...I can only name ONE person that I will not speak to in public. I'm no better than them so why do these people that comment, think they are?
Now...let me go on to say that when reading the comments about the people getting arrested, I sometimes see some of the nicest things about these people. "What a good person he/she is, they just got caught up in something bad" OR "I will pray for you because I know you are better than this" OR "This is so sad, he/she really has fallen on bad times and made a bad choice."
I'm glad there are people out there that truly believe there is good in everyone. That stuff is sometimes true, ya know. There are a lot of good people out there and those good people make some bad mistakes. I am one of those good people. I have made my share of bad mistakes. I grew up and moved on and made my life better.
BUT...here's the crap I'm talking about that really "gets my goat." Picture it...Siciliy 2013... A picture of a male that got arrested is posted. The ex-girlfriend, we'll call her Cruella, feels the need to comment on what a d-bag... and I clearly mean diaper bag here...he is because he isn't in their child's life. Someone else comments and tells Cruella how childish and immature she is being because she is talking crap on someone... on a website... under a mugshot. Now...hang on here, it may get dicey. Someone else jumps on and defends Cruella. Whether it's because she's her best friend or her sister. I don't know and I don't really care.
This third person goes on to say how Cruella has every right to call him a d-bag and what a deadbeat dad he is because she lives the nightmare of having to be both parents every day. (I'm sorry that taking care of your child is so bad for you) Someone else jumps in and politely suggests they take their drama elsewhere because it's starting to smell like a 9th grade health class in here. I mean, after all, this IS a law enforcement site. DUH!
And by the end of 167 comments (I can never keep up with the numbers, they are constantly climbing), you have forty people that have asked for the drama to stop, seventy people that can't understand those forty and keep going and going and going, and 57 people that absolutely made fun of those arguing about the whole stupid mess that has NOTHING to do with WHY this man got arrested! AND Cruella forgets.....that man was a choice SHE made and vice versa. Just like the saying goes, "Don't laugh at your wife's choices, you were one of them."
Damn, I gotta catch my breath here!!
Don't let me forget to add the part where...at the end of the commenting (as if there's ever really an end), the whole world knows every single explicit detail about not only the arrested...but his family...the ex and his/her family...who they have slept with and who they haven't. And their three dogs. SHUT UP!!! I wonder if these idiots ever go back and read what they have written and realized just how stupid they really sound???
So I guess here's my issue. That site serves a purpose. It's not put out there to make fun of people. It's put out there to make people aware. Keep your baby/mama drama off of it. And for the love of everything sweet, don't blame your town because a few people do drugs...or robbed a bank...or stole a car...or wrote a bad check. Get over it and move on.
I think it's time we all took a step back and took inventory on ourselves and what we have went through in our lives, that we aren't proud of. It's time to start looking at people differently; like their human. Give others a second chance. A third chance. And if they really need it, a fourth chance. Think of all the chances you have been given.
Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour. - King James Version
You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor. - English Standard Version
You must not testify falsely against your neighbor. - New Living Translation
These people...they may not live beside you...but they live around you. They ARE your neighbors. And remember...people who live in glass houses, shouldn't throw stones. Shit happens people. And it could happen to you.
2013/01/02
15 minutes of tv today
This is the long way around. I am just warning you. I am just trying to get this straight in my head. And try to make sense of it at the same time. If there's any sense to be had from it.
So today I was watching a little tv before coming to work and this commercial for Publisher's Clearinghouse comes on. "Register today to win $5000 a week for the rest of your life PLUS pick anybody else to receive $5000 a week for the rest of their life. You could leave a family legacy!"
So many things for me to pick on here. I am going to start with the first part, "Register today to win $5000 a week for the rest of your life PLUS pick anybody else to receive $5000 a week for the rest of their life."
Let's just do some playing around with this. If I would happen to win this thing tomorrow (no I don't play these things), I would get $5000 a week for the rest of my life. Now...both my parents were aged 71 when they died so I will give myself life until the age of 71. I would roughly win BEFORE taxes, $7,280,000 total.
Now...let's say that the person I would choose is 10 years old now. Disclaimer to my family: I have NOT picked any certain child out so stop spending their winnings!!! HA! That would mean if I died at 71 years old and that child is 10 years old now, they would be 38ish at the time of my death. Now..... just for sake of example, let's say this person also dies at age 71. That would make them earnings of $8,380,000 BEFORE taxes.
Next...before I get to the last part of the first part (haha), I want to enlighten you people who are smart enough to not give a crap about sports and salaries; because it irritates me so bad, the money these people get paid.
For this blog, I am going to pick on the NFL...simply because it's football season here and well.....most of the country thinks that football is one of the most important things in life. Luckily, I am not one of these people. Each year, I am more and more disgusted with it.
To continue...out of 30 NFL teams, their approximate salaries combined is.....you might want to sit down.....$3,213,000,000,000. That's over 3 TRILLION dollars people!!! To play football of all things. Our President of the United States (and I don't care WHO you like or don't like, this is not a political platform) makes a measley $400,000. And at most, he or she will be in office 8 years (more than likely). That's a total of $1.6 million dollars over 4 years!
I don't care if you like our President, hate our President, or just plain don't care BUT the office of President of the United States of America is not an easy job and no matter who that person is, they are doing a job of more importance than ANY sports out there.
I think it is INSANE that athletes get the money that do. If there is so much of this money floating around, why can't THEY help get this country back in the financial shape it once was in?!? Why do we have to worry about ANY tax bracket being OVER-TAXED when, in all honesty, these big businesses that can hold such lavish contests and the NFL, NBA, PGA, and whoever else is getting the big bucks to play with their balls, should be helping out the great country they live in.
Now...for the last part of the first part. "You could leave a family legacy!" Are you freaking serious????? What kind of legacy do you think you would leave by giving some money to our deficit...donating it?? Here's what I would do if it were me. Somehow... someway... get that money to be put right smack dab on top of that National Deficit. Wanna talk about being a hero???
Oh the whole Kansas City Chiefs team decided to donate up to 50% of their salaries over the course of 5 years, to the National deficit? Yep, I'd be wearing Red in a heartbeat. And if any of you know me, you know how much I despise the KC Chiefs. But for someone to look past themselves, that HAS the capability to make a difference, and actually DO it? Wow, now there's a person I want to know. There's a group I want to be a part of. There's a corporation I am going to invest in for the long term. There's a legacy I'd like to leave.
So for all the big businesses out there that have this "insurance" to have these contests to lure suckers (like me) to buy a bunch of magazines that we really don't need...and to all you athletes who live high on the hog, driving your expensive cars, living in homes that are ridiculously over-priced...and to all you Hollywood-types that are the firsts to raise your fists at whatever the Government is spending our money on and going public with your views on guns, after you've just made a mob movie...I say it's time to MAN UP!
Show us what you're really made of. Show us just how much you love this country. Get your pocketbooks out and help us. Because the middle and lower class just can't get us out of this mess.
It's time to wake up America. Actually it's past time to wake up. We have gotten ourselves in a hell of a hole...and it's time the muscles of the group started to help shovel our way out.
So today I was watching a little tv before coming to work and this commercial for Publisher's Clearinghouse comes on. "Register today to win $5000 a week for the rest of your life PLUS pick anybody else to receive $5000 a week for the rest of their life. You could leave a family legacy!"
So many things for me to pick on here. I am going to start with the first part, "Register today to win $5000 a week for the rest of your life PLUS pick anybody else to receive $5000 a week for the rest of their life."
Let's just do some playing around with this. If I would happen to win this thing tomorrow (no I don't play these things), I would get $5000 a week for the rest of my life. Now...both my parents were aged 71 when they died so I will give myself life until the age of 71. I would roughly win BEFORE taxes, $7,280,000 total.
Now...let's say that the person I would choose is 10 years old now. Disclaimer to my family: I have NOT picked any certain child out so stop spending their winnings!!! HA! That would mean if I died at 71 years old and that child is 10 years old now, they would be 38ish at the time of my death. Now..... just for sake of example, let's say this person also dies at age 71. That would make them earnings of $8,380,000 BEFORE taxes.
Next...before I get to the last part of the first part (haha), I want to enlighten you people who are smart enough to not give a crap about sports and salaries; because it irritates me so bad, the money these people get paid.
For this blog, I am going to pick on the NFL...simply because it's football season here and well.....most of the country thinks that football is one of the most important things in life. Luckily, I am not one of these people. Each year, I am more and more disgusted with it.
To continue...out of 30 NFL teams, their approximate salaries combined is.....you might want to sit down.....$3,213,000,000,000. That's over 3 TRILLION dollars people!!! To play football of all things. Our President of the United States (and I don't care WHO you like or don't like, this is not a political platform) makes a measley $400,000. And at most, he or she will be in office 8 years (more than likely). That's a total of $1.6 million dollars over 4 years!
I don't care if you like our President, hate our President, or just plain don't care BUT the office of President of the United States of America is not an easy job and no matter who that person is, they are doing a job of more importance than ANY sports out there.
I think it is INSANE that athletes get the money that do. If there is so much of this money floating around, why can't THEY help get this country back in the financial shape it once was in?!? Why do we have to worry about ANY tax bracket being OVER-TAXED when, in all honesty, these big businesses that can hold such lavish contests and the NFL, NBA, PGA, and whoever else is getting the big bucks to play with their balls, should be helping out the great country they live in.
Now...for the last part of the first part. "You could leave a family legacy!" Are you freaking serious????? What kind of legacy do you think you would leave by giving some money to our deficit...donating it?? Here's what I would do if it were me. Somehow... someway... get that money to be put right smack dab on top of that National Deficit. Wanna talk about being a hero???
Oh the whole Kansas City Chiefs team decided to donate up to 50% of their salaries over the course of 5 years, to the National deficit? Yep, I'd be wearing Red in a heartbeat. And if any of you know me, you know how much I despise the KC Chiefs. But for someone to look past themselves, that HAS the capability to make a difference, and actually DO it? Wow, now there's a person I want to know. There's a group I want to be a part of. There's a corporation I am going to invest in for the long term. There's a legacy I'd like to leave.
So for all the big businesses out there that have this "insurance" to have these contests to lure suckers (like me) to buy a bunch of magazines that we really don't need...and to all you athletes who live high on the hog, driving your expensive cars, living in homes that are ridiculously over-priced...and to all you Hollywood-types that are the firsts to raise your fists at whatever the Government is spending our money on and going public with your views on guns, after you've just made a mob movie...I say it's time to MAN UP!
Show us what you're really made of. Show us just how much you love this country. Get your pocketbooks out and help us. Because the middle and lower class just can't get us out of this mess.
It's time to wake up America. Actually it's past time to wake up. We have gotten ourselves in a hell of a hole...and it's time the muscles of the group started to help shovel our way out.
2013/01/01
Another little piece of my heart
Tonight I would like to send a shout out to my niece Sam and her
boyfriend Shaun. They found out on New Year’s Eve that Sam had miscarried and
didn't know it. Whether this is a good sign or a bad sign, doesn't matter. What
I can tell you is that it's hard. Whether you want to get pregnant or it was
just an "accident." As many of us know, losing a baby is a terrible
experience. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. I don't know about everyone else,
but I know that for Sam and I, it’s a constant thought about “what did I do
wrong?”
I think it’s a very natural thing for women to blame themselves
because honestly, other than God, who else CAN we blame? I know that God has a plan for everyone and
everything. I accept that. But I don’t understand it or like it.
I know a lot of women that have miscarried and it’s hard to
watch someone go through it. Before I
was ever married, I got pregnant. And in
the middle of my first trimester I miscarried.
We will never ever know for sure but my guess it was twins, coming from
what I saw that day.
I was working in a restaurant in Diagonal, helping out a friend,
and started having severe stomach cramps.
I had never had cramps in my life so this was definitely something new
and strange for me. I went into the
bathroom and sat down to pee and noticed blood on my underwear.
The things that followed were awful. There I was stuck in that little itty bitty
bathroom, all by myself, with my best friend out in the next room cooking for and
serving everyone in the place. I knew I
should have called out for her but she was busy doing her job; and mine.
I felt like a certified piece of crap. I couldn’t carry a baby. I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t even finish my shift. I took my friend’s car home and Kathy came
and got me. She took me to the doctor
and he examined me. He told me what I
already knew and I remember Kathy holding my hand through all of it.
She felt it just as I did because she had already had 2
miscarriages in earlier years. Now, don’t
get me wrong. This isn’t the worst thing
that could have happened to me. I was a
single young woman, living with my best friend, waiting tables whenever they
needed an extra hand, and “partying” it up as much as a pregnant woman
could.
I never drank or smoked while I was pregnant. I did however, get kicked in the
stomach. I have always wondered if that
was the reason I miscarried. You might
say “Well DUH Shellie!” BUT it’s amazing what a woman can put her body
through that doesn’t even affect a baby in her stomach. And it happened pretty early on. It was a good month or so before I lost that
baby.
On the flip side, from the minute I found out I was pregnant, I
was eating better…well except for mashed potatoes…definitely did not have a
friendly relationship with mashed potatoes.
I started walking more. And my
choice in music and reading changed. As
much as I love good ole rock n roll, I would lie on my bed and listen to
classical music and read “smart books,” like Reader’s Digest and sometimes I
even would read out of Encyclopedias.
Remember those (I wish I owned a set of those even now)??? I wanted my baby/babies to know the right
stuff even before he, or she, or they, knew it.
Does that make sense? I didn’t
want my babies to have to “learn” to be smart.
I wanted them to be “born smart.”
I don’t know if that even works but I would have done it the same a
million times over.
Later in life, when I was married to Carlos, he thought it was
strange that we never got pregnant. We
were sent to a specialist out in Omaha and I was examined. The procedure to follow through was going to
be costly and I just didn’t know if I was cut out for parenthood. On the way home, we discussed it at length
with Cindy (she had driven us out) and she flat out asked me, “How bad do you
want to have a baby? How far are you
willing to go?” I don’t know if it was
that exact minute or not but I knew sometime close to that exact minute, that
my heart was not in it.
Although I have said it time and time again, “I never wanted to
have kids,” for a brief moment, I did.
And Sam and I both agree that when you actually become pregnant, you can’t
help but WANT a baby. Well that was the
case with me. And with her. The possibilities; the hype; everything about
being pregnant is so fun and so worth it.
Even the morning, evening and/or night sickness.
So I don’t know for sure.
I don’t have any answers. All I
know is that my heart breaks for those that decide they want a child and
something like this happens. “All in God’s
time.” Wish I knew what verse that
was. I do really love it.
So to Sam and Shaun, I am very sorry for your loss. You deserve better than that. I know you love your baby and were very excited for your family to grow. You are both young and have plenty of time to
start again. Always remember that God
IS on your side. Even when you think He’s
not. Love and prayers sent your way.
Happy New Year 2013
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I hope you had a great night, celebrating, bringing in the new year. We had a nice quiet evening at home with friends. Alisha, Galen and Miss Bella came for dinner. We had stuffed chicken breasts...which my wonderful husband pointed out... that all the cheese had melted out. So be it. Ham stuffed chicken breasts it is! Baked potatoes, homemade bread from Galen's dad...which was to die for...peas, corn, veggie plate and pineapple.
Oh yes...and a side plate...and I mean a big plate...of cookies. Not even a dent made in the cookies. Go figure! That's ok though. I have plans for those!
Us adults played Scheelsopoly the rest of the night. That might have been the first time in my life I have EVER won at a monopoly game. At first, I couldn't keep myself out of "the penalty box," and then when I got my head on straight, Quintin had to visit several times, and of course Gaylen held BOTH "get out free" cards; I think he stacked the deck!! But I have to say one of the funniest parts was when Alisha started going to the penalty box. She would roll her 3 times, pay her hundred dollars and get out JUST to get sent right back! Oh man that was hilarious. I have honestly never seen a person do that 4 times in a row!
At one point of the game, Miss Bella was trying to be difficult going to sleep. Guess what? She has a routine that I severely broke when she stayed with us the other night!!! Can you believe it??? Yeah, remember when I told Q he was putting her to bed too early at 8:30pm? Yeah...she was 30 minutes past her normal bedtime! OOPS!! No rules at Aunt Shellie's house. That's how it's always been!
Okay...so I took a wrong turn there. Q says he will get her put to sleep (it was way past 9pm at this point) and he lays on the couch with her...while the three of us continue to play the game. We just skipped Q's turn but when we landed on his properties, we were very good about paying rent.....in ones. Hahaha when he got back to the table, he had probably ALL the ones from all of us AND the bank! The look on his face was priceless! "I put the baby to sleep and this is what you do to me?" Uh huh, that's for giving us the finger while you were doing it! HA!
So we really got into the game. It was actually 4 minutes after midnight before we realized we had missed the "ringing in of the new year." Too funny. We were yawning at 10:30 so I'm even surprised me made it as long as we did. It wasn't long after that we called it quits.
Maybe technically I didn't win...because we didn't add every thing up BUT I had more properties and even though I had 4 houses on each of my properties and Q had 3 hotels (I think they were called shops or stores or something) on each of his...I had more cash at the end. More "hooker money" if you will! Hahaha you just had to be there. It was hilarious!
So since Miss Bella was so sound asleep, I told them to leave her for the night. I took her upstairs and put her in our bed and there she slept the rest of the night. Only 2 bottles used from the time she arrived to the time she left. Score!
So we started the new year with Miss Bella keeping us busy and quite entertained. A bath and back home. We took Tucker with us too. He is the small beagle/wiener that I call my beaner. He got to go to a new home today. Where he will be an only (spoiled) child and will have the full attention of his new mommy. He really took to her and she to him and he went right out the door with her when it was time to leave. I am going to miss that little guy but he really deserves to be with someone that has time to invest in him and him only.
Back home to get ready for work. This is supposed to be my day off but I got called in. Fine with me. I like going to work; I like helping out when they're in a pinch; and I like working on holidays for that nice extra "oomph" in my paycheck. And so far it's been really quiet. That could change in a SECOND though! Let's hope it doesn't.
As I look back at new years' long gone, I remember all the stupid, idiotic things I did that probably just drove my parents up the walls and made them worry. I'm glad they didn't know EVERYTHING. I'm not sure at what point I stopped being that "party girl" and started being the "responsible adult," but I'm grateful that I am where I am. I love being "that couple" that still hold hands when they are in the car together and doesn't have the anxieties that I did when I was younger (what kind of clothes should I wear? Is my makeup okay? What would people think if I showed up with "that person?") I believe God has brought me where I am supposed to be. I am eternally grateful to Him. And I am eternally grateful to each of my friends and my family. Without you, I am just another wheel that nobody cares to hear squeak.
I hope 2013 is fabulous for you and your loved ones. I hope you achieve everything you reach for. Whether that be a resolution or a goal. Everybody deserves to have a star in their hand after all the reaching we put ourselves through. So from our house to yours... Happy New Year!
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