tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30553001768168107812024-03-12T23:46:10.044-04:00Perils of PenelopeAnother day in the mind of a mad woman.....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-16162898251228340682017-03-20T11:35:00.000-04:002017-03-20T11:35:08.904-04:00<div class="lyricsh" style="background-color: #ccccdd; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13.4px; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: #cccccc;"><span style="color: #990000;">Hello, this my friends is my daughter who is a heroin addict but thinks taking saboxin, which is suppose to withdraw you heroin but now she is hooked on that, steals, lies, takes advantage. I have her 13 yr old daughter crying saying she dont feel like she has a mom any more.......has me hide her purse so her mom cant steal money........the youngest that lives here asked me how come mommy never stays home.....idk emma i just dont know......my heart breaks for my babies and i have been pretty damn strong for almost a year now ......im losing my strength.....im withdrawing from everyone, crying, wanting to sleep all the time, no money to do anything with them while they are here.......So what's a mother to do, my two options are a. throw her out of my house and let her learn to deal with life herself or b. keep her close to help steer her the right direction which is not happening very fast. It is very hard to live with a toxic person especially when that person is your daughter. My mood disorders don't help me handle things very well and it is starting to get harder and harder to maintain my mental state. I would love to hear from other people who struggle with a loved ones addiction. I would love to hear from anyone that struggles with mental illness.......I am reaching out here....for help and to help if i can.......blessed be</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-64907847886053201942017-03-15T10:20:00.000-04:002017-03-15T10:20:40.309-04:00Ides of March......<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">The </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Ides of March</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> is a day on the Roman calendar that corresponds to 15 </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">March</b><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">. It was marked by several religious observances and became notorious as the date of the assassination of Julius Caesar in 44 BC.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">And that will be our history lesson today, the reason i remember this day is because i had a breast reduction on this day 4 yrs ago and people teased me calling my new boobs the "Ides of March" haha...............Yes i am random and i am blunt and to the point...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: Roboto, arial, sans-serif;">yesterday was a pretty good bday. my sister and mother took me out to eat and gave me some goodies. My son and his daughter called me, i figured he would forget lol . Daughter didnt give a rats ass that it was my birthday ...all day it was "mom mom mother mom mom mother" like stewie on family guy .......and always let me "borrow" $20 every other day and borrow is laughable because i never get it back. i so need a break from her so bad.....it is so hard to love an addict, they are so self absorbed it is ridiculous and I give in just so I dont have to hear her whine. which is really a pathetic, enabling, mess....</span></span><br />
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<b>Is it bad that I want to run away for a month and just be alone ? I have so much stress, my daughter is all about her running my car to death, already ruined one every though she wont own up to it. She has me in debt so bad we can barely eat, my husband who is not related to her blood wise has put up with so much from her. I am surprised he hasnt ran away. So far today had a flat tire, almost didnt have enough for electric bill but that worked out thank god. </b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-68811430311644407802017-03-14T10:25:00.001-04:002017-03-14T10:25:40.655-04:00Inner Child<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">🎈💀❤ <span style="color: #134f5c;"><b>So 54 yrs ago I came screaming into this world as the bastard child of Naomi Weddle.....hey it was the sixties i know the labels and i except that. What a life i have had , i have got to raise two children with their father, had 0pen heart surgery, survived 13 yrs later, i have a 13 yr old grand daughter that is my soul mate . i married a man who took me all over the us and showed me things i never dreamed i would ever see. so yes i have had a very blessed life. I know all this but the crazy in my mind wont cooperate with me. I am constantly uncomfortable in my own skin every day. i never would have dreamed that i would have lived this long. I am a much stronger woman then i give myself credit for. i do however, have a hard time letting go of the past it is just something that pops up all the time and i go into the woulda , coulda, shouldas........that takes you no where.</b></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-64482486622956869572017-03-12T13:44:00.002-04:002017-03-20T11:21:39.051-04:00Ramblings, mumbles, and things that just come to my head.....<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ea9999;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I am still very new at this blogging thing... I don't know if i am just talking to myself or if anyone else sees this but it feels therapeutic to me. My brain is constantly going, never stops. I can barely watch tv shows all the way thru without my mind wondering. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ea9999;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I spend a lot of time in my bedroom, I get that honestly from my birth mother, my sister does it too. it just seems like "my" space with my vibes and energy. I hate when people {except my hubby} come piling in my bed which everyone loves. </b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ea9999;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I live in the woods, i took a walk the other day down to the creek or as i pronounce it [crick] it has rained enough lately that it had small water falls...was peaceful back there, i need to do that more often. I love nature, nature is God to me. I love earthing, bare feet on the earth taking in the energy, i love diggin in the dirt with bare hands to plant things, I get amazed how you plant something and it grows and gives back so much pleasure whether it be beauty or food or medicine....</b></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: #ea9999;"><b style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I can be in such a good mood and something stressful happens and snap my mood is gone and im hateful and feel like my skin is crawling and i just want everyone to stay away. I had a job about a year ago and it was perfect for me, i was treated like i was normal i could handle the people , then it got to where i was working all the time over time, it was spose to be a part time job and became my life. I was having "attitude problem" as he put it and fired me. I never called in sick. i worked my ass for them and customers liked me. this was discriminating due to the fact he never offered me anything to help me get my shit together like cut hours ..etc... it crushed me. i thought i was part of their family, they would always help me out with food and such , i thought i was liked but they say i use my mental illness to get away with everything and I still dont know what i was trying to get away with when the whole problem in the first place was me not being able to "fake" a smile or happy mood. when you are bipolar, borderline personality disorder, sometimes i take on way too much neg energy of those around me and then i become hardened and distant and dont feel like smiling....and that is why i was fired.....because i had a couple bad moody weeks and he couldnt handle it or just didnt care, at least i showed up. i wish i wish i wish that i could be understood better....my best friend of over 40 yrs dont get it either. My husband if very supportive as in my brother and sister thank goodness....i need a therapist very badly, someone that knows how the brain works....my reg doctor, or nurse practitioner Ann is it for me but she does not know as much about mental illness...she did find my heart prob and probably saved my life thank god. ok enought rambling on im sleepy my brain wears me out....as does my meds....ugh......later</b></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>For years I did this on a regular basis.....and then would have a lot of regret which sucks big time. Having mental illness since being a teenager has given me lots of time to figure out how to somewhat control this issue. I usually stay alone for a few days and chew on it until i am ready to address the situation without a temporary emotion.</b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #38761d;"><b>I really hope this blog reaches people like me, want people to know they arent alone. and i just need to say what i feel and cuss like a sailor and just get out my anger...enough for now......later.... </b></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-4239853970529857202017-03-11T13:39:00.001-05:002017-03-11T13:42:21.281-05:00Crazy In the Head<span style="color: #990000; font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;"><b>What can we say about mental illness? I know that a lot of people think "its all in your head" well fuck you ......yes it is duh.......to live in my mind, to fight back an forth like there are two totally different people in there is exhausting. I hate taking pharmaceuticals, however I do because I am not good without them. I take klonopins for anxiety, but marijuana works much better. But pharm companies dont want ya to know that cuz that dips into their wallets. oh well......i stay in bed a lot lately, have no desire to go anywhere or do anything....I do have major stress in my house that will be in another post ......later..</b></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-37500375423099684792009-05-10T08:06:00.004-04:002009-05-10T08:18:15.786-04:00Jaedyn's 1st bday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl9jXsloX8gFj-iYzs-pylvERgqLB-5tMr3qYXREhI4g6TVgQBrjsi5zmKJ0vCoYAuV9fG5DOnzDhmxUPSy3ZBmyBnWMi9U2JA11aTM8XHJcz4bRnM_Lm9No5TC0R8yZYGNIkENW26Mj9/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxl9jXsloX8gFj-iYzs-pylvERgqLB-5tMr3qYXREhI4g6TVgQBrjsi5zmKJ0vCoYAuV9fG5DOnzDhmxUPSy3ZBmyBnWMi9U2JA11aTM8XHJcz4bRnM_Lm9No5TC0R8yZYGNIkENW26Mj9/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334167528172304482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeFUoX82WOOZ3ru3Gb5SyioqFsbIu0j2IM0DCXHzjiCvcSr_oUr2LSFxQhFutZxzJufKEGGCwxoQWUkEV7hiS_8g5KA66PWNCtIqmU_GOUb-9lS4bRoGjyn5Z7ddrtw1BrYohFMtgQui1/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCeFUoX82WOOZ3ru3Gb5SyioqFsbIu0j2IM0DCXHzjiCvcSr_oUr2LSFxQhFutZxzJufKEGGCwxoQWUkEV7hiS_8g5KA66PWNCtIqmU_GOUb-9lS4bRoGjyn5Z7ddrtw1BrYohFMtgQui1/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334166881091856642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Yesterday was my third grand childs 1st birthday. My children are throwing these babies at me like softballs. lol. She had a wonderful time with her cake as you can see. We had to take it from her or she would have eaten the whole damn thing. Happy Birthday Jaedyn, my only blue eyed baby. I wish you many, many more happy years!<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-51797022048029996542009-05-10T07:58:00.002-04:002009-05-10T08:05:18.256-04:00A dog and her baby<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ6s5HpA_Soh-wsi4J2wxbNTys4bgHiEI1nsF5tLmmWqcQonyJkIo2bmFopYbq0_EkdG-ta6RLKxmQAzeNzho95ALYVOUTTUV8Mr1gjoqkKPqbw2QDKJqOWmG2eLgIpklt2OMzbCrzwby/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXQ6s5HpA_Soh-wsi4J2wxbNTys4bgHiEI1nsF5tLmmWqcQonyJkIo2bmFopYbq0_EkdG-ta6RLKxmQAzeNzho95ALYVOUTTUV8Mr1gjoqkKPqbw2QDKJqOWmG2eLgIpklt2OMzbCrzwby/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334164369803779202" border="0" /></a>Our black lab Agatha loves babies. She has really taken a shine to the newest member of the the family Emma. She follows her everywhere. She nudges people with her nose when she cries. She even got in a mouthy argument with Emma's mom the other evening over whose baby that was. Kristin would say this is my baby and Agatha would say......"bowwowgrumblegrowl" lol.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-72565539259238490232009-04-28T11:08:00.003-04:002009-04-28T11:15:24.075-04:00Please meet Emma Grace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWhKAjNIILXj1ShPRO1Tk59M1cYdtgUwQHPy4aFKRmXiLiO4zdUSxXL9BH1zJEB31aBtF7-6gwK_msFniYc4TpOmXQK3G-Xi7nWalXWLiPRtI26flgPC9QHUUktn_XouOUAKjAs-LmN-H/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWhKAjNIILXj1ShPRO1Tk59M1cYdtgUwQHPy4aFKRmXiLiO4zdUSxXL9BH1zJEB31aBtF7-6gwK_msFniYc4TpOmXQK3G-Xi7nWalXWLiPRtI26flgPC9QHUUktn_XouOUAKjAs-LmN-H/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329760205491360610" border="0" /></a>This is Emma Grace my newest grand baby. She was born on April 20 2009. She weighed 6lbs 11 oz and was 18 in. long. Mommy and baby are doing great. Big sister and big brother are trying to adjust. Big sister is adjusting much better then big brother because big brother was a momma's baby and now he is jealous!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-78737814314275921462008-05-05T17:07:00.000-04:002008-05-05T17:09:18.027-04:00Grand canyon 08<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkVojjpcMBDm1ABZrMh4-7qgl4v26uA8F8y9a4YrYtx8a6kcTlg3eMIBWXzhIrzDm_QxmvDx6286qpGjK3T-tedtDX5KM0t5fRxg3vR3Jclb4fp6976r2v_jwikoDuhSmmlSOKOzL1lk6/s1600-h/vacation08+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLkVojjpcMBDm1ABZrMh4-7qgl4v26uA8F8y9a4YrYtx8a6kcTlg3eMIBWXzhIrzDm_QxmvDx6286qpGjK3T-tedtDX5KM0t5fRxg3vR3Jclb4fp6976r2v_jwikoDuhSmmlSOKOzL1lk6/s320/vacation08+012.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br />Last week I got to spend a couple days at a remarkable place. The Grand Canyon. It lives up to its name too. Eddie and I hiked alot but not to the bottom. Although, we have decided next year we are going to get in shape for it and do it.<br /><br />It had the same affect on me as the ocean I noticed. It made me cry the first time I saw it and it was very hard to leave. I took 126 pics of this place. None of them are the same.<br />I will post some of the other pics on another post as I still DONT know what the hell I am doing on this blog and I didnt even pick these particular pics. <shrugs><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizE5iKPLVn4yRqJXWUdiLDUQGG1eIEjIsP7-QG-USPg5bqJgLC_3nUqWm9C7LEUADU0rA-JgkpFEH_i8fGKYnrAKAnYcIBVo5KISL4TP-VhVYnX09HDFmVLFMs-bzO_46CW1TsozHLCAdT/s1600-h/vacation08+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizE5iKPLVn4yRqJXWUdiLDUQGG1eIEjIsP7-QG-USPg5bqJgLC_3nUqWm9C7LEUADU0rA-JgkpFEH_i8fGKYnrAKAnYcIBVo5KISL4TP-VhVYnX09HDFmVLFMs-bzO_46CW1TsozHLCAdT/s320/vacation08+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_sFQua5jMKKWKFmR3gRsPJ1cGg2EdPW0c5W_nxQjCVzLuEPeXJ5WuXLiQGb6IP26U1zLyiisKr7q7IGceparu1SdF3d0l0Ae3tYxxqY5xhrv3fMj_qxWDOrF9ndbaSmrXpLHLUw_U0kd/s1600-h/vacation08+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_sFQua5jMKKWKFmR3gRsPJ1cGg2EdPW0c5W_nxQjCVzLuEPeXJ5WuXLiQGb6IP26U1zLyiisKr7q7IGceparu1SdF3d0l0Ae3tYxxqY5xhrv3fMj_qxWDOrF9ndbaSmrXpLHLUw_U0kd/s320/vacation08+021.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRQ8rzOPmnWT37CkDYkDTa4lhyphenhyphen5Bg2-WgDojIpbl_WdoQ13WISFtqx5uZ7zQLf4n3crQkJMkmK3GEm4-15DAnJq7KbQBruuk9eee9wZvE7-bHlDqPP43sh4Yatu16Le1k2bMXzBUrQ0aj/s1600-h/vacation08+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRQ8rzOPmnWT37CkDYkDTa4lhyphenhyphen5Bg2-WgDojIpbl_WdoQ13WISFtqx5uZ7zQLf4n3crQkJMkmK3GEm4-15DAnJq7KbQBruuk9eee9wZvE7-bHlDqPP43sh4Yatu16Le1k2bMXzBUrQ0aj/s320/vacation08+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-24688425475801901942008-03-20T11:27:00.002-04:002008-03-20T11:34:34.783-04:00Sleeping Angels<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZs90YMdsbQpZJtcGC7UGhV5oicZYSqfA-SyNzbEhLd6UFS2hmmRmVX9B-MDBODDfzKOoa49IBF0pI0UvHHBf3TfsOiFhwhPVE5lWBfeKRRPSJA52Vyo7btMekXCQ3pkzTUSpXaM-xOdD/s1600-h/096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZs90YMdsbQpZJtcGC7UGhV5oicZYSqfA-SyNzbEhLd6UFS2hmmRmVX9B-MDBODDfzKOoa49IBF0pI0UvHHBf3TfsOiFhwhPVE5lWBfeKRRPSJA52Vyo7btMekXCQ3pkzTUSpXaM-xOdD/s320/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179846729496992562" border="0" /></a><br />Being "NaNa" is the most wonderful experience I can NOT even begin to go into it. How you fall madly inlove with these lil people that you didnt give birth too is beyond me but you do. It is like your chance to do everything RIGHT that you did WRONG as a parent or at least try.<br /><br />These two are a hand full but I love them more then life and would do anything in the world for them....they are truely my "Sleeping Angels"Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-21194944814812071712008-03-20T10:57:00.007-04:002008-03-20T11:27:13.200-04:00Birthdays<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynxPpwFdCLzrC8rcolIx_L3jECo75ky8rUeIkIiKkTeBBv7yJbMB3qWHXd33G16yfUwRYslsrNw5yPO1LirUBVLgGg62kA6PkhlK3aV-QakA62CoBiJLNKnNdtDUC95_4k2ZFhNxWNYXA/s1600-h/067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjynxPpwFdCLzrC8rcolIx_L3jECo75ky8rUeIkIiKkTeBBv7yJbMB3qWHXd33G16yfUwRYslsrNw5yPO1LirUBVLgGg62kA6PkhlK3aV-QakA62CoBiJLNKnNdtDUC95_4k2ZFhNxWNYXA/s320/067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179841588421139234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTv2RbkfU1a1Z7MP5o1V-JWzwviZ9V3frk96RW2i3adNoA7-LEA5RZSlXDA6PWrAVWADb9O-FAYNgin0RN_JrIzKIs87fkrUZZCaYDLJlNfewLbyMP3cGCJl4XDSLJ7dsVEDjoyII-zdW/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoTv2RbkfU1a1Z7MP5o1V-JWzwviZ9V3frk96RW2i3adNoA7-LEA5RZSlXDA6PWrAVWADb9O-FAYNgin0RN_JrIzKIs87fkrUZZCaYDLJlNfewLbyMP3cGCJl4XDSLJ7dsVEDjoyII-zdW/s320/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179840295635983122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fCbMY_CqnM-rn1bWfqgXx5ojuuZjJ3B27wRO9ey6blyKqeaxYQWClhL68smNeUOjr3G5_hFr7_vYW5baZMfcQZ5GEPaQm77Pqn5C9rqLQGj0lY5AcrrxJ5wPEECY-ALiFKRKpvLqMR-0/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4fCbMY_CqnM-rn1bWfqgXx5ojuuZjJ3B27wRO9ey6blyKqeaxYQWClhL68smNeUOjr3G5_hFr7_vYW5baZMfcQZ5GEPaQm77Pqn5C9rqLQGj0lY5AcrrxJ5wPEECY-ALiFKRKpvLqMR-0/s320/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179838959901154050" border="0" /></a>Well another birthday has come and gone.....Zoee , my grand daughter, and I share birthdays in March. Hers is March 10th and mine is March 14th. This was her birthday party at Texas roadhouse she had a blast riding that thing.<br /><br />Then Eddie and I took her to Benihana to celebrate our Bdays together. She was so excited to watch them cook our food at our table that she barely ate LOL.<br /><br />We then went to build-a-bear where she built a dog actually and named it.....what else....Zoee... all in all she had a great bday and there is no one else in the world I would rather celebrate with then her.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-40183598663058765332008-03-08T08:14:00.002-05:002008-03-08T08:24:03.130-05:00more snowy pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-No9MEdzabqxHzpkdHZj5fS-Z4g788XBHXpp9y5wuPwfNcdjfRSsK0kstsrdopb1iKOIW3cnmbISQZ6qDgW9ZrGkMCS9vtYluTcfCnE6J9bU8ad-5j21-yK9H68dgDPLf43zUS6-dKdid/s1600-h/SANY0926.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359494980012530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-No9MEdzabqxHzpkdHZj5fS-Z4g788XBHXpp9y5wuPwfNcdjfRSsK0kstsrdopb1iKOIW3cnmbISQZ6qDgW9ZrGkMCS9vtYluTcfCnE6J9bU8ad-5j21-yK9H68dgDPLf43zUS6-dKdid/s320/SANY0926.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fE5mTMjKWefpWBMIl9t-ebkRQPXAHJpCYMrpik4Vta5EuJ1oh9zW3KPpeisiVaddRm1_eMrwy-ARBNlxLc3XBKTkh7frc_TmrVzTXVq5r7okrr85uQcRmKhyuDUPDweeev_8UO4G089U/s1600-h/SANY0927.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359503569947138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2fE5mTMjKWefpWBMIl9t-ebkRQPXAHJpCYMrpik4Vta5EuJ1oh9zW3KPpeisiVaddRm1_eMrwy-ARBNlxLc3XBKTkh7frc_TmrVzTXVq5r7okrr85uQcRmKhyuDUPDweeev_8UO4G089U/s320/SANY0927.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-2NvhIEBafhZFIDjeWBMb3x5uPWW8QFcQC5YSSVglRPnUDs3KUUx333_MOxsJBSOnzc4gSI8QY9aUwGQUfJAPGEJxDsZ9eDfQuXRnneHWO77_S6dKp2XguF0HN-Raqxywb9U5o7gOh6_/s1600-h/SANY0931.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175359507864914450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-2NvhIEBafhZFIDjeWBMb3x5uPWW8QFcQC5YSSVglRPnUDs3KUUx333_MOxsJBSOnzc4gSI8QY9aUwGQUfJAPGEJxDsZ9eDfQuXRnneHWO77_S6dKp2XguF0HN-Raqxywb9U5o7gOh6_/s320/SANY0931.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>its purty but its cold..............I'm ready for spring and my pool ;-)</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-41359403304524486442008-03-08T08:04:00.000-05:002008-03-08T08:04:23.577-05:00Snow in Brown CountyOk so I was really sick of snow but I do have to admit.......This is Beautiful!!!!! I say if its gonna snow .....SNOW BIG THEN DAMMIT!!!!! It aint snow if you dont get a foot well we got a foot and it is still coming down....my dog looks like a jack rabbit in it I will get a pic of that later and put on here....here are some more pics of beautiful, snowy brown county<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g04sp1MflNeHRp46A6NZav5hqZX0rJabBO4CJPnmY0TmTR0h9telnPNWisImitvQFrRp-sS6moPkA40pdape74vSsP7lu3NOXTL7SNGASOghbYMpl9JN6u_tscc2XZpOON1pgce5Ujev/s1600-h/SANY0929.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3g04sp1MflNeHRp46A6NZav5hqZX0rJabBO4CJPnmY0TmTR0h9telnPNWisImitvQFrRp-sS6moPkA40pdape74vSsP7lu3NOXTL7SNGASOghbYMpl9JN6u_tscc2XZpOON1pgce5Ujev/s320/SANY0929.JPG" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-67908295817416212822008-03-02T18:37:00.002-05:002008-03-02T18:57:11.239-05:00Being healthy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-neFpWfNzdzTJGy2uf3h84jDp2-JyGs1Rl1F93DFMA22eu7O_Ws1vPYZ4jIMKLBMUXINx87sAW2FnA0GSCeU94V-7kqH8lfbCNgWQcBi8k3XhAVOfBcegzpvFyD8vvGqVjfye3DcNXDuw/s1600-h/SANY0921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-neFpWfNzdzTJGy2uf3h84jDp2-JyGs1Rl1F93DFMA22eu7O_Ws1vPYZ4jIMKLBMUXINx87sAW2FnA0GSCeU94V-7kqH8lfbCNgWQcBi8k3XhAVOfBcegzpvFyD8vvGqVjfye3DcNXDuw/s320/SANY0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173297575019174514" border="0" /></a><br />I have now been working out for a lil over two months and I am starting to physically see the effects....or affects....oh whatever...of them but still I wonder.<br /><br />When the hell will I start getting the buzz from the workouts cuz I hate them!?!?!?!<br /><br />I have to admit that after I finish I feel great but getting myself to do them and during I am like ugh and then this song drifts thru my mind....."The old gray mare she aint what she used to be, aint what she used to be, aint what she used to be" as my damn joints and muscles seem to endlessly hurt.<br /><br />I just hope it gets better cuz it feels like its killing me LOL . But I love the results!!<br /><br />BTW here is a cool pic I took of our black cat Lucky today. He was entranced by the birdies outside.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-87906578222347788582008-03-01T09:32:00.003-05:002008-03-01T09:37:21.097-05:00A dog and her bath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Gvu6545h34VVYb92mjnmVFExARDNWPuDd9OwP5SixWdenT1kX7sNmsTpmsgXQA6E503p6jw1-KS-vWBInYBA9mdKIaytnt1ikB4-vwz_l8oxTJE0i8yGcoE7YNxFe34_Fz4U-8mzcxam/s1600-h/SANY0913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Gvu6545h34VVYb92mjnmVFExARDNWPuDd9OwP5SixWdenT1kX7sNmsTpmsgXQA6E503p6jw1-KS-vWBInYBA9mdKIaytnt1ikB4-vwz_l8oxTJE0i8yGcoE7YNxFe34_Fz4U-8mzcxam/s200/SANY0913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172781779511695970" border="0" /></a><br />Just wanted to show how much my dog Agatha hates her bath.....poor thing lolAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-64533544220068192422008-03-01T09:09:00.002-05:002008-03-01T09:20:22.720-05:006 monthsSince there is no Feb. 30, then I guess today is the day I will celebrate 6 months of no smoking Cigarettes. I am now off Chantix and its all my will power keeping me off the lil demon sticks now. That drug is a wonderful thing but I do have to remember. It only helps with the really difficult withdraw period. Now the rest of my life is up to me. I must remember one thing and I cant stress this more to myself or anyone out there who may be thinking of quitting or in the middle of quitting smoking. NEVER EVER EVER PICK UP THE FIRST CIGARETTE. We as nicotine addicts can never have just one cigarette. That is the most insane thought we could ever have and we must remember that is the disease talking to us. One leads to another and another leads to a pack a day. Just the way it is. I am the anti smoking Nazi now .......I have to be to keep myself off of them<shrugs> I gotta do what I gotta do for me and so far its working. So anyone out there who needs or wants to quit smoking....try Chantix it really works....makes ya belly hurt a bit but hey its better then heart disease or cancer.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3055300176816810781.post-58459832637178813642008-02-27T18:40:00.003-05:002008-02-27T18:46:18.899-05:00First timeWell hello to whoever may happen upon this here blog. This is my first blog and I am so proud of it. Ha! Just liked my brother and sister in law's so well that I decided I would try my hand at it. I hope to get Eddie to post on it as well. Maybe he will be a movie critic or something. Anyway I have the most wonder movie of my late cat PeeWee if I can figure out how to get it on here. Peewee passed almost 4 weeks ago. He was really sick. He lived almost 14 long years and had a good life.... on that note I will close my first posting on my new blog.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08662510693333927872noreply@blogger.com0