Im getting the sleepy eye...

Ok so I have no children. I am sure tho that those with children will know what I mean when I say that my "child" is giving me the sleepy eye.

So Lady is officially 7 months old. Adorable and cute in the sense that a puppy is cute. But man she is hard work. Just like having a child.

I still get up with her in the middle of the night for her to go potty outside. Although the frequency of that happening throughout the night has lessened dramatically. Thank heavens for that.

But tonight as I chat online with a friend I am being given the "sleepy eye". She is staring here at me, yawning, practically jumping in my lap while I type. Ok I get the hint...your tired. Lay your happy butt down then!

Yeah right tho...she wants the comfort of my bed. The warmth of a blanket.

Damn she is spoiled....

Its almost a new year...

New Year=New Resolutions, New Beginnings, New Hopes, & New Dreams...

Reflections of the past year are inevitable. Everyone does it. And everyone vows to resolve to do better and bigger things for the new year. Its a cycle that begins young and every year most people say they never lived up to the resolution they set out to do.

Its the same for me. Ive fallen victim may times to resolving to do better, and each year, usually around January 5th or so I fall off the wagon. Its always about weight. I just don't get enough motivation to do what is right.

This year may be different. I really need to lose the weight that creeped onto my frame. Ive begun to have such issues with nerve pain in my legs its ridiculous. Im not huge by any means, or so I think, but I have enough to warrent a trip to the gym (ok maybe a few 100 trips).

Im vowing to take my medications, reduce the carb intake and hopefully work out a time or two. After all I do have that gym membership I have been paying on....

yummmmmmmmmm

Im in cake junk heaven. Ive been craving these for almost two weeks since you-know-who-you-are told me about them. And today I bought them.

YUMMY!

Helllllppppppppp!!!!!

I'm being suffocated by this mess!!!

My office has hit an all-time high as far as mess. I have piles of garbage everywhere. Its killing me. I look around and practically have a panic attack. Its almost reminiscent of Stanford and Sons. Its scary.

Pray for my soul....Pray I do not lose my mind tomorrow when I attempt to clean the state of disarray in my life....

If I could redo it.....

I would totally redo my first dance at my wedding. I hated how long it was, how uncordinated we were....

If I had to do it all over again.....this is what I would have done.




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If you need to walk down memory lane...

Remember that TV show on in the early days of Nickelodeon? The one with the family games? It was called Double Dare.

Here is a video that will remind you of some of the games they did...



And here is one that will get you laughing about it....funny stuff.

SNL

Ok SNL used to be great. We all know it. Every saturday night we would run to the TV to watch what Dana Carvey, Chevy Chase, Jimmy Fallon or Tina Fay would do next. Now they are just a bunch of really bad comedians.

While perusing the internet I came across a video that is funny.

The Last Day...

Yes its come to the last day. Last Day of vacation that is. And all those things I "said" I would get done. Yeah why lie? I haven't gotten a single thing done this whole week. I've slept in late just about every day. I really really need to get back on my sleep schedule. This lack of sleep thing will NOT cut it at work. Thankfully my first day back will be a good one. I get to work with the bestest Pharmacist and most funnest (is that a word?). Yipee! No really. LOL. Now its 230 am, ok I told you my sleep schedule is off, and I am off to bed. I will get up and start the list of boring tasks that I put off all week. I will torture myself and when its all done I will bask in all that is good. :0)

Tis the Season

To shove food in your face!

Thanksgiving marked the beginning of the season in which you can shove massive amounts of food into your face and no one will look at you like your a pig.

Up until New Years you can get away with this without recourse. Because that is what New Years Resolutions are for right?

I keep telling myself this, anyone believe me?

Random Thoughts

Why do you need to say ahhh when the Dr looks down your throat?

Why do people speed up when they see a yellow light?

Why do foods come in huge boxes, then you open the box and there is a small bag in it?

Why do some car's come with the ability to turn off the passenger air bag and some car's do not?

Why aren't more people aware of personal space?

Why is it impolite to tell someone they stink, have stuff in their teeth, or other random things?

More random thoughts on another day :)

Make sure to buy yourself something!

Thats what Chris tells me everytime I leave the house to go shopping. Normally I will pick myself up something small and when I get home he just shakes his head. He expects more. But recently he has commented on how low maintence I am and how he really is lucky in that regard.

So today I decide I MUST venture out into the shopping madness. I have this $10 gift card that Kohls sent me. Its free money right? Well off I go with Courtney.

After a scenic route (long story), we finally find Kohls. We are at the mecha! The place is brand new! Ahhh another place that hasnt met the dynamic duo! He He

We browse the racks and find alot of wonderful deals. Courtney finds gifts for tons of people. And I find some things I like too. Ok not some, alot, but things I can not afford none the less. But I was making mental notes of things I MUST have once Chris gets a job.

We get to the register and Courtney gets rung up first. Now I will not divuldge how much she spent, but it took alot of reassuring on my part that she was getting alot of names knocked off her list. Which, lemme tell you she must know just about everyone on this earth! I can't even think of as many people as she has to buy presents for.

Next I get rung up. I am buying a angel picture holder, a headband, and a ornament. All very cute! And all things I walked out of the store with, having not spent a dime.

Gotta love sales and Free money!

Someday I will get to that has come

Everyone has things that they always say they will get to. Whether its that stack of bills, the trash needing to be taken out, that much needed cleaning of the baseboards in the house, or cleaning and scrubbing out the fridge. And it seems we hardly ever get to those things. Something always comes up. Why is that? What is so important that keeps us from cleaning the baseboards? Cause lord knows the world will end very tragically if those are not cleaned.

None the less I am on vacation, much to the dismay of my fellow coworkers. See, every year I try to take my alotted vacations. And every single time I try to take a vacation, some scheduling crisis happens. It is never a pleasant time. I am approved the time off, yet I know that it causes alot more work for those I work with. And I know how hard it is on them. I really do wish it wasnt so hard. And I do mean that from the bottom of my heart, the tips of my toes, and the empty space in my head.

So I am now officially on vacation for 9 days (think blogs will get done, I know YOU are happy, and you know who YOU is). I really have no concept of exactly what I will be doing. I mean it really sounds almost sacreligious to clean baseboards on a vacation I am being paid to take. I mean isnt there some commandment that I will break doing that? Thou shalt not work on a paid vacation? Makes perfect sense to me!

Any objections? Any? Going once....going twice......!!!! SOLD!!!! I will lazily earn my vacation pay!

Ok if you know me that wont happen at all. You know I will be down on all fours scrubbing the heck out of those darn baseboards! And why the heck do they get so friggin dirty?

This thing we call the holiday season...

So generally the holiday season is wonderful, filled with joy and happiness. Its about spending time with family, enjoy each others presence, being good to your common man or woman. Right?

Um has whom ever said this before worked retail? I think not.

So yesterday I am waiting my turn o so patiently at the deli for a sandwich. I let a person go ahead of me in line, thinking I was being nice, but also relishing in the fact that it means I am let loose from the dungeon I call a pharmacy. Finally its my turn. I order my sandwich and make chit-chat with the deli manager who is making my sandwich.

All of a sudden this woman from god knows where walks up to the counter and shouts above my conversation. She yells, "you put ham and turkey on the label on this sandwich, looks to me like its beef". Then she throws the sandwich down hard on the counter and walks away.

Now tell me is that what the holiday season is about? Cutting in line, belittling people and throwing things? And all because of a sandwich?

What the heck has this world come to where we throw sandwiches?

She is really the greatest!

Now I know only one person really reads this blog that I call the babbling of my life. I know that she is the only person who cares about this babbling. But I feel compelled to write out the great things that make up her existance.

She is really the greatest because:

She cares about the little things in life.
She laughs at my most strangest humor.
She gets the fact I make no sense.
She understands the nonsense that comes outta my mouth.
She picks me up when I have fallen.
She is someone I never have to second guess their intentions.
She is someone who is really a joy to have around.
She is hilarious!
She makes the most yummiest applesauce (with just the right amount of cinnamon!)
She gets, understands, and even gets down to my level of dorkness.
She gets just as excited as I do about coupons.
She was my matron of honor.

**(There is so much more, but honestly the tears have clouded my sight!)**

And most importantly she is my friend.

Thank God for this wondeful person in my life. She has her own troubles, but is always there to listen. And she often isnt thanked for all she does.

So my friend, thank you for being you! Your the greatest!

Love Ya!

"It's only money"

Boy do I hate that comment!

Every once in awhile I am reminded at just how little I have, moneywise that is. Im not talking about all the other things in life, I know I am blessed. But sometimes, just sometimes I wanna check out of this dump and run away.

There are people in my life who constantly splurge on things that do not matter then hastily tell me that "It's only money". When those words are cast into air, it only makes me want to rip them to shreds and throw them down the person who said them, throat. I mean seriously! Have these people ever not had money to say buy food, pay their phone bill, pay the car bill, or how about that pair of shoes that are killing your feet but you have to wear them because they are the only ones you have? Have they? I think not, because if they did then they certainly would be much more cautious of the words they cast into society.

Those types of people know who they are. They do. They know the hate and blatant disregard for human beings that they cast into the universe. They know who they are and I dont even have to call their names out on it.

O and in case your wondering (the one person who reads this lol)...it isnt you...LOVE YA! And your the bestest!

My Wienie is the longest!

Ok you pervert! Thats not what I meant. Sick sick..(shakes head).

Out of the litter of puppies, my dach is the longest "wiener" dog. She is the longest one among 5 total. She has the longest ears, longest body, longest nose...you get the drift.

And she is the only one that will not be fixed so that she can be bred.

Ok end of my shameless proud mommy moment....

lol

37.5 hours

That was how long I was awake yesterday.

And I lived to tell about it! Holy smokes!

So what happened? LOL, you had to ask............

It was 1am. I decided it was time to go to bed. I just finally settle into bed and Chris comes walking into the bedroom, holding his stomach, tears down his face and swear pouring off him. I ask him what is wrong. He tells me his stomach hurts like before he had had his gallbladder taken out. This is EXTREMELY serious I tell myself, recalling those days. I ask him if he wants to go to the hospital. He hesitates for along while, then finally relents.

Off to the hospital we go. They run tests, tests, more tests. Inject drugs, inject more drugs, wait none for me? How Rude!

After a long long time, we know nothing. They think he had gastrointer....something or another. They send us home with pain meds, and stomach stuff.

I run to work, where the bestest Pharmacist in the whole world has filled his pain meds. Then I run back home, change clothes, then run back to work the shift that I am sooo sooo late for.

I was extremely tired and on the brink of becoming delirious. But thankfully I got thru that and got home in one piece. And I fell asleep very early! Well at like 930, which is very early to me. LOL.

But I am glad to report that the stomach pains have subsided, unfortunately there are still bouts of nausea....but all is ok.

Thank the Lord above for weekends!

Sometimes you just need to be left alone...

Sometimes in life you just need to be left alone. Left alone to ponder your thoughts, left alone to find the meaning of life, or just be left alone to just be.

Sometimes I feel like that. Sometimes I just want to be left alone. Left alone to breathe on my own, do what I want, sleep when I want, eat when and what I want, you know just be left alone to not care about another person.

It seems like lately, specifically the last month, I just can't get a moment to breathe. Chris lost his job back in July but lately he is becomeing more and more unbearable. I know he is bored and I am his only contact with the human race besides his brother...but for god's sake leave me the heck alone for a minute.

I've been lucky enough for the last 5 minutes to be able to type this out without an interuption.

I love him, dont get me wrong but I believe every healthy marriage includes alone time. Time for yourself. And he is driving me bonkers! Literally bonkers!

I might emblode in the next day or so....thank god for work!

Sad when work is your favorite place.....

The Great Halloween Scare!

So.....

I do not have many scary stories or stories that make you go hmmm. This one takes the cake tho.

I am at work. Chris calls me to say the trick or treaters have started coming. Gosh darn! I still have over a half hour left to go. Man those little buggers are hungry this year. Either that or they are really excited about some show on later tonight.

Anyways. I speed home, hoping to catch at least one cute trick-or-treater. Alas I have!

Chris, Panther, Lady and myself plant our happy butts in some chairs in the driveway. We are armed with 9, yes 9, bags of chocolate along with our carved pumpkins. We are excited. At least Chris and I are. Panther couldnt care less and Lady is shaking like a leaf. All these people scare the heck out of her and bore the heck out of Panther.

So we are handing out candy. We see pretty princesses, scary pirates, a boy riding a flamingo, a bloody clown, a rapper, and then the most scariest. Now brace yourself.

This, what I thought was a kid, kid comes racing thru our yard. In VERY broken english I hear, "Trick or Treat" and have a bag thrust in my face. I look up to see this person dressed with a cape and extremely white paint on their face. I look closer and this person looks to be at least 35. She is an Indian. Can barely speak english and to top it all off has the worst BO (body odor) a person has. Its nasty.

I quickly throw a piece into her bag. As she walks away I turn to Chris. He turns to me and at the same time we ask each other...was that a old lady?

Talk about scary!

Ok, you dragged me here...now what?

I have been informed, by a reliable source, that I have not blogged recently. And that my not blogging has hindered this persons ability to be entertained. So here I am.

So I am entertaining, huh? This I find extremely comical. I seriously have always believed I have to be the most boringest (is that a word? if not it is now!) person on the face of this earth. I do nothing, achieve nothing, lack everything, and everything else in between. Ok you either are A. laughing at me or B. saying to yourself this girl has got to be a moron/or dumb. Either way, I am what I am and I is what I is.

I have not had anything to blog lately. I am really boring. I literally sleep, go to work, eat, shower...go pee.......um thats it. See, boring. I warned you. You didn't heed my advice and kept reading.

So the babbling has began...............

I think today is 4 weeks into having Lady (our puppy)...hmmm is that right? Shucks I have no idea. God I am a horrible mother. Anywho. As I am typing this she is laying ever so gently on a pillow on the top of my desk. She is sawing logs, off in dreamland. Which is where I should be if said person did not remind me that my blogging was seriously lacking. Remind me to complain later...anyways. Lady has become a extended extremity. She is always right there, always attached to me, always has to see me...well you get my drift. I have been told this is what having a child is like, but I have yet to test that theory.

Its Halloween...or as said person and I call it, Halloweenie. I was lucky enough to get off work early to race home to feed the begging children (which I will save for a later story...ok I will blog it tonight). I didnt dress up or anything. But I did get home in time to hand some candy out to these children. Lady, Panther (the other dog), Chris and I sat out front with a bowl of candy, our carved pumpkins, and each other. It was kinda cute to see the kids...err I mean kids and adults (read my story).

Im tired now. I want to sleep. OOOO I have a couple pieces of candy left.....off to hunt chocolate now!

It takes time...

Thats right it takes time to even think of what to say here let alone actually write/type it out.

Its been a few days and I seriously have nothing to even complain, whine, gripe, rejoice, be happy about, or even gab about. How depressing is that? Seriously.

I guess my life is boring...I need topics to write about. Any suggestions?

I miss him

So today was my Uncle's wedding. Now before I begin this whole story, let me tell you he is not the one I am going to say I miss.

Today was a very beautiful day. The weather was nice. The surroundings stunning. And it was the perfect day for a wedding.

Today my Uncle married his high school sweetheart after all these years. To hear the story of how they reconnected is wonderful and sweet.

So during the reception there were several times I was reminded of the person I miss. Once was during the showing of the new married couple how to kiss. The DJ called on several different couples, mainly my uncles and their wives, to show the newlyweds how a real married couple should kiss.

The next time was during the married couples dance. It was right after the newlyweds first dance. They called out all the married couples to come dance. It was sweet.

The next time was when they got all the married couples out to the dancefloor to dance and the DJ called out if you had been married under X amount of years leave the dance floor....the last couple standing would be the ones married the longest. The couple left dancing was married 53 years!

So these three things scream out who I missed. I missed my husband. He stayed home, not feeling 100%. And I missed him.

I missed the pain in my neck would makes me laugh and loves me for me. Guess I better go give him a kiss, huh?

Two girls and a much older sister...

I did something today I have never done, nor ever thought I would....

My poor poor sister, who will be 12 in a couple weeks, wanted to hang out with her friend so badly today. Another one of her friends had planned for the 3 of them to go play miniature golf. Well the girl flaked out and never called my sister or her friends.

Feeling bad for her, I suggested a movie...and gasp...I would take them...gasp. Yes I have to be crazy right? Ehh it wasnt so bad.

After telling them, no you can not go see a movie about two men marrying and pretending to be gay...they decided on a light hearted coming of age movie...

I can honestly say I am glad we saw this instead of the other one. It wasnt bad at all, pretty cute. They had a wonderful time laughing at the funny parts, whispering thier secrets, and in general hanging out.

It was really cool, mainly because I got to be the cool big sister...ok much cooler much older big sister (you sooo dont have to remind me).

Bring me the freakin Tacos!

Ok tacos isnt entirely what this is about, I promise I will get to the tacos!

So I have gotten probally about 4 or 5 phone calls from my local Walgreens. Its literally a mile from my house. I pass it everyday on my way to and from work. Its literally right there.

Why the phone calls?

Seems I have a photo order at their store. I vaguelly remember placing a order so that my photo saving account with them wouldnt be cancelled.

Chris went there tonight to buy TP (man I hate being out) and asked me if I wanted it picked up. I said sure!

He brings it home. I look on the sticker of the envelope of pictures.

They were done on 8/30/07 (oops over a month ago) and the total was $0.76. They seriously called me over such a small amount? Crazy.

O the tacos......I really want Jack in the Box tacos. Knew I needed a hook to get you interested in this rambling.

HA HA!

Butterfly Kisses

Butterfly Kisses


There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.

Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.

But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.

All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.

She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"

Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.

I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.


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This is the song that I danced to with my Dad to at my wedding. It was a very special song to me. I think mainly because of its innocence. To me it struck me as something I had always wanted, unconditional love, from my father.

Lemme explain that. Its not meant to be taken as my father never loving me, it means alot more than that.

Growing up my Dad and I never had a "great" relationship. There was alot of strains. There was alot of hurt feelings and alot of tears. Most of it was feelings on my part. I never knew the right way to approach my Dad. It could have been as simple as asking if I could get a drink of kool-aid. I simply did not know how to read him. I feared upsetting him and feared his disapproval. It was a constant thought of mine. I ended up thinking if I was out of the way, I was less of a pain. I spent a great deal of time in my room, mainly reading, drawing, or writing.

I yearned for approval, not exactly sure why, but I did. I did my best in school, came home straight from school, did my chores, did homework, cleaned my room, and basically was quiet. I actually rarely gave my parents reason to punish me. Dont get me wrong, I got punished but not nearly as much as normal children.

So basically I was in my room alot. I then met some friends, Julie and Kristin, and realized I was liked and could maintain friendships while doing all the things I had been doing. I was a good girl in junior high. I made National Honor Society and still maintained my friendships. I didnt dare bring up boys, that was a mute point in the house. My father would hear nothing of the sorts.

I eventually met a boy, Chad, who would eventually become my first real boyfriend. We had a great relationship, over the phone. We talked all through the summer before our Freshman year. We developed a great friendship. When we began our Freshman year, Chad finally asked me to be his girlfriend. It was the first time I was ever asked that question and I jumped at the chance. I vaguely remember casually mentioning it to my parents, but I think I played it off as no big deal.

Chad and I eventually grew apart and broke up. It was a time where I wished my Dad would have hugged me and told me that it was all going to be ok. But I didnt have that. It was the first true heartbreak I had gone thru and I had no one to talk to about it.

I continued on thru highschool. I had a brief relationship my Junior year, I dont even remember his name, thats how much it mattered. When I came upon my Senior year alot of things came to blows.

My father walked out on his job. He was apparently going thru alot of things. I sure didnt understand it. He never opened up. He drank alot and took alot of prescription pills (never prescribed for him, but furnished by my "mother"). One night I woke up to hear him crying. I walked into the kitchen and there he stood with my mom (Michele, actually my step-mom). He was crying. Michele had threatened to leave him because of his drinking. He went cold sober.

It was a rough time. There was no pleasing my Dad during that time. I walked on egg shells everyday and hoped to not upset him. This was also the time where my brother started to really test waters and really piss me off.

One day I was doing chores and told him he needed to do his. He basically told my Dad I was bossing him around. I guess that was enough to cause my Dad to get really angry because he began yelling at me. He accused me and my friends of alot of things. And then proceeded to tell me that if I didnt like it to leave.

I packed some belongings and left. I was a senior in highschool. I had a car and no where to live. I walked away from the only home I had ever known, and I never returned. It was the hardest time in my life and one that I will never forget. I still remember what I grabbed that day and where I went after leaving.

I continued thru my senior year and graduation was drawing closer. The entire year I had not talked to my Dad. I was told thru my brother and Mother that my Dad fully expected me to come home that night. He was literally devestated when I never came back.

We have never talked about what happened. We never appologized to each other. We both have swept it under the rug and do not want to revisit the past.

After a few years we began having the relationship I had always wanted. We began talking, began speaking, and listening to each other. Today the father I have is not the father I had growing up. He calls me kiddo now, hugs me, tells me is proud of me and danced with me at my wedding.

I've never told anyone what he said to me as we danced, and I probally never will. Its a moment in time that I had longed for as a child. One too precious to share. Call me selfish, but I cant share that moment.

Yesterday as I visited him I was reminded of what he used to be. I try to remember the good things. Him playing baseball, coaching my brothers little league team, umpiring games, owning his own business, and working on cars come to mind. He can't do those things anymore. Its hard sometimes for me to watch him and how he moves. He is becoming more weak everyday. It breaks my heart. He is one strong man tho in mind.

And everyday I thank God for the gift of my fathers love and friendship, because I know what it is like to wonder if it was ever there....

Finding one's path

The twenties are supposed to be the time in your life where you find yourself and your path in life. Or at least they tell me...

I'm 27. I have no idea what the heck my path is or even what I am really about. I haven't graduated fully from college (I have graduated from a program tho), I don't own my own home, I have no children, and I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. Sounds incredibly horrible right? Ehh...might not be to some, but it's beginning to bother the heck outta me.

The more I look back on my past, the more I remember that I thought I would have accomplished so much more by now. Back as a senior in highschool, I imagined myself settled in a home, with a husband, career and maybe even a few kids by now. I imagined I would be extremely happy and content. I imagined that my life would be full of fun, never heartaches.

Now looking at the present and the future I am filled with so much uncertaintly. I have the hardest times lately. Some would go screaming for the hills with the problems I have had, yet I haven't. Which I still think means I am a nut. I don't know how I haven't ended up in an institution yet. But alas, I take one day at a time.

More so lately I have learned that things do not exactly follow the path's your heart dreams of when you were younger. Things happen and change. Things may not be as they seem. And sometimes those things are happening for a reason.

Lately I have been drawn more and more to finding my path, mainly with God. I can not explain why. It's true that suddenly I woke up and thought about God one day. I mean I have always believed, but one day I woke up and wondered what my relationship was with him. I wondered if I would ever "figure" it out.

So in trying to find my path, I have tried to find my relationship with God and what it all means. Its a very slow process, full of many questions that I know no answers to. But I am searching and looking for my path. Mainly my path to God.

Peeing...since when did it become such a important part of my life?

Ok we all pee. Its a given. We occasionally talk about it. Its referenced when a conversation is going on and one of the people talking looks like they might emplode...its not a biggie right? So when does and why does it become such an important part of ones life when they suddenly have another living thing to take care of? Suddenly its all one can think of. When is the last time they went potty? Cause Potty is now a regularly used word in our vocabulary now. Did they go number one or number two? or both? How long until the next time they have to go? O they drank some water, is it time to go again? O I must stop what I am doing and take them potty right? Seriously when did my life become centered around when the dang puppy needs to pee? Did I somehow leave my former brain at the door when I picked up this puppy? Suddenly most of the thoughts going thru my brain are centered around the peeing and pooping schedule of this puppy. Its maddening I tell you. I'd like to say in my former life I led some grand exciting times. Really I didnt. But I would like to think it was exciting enough that I didnt think or schedule my time around a pee or a poop session. I'd like to think that I had some sanity in my life (ok I know I didnt...but one can hope right?). Now its revolving around the inner workings of the bladder and colon of a dog. How exciting is my life now? Most people my age have a few kids, they are at least in school, so the parents time is much more fun. They are going on family trips, making good money, finished school, the whole nine yards. And here I sit at home wondering if I can go to a freakin movie with my husband and leave this pee and poop making puppy at home. I tell you its one freakin exciting life. I wonder if a newborn diaper will fit the puppy? Hmmmm......

Something funny for my friend Chim Chimeny (you know who you are!)

I have successfully halted the receiving of the facimiles from the transmission device thus halting the continued production of authorized vaccination requests.

Sleep....My drug of choice!

Sleep...ahhh pure bliss! I am notorious for not getting enough sleep. I have horrible insomnia and require the use of prescription drugs to get myself on a normal schedule. I hate taking them tho. They honestly give me a very hung-over effect the next day. Its horrible. Lately I havent slept very well to save my life. Maybe 3 or 4 hours a night if that. Now that the puppy sleeps thru the night...ahhhh I am sleeping like a baby. Its pure heaven. Sleep is like crack cocaine to me....I am in love with it and must have it....... ahhhh. Off to sleep I go!

Its showtime!

Im so friggin excited! Its the start of the new seasons for all my favorite shows! Yes I am beyond the realm of dork. I have entered a new region of dorkness. *sigh* I have no life.....

When we hope for two there is just one...

So the last time I blogged I said I had two puppies....well that is no more. I am not sure what the heck I was thinking when I agreed to have two. I must have been outta my mind. With my life two is a huge undertaking. One is big enough...but two...HUGE! So we gave Chevy back to my Dad. He is going to keep her. He promised not to sell her, so at least I will be able to see my little girl. She is highly attached to her mommy so it was beyond difficult to take her from her mother. She cried alot and just didnt eat. It certainly was not fair to take her from her comfort just to make myself happy. Now we have one of her sisters. Which is completely different. Such a huge and drastic change. Im able to sleep at night! We named her Lady, mainly after Lady and the Tramp (one of my favorite Disney movies growing up), but we also call her Lady Bird from King of the Hill. She is such a wonderful puppy. She is mellow but can get rilled up if need be. She is very affectionate and loving. She is just like her daddy. So I guess this is not a philosophical post or blog today...just an update. Maybe I will be inspired later today HA HA HA

Silence is golden...ok as you get older it is...

The definition of Silence as stated by Wikipedia.....

Silence is a relative or total lack of sound

.....So I get to thinking about this here phenomenon Silence, and wonder exactly what the heck it is. Because I certainly have not experienced it in my life all too much. I mean I work retail, have a family, a husband, a dog, a cat, another extremely loud cat, and now 2 puppies....so in essence one could calculate or use deductive reasoning and be safe in assuming I have a severe lack of silence in my life. With this new puppy, and now puppies as of tonight, I really dont get much sleep. Its been almost a week and I feel like any grown woman with a brand new baby. Im tired and wish for sleep. I find 15 minutes of relaxation to be pure heaven. I find work, as ironic as this is, to be my safe haven. Its the one place, again pure irony, to be the one sane place I can run too. One would find it EXTREMELY sad that one would want to get up to go to work, look forward to it, count the hours until said person goes to work, and cherishes every moment said person is at work. All around it is extremely sad...and purely hilarious. So right now as I type this I am sitting here in silence. Pure heaven I tell you. The puppies are here sleeping together on a towel on the top of my desk. The only noise I hear is the tapping of these keys on the keyboard. Occasionally one of them is having a nightmare and I hear a whimper or two, but thats it.....ahhh pure heaven. So back to this definition of Silence...... Here is another excerpt of silence found on Wikipedia that immediately makes me laugh..... In modern society, especially in the western society, when people are meeting and talking to each other, people often start talking nonsense to skip moments of silence. So you ask, why is it so funny? Well that whole sentence right there drums up my relationship with my partner in crime, we will call her "Beth" tonight ( for reasons only she will know). The two of us really cant be quiet long enough for our own good. Most people who listen in on our conversations get so extremely confused they walk away (which I wholeheartedly encourage...). Its funny. Our rambling only makes sense to us. Which quite honestly probally is in the best interest of the general population. Its safer that society doesnt know what us two knuckle-heads are coming up with next. And honestly with her, I dont actively look for silence. Its honestly hilarious to see what comes outta our mouths next. Its never a dull moment in the pharmacy, thats for sure. As I try to think of a good and honest way to end this "talk" of silence, I am interupted by the sound of whining..... Ahh off to "mommy" duty!

Funny memories

So I am sitting on my computer, contemplating the newest discoveries of my life, wondering what the heck is going on. Im flipping thru posts on my message boards, trying to find humor is something. Then I come across a names thread. Basically the poster is asking if we like our names. I respond. And someone responds back to me asking if my name is pronounced like a certain song....I reply back. And get to thinking. So now I have to drudge up the music video.....

Funny isnt it?

A new beginning...

Hmmm....lets just say I completely forgot my password to my old blog and decided it wasnt worth updating or continuing that one. I decided I needed a new one.