tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849519380223564572024-03-05T17:14:57.044-06:00I'm Lovin' Life!I've lived and traveled all over the world and there is no place like home!
Welcome to my blog were you can read my opinions and observations on the world, politics and my life.Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-86063716469189527702014-10-15T19:01:00.000-05:002014-10-15T19:01:16.383-05:00Dreams, Dreams, Dreams....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My dreams are so crazy.<br />
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Last night I dreamed that I lived in Colorado, and had a beautiful house in a meadowed valley surrounded by beautiful rugged mountains. <br />
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In my dream I was looking out the beautiful picture windows right into the wide open jaws of a shark. And I was taking photos of the sharks mouth, oohing and ahhing over its teeth. <br />
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Hmmmm<br />
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Interesting.<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-38507698157667305332014-03-19T22:12:00.001-05:002014-03-19T22:12:57.932-05:00Some days you're the windsheild...Today I'm the bug. <div><br></div><div>The. Bug.</div><div><br></div><div>Why you ask? </div><div><br></div><div>I still feel sick enough to go to bed at 7.30...obliviously I'm not asleep, but I am in bed.</div><div><br></div><div>Ugh. Just ugh.</div><div><br></div><div>Someone else, actually TWO someone else's WON MY FRICKEN LOTTERY.</div><div><br></div><div>'Nuff said.</div><div><br></div><div>I'm going to sleep.<br><div><br></div><div>Peace out.</div></div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-8190715368309094712014-03-18T22:25:00.001-05:002014-03-18T22:25:19.188-05:00She ran calling Wildfire....<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I'm laying here listening to the Lionel Ritchie channel on pandora. </span></div><div><br></div><div>They are playing wildfire. This music is so soothing to me. I'm very relaxed right now, partly because of the music and partly because of nighttime NyQuil. </div><div><br></div><div>Yes, I'm sick again (not that you knew I was before) coughing and hacking up a lung. Maybe I'll lose a few more ponds. That would be a nice silver lining. I just hope I'm fine by the weekend.</div><div><br></div><div>Going to sleep. </div><div><br></div><div>Maybe I'll have weird dreams...</div><div><br></div><div>Random Gracie eye....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UDeD2Wp8DaSuZ3pJdK9x3rWjF9fdmVRyHXAJPvOK29h7ZT4o6vZ9HJxmPlUcWOSRB3_bL-Y1PsoTxMyWpGdm3WY5seWHJAchC9WSDgj_keLxWUee5PSQP301RXCe-27i_UrDtyupwdlR/s640/blogger-image--2130932640.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3UDeD2Wp8DaSuZ3pJdK9x3rWjF9fdmVRyHXAJPvOK29h7ZT4o6vZ9HJxmPlUcWOSRB3_bL-Y1PsoTxMyWpGdm3WY5seWHJAchC9WSDgj_keLxWUee5PSQP301RXCe-27i_UrDtyupwdlR/s640/blogger-image--2130932640.jpg"></a></div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-79257395245154872352013-09-10T14:21:00.001-05:002013-09-10T14:21:44.691-05:00Mobile BloggerI'm creeping into the 21st century slowly but surely! I loaded blogger on my iPhone. Very exciting!<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3xBMsccdg1Y6kUOzEoP9POlXuHu54XLq3MesD2fNdT-CggRJATQ-J6zBy04gfDPNu_SvH4Gy4pLwoIKCWgLuHvvnln-D2n7wSbWONcOIcqkums9XdsTKbnDhBzlYkXnwVNzuLZ56tltz/s640/blogger-image-1155619147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD3xBMsccdg1Y6kUOzEoP9POlXuHu54XLq3MesD2fNdT-CggRJATQ-J6zBy04gfDPNu_SvH4Gy4pLwoIKCWgLuHvvnln-D2n7wSbWONcOIcqkums9XdsTKbnDhBzlYkXnwVNzuLZ56tltz/s640/blogger-image-1155619147.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Random Gracie photo. She loves her woobie!</div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-91349218624676022122013-09-05T22:40:00.001-05:002013-09-05T22:40:39.154-05:00How in the HELL do you update the Picasa pictures?!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have a slide show on the right of my blog. I like the photos. They are nice.<br />
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They are also old.<br />
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Not THAT old - but older. I have some really cool recent ones I'd like to add. And I cannot for the life of me figure out how.<br />
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I cannot even find the stupid album on Picasa.<br />
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ARGH!!! I feel like Charlie Brown!<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-29053514725687798152013-07-14T21:16:00.001-05:002013-07-14T21:17:42.876-05:00Big Girl Panties...AKA being an Adult<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've said it before - and I'm sure I will say it many, many, many more times the older I get...<br />
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Getting old SUCKS!<br />
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Use to be I'd just think about losing weight and ooh look 5lbs lost!<br />
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Now I have to actually be good girl and change my lifestyle. Cause it's not just about weight - it's about health. <br />
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Exercise more, eat less, eat better. Stop making excuses. Pull your Big Girl Panties (forever forward known as BGP) up and do the right thing.<br />
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My cholesterol is up so I need to eat oatmeal every day, take fish oil, eat almonds, walk more, stop eating ice cream.<br />
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I love ice cream.<br />
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Especially when it's 100 degrees outside.<br />
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So this past weekend was not a stellar BGP weekend.<br />
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I had ice cream, and pudding. I also had fajitas.<br />
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But I bought some nice and healthy food for the week and I'm pulling my BGP back up and I am getting back on track. Even if I mess up 2 days I figure if I'm good 5 days I'll be ahead 3 days.<br />
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We shall see.<br />
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Anyhoooo I'm watching snakes on a plane again. I have to say it's pretty funny!<br />
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Gotta love those B movies with giganormus, mutant animals.<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-81174409053085472702013-06-06T15:11:00.000-05:002013-06-06T15:12:04.542-05:00Horrible, Horrible, Horrible Pregnancy Nightmare<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had a dream.<br />
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It was a nightmare.<br />
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I dreamed that I was pregnant.<br />
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Ready to pop pregnant.<br />
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THE HORROR!<br />
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I was in a restaurant with people I'm acquainated with thinking well at least I'll have something in common with them now.<br />
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And thinking - I can't believe I'm going to be responsible for something for 20 odd years.<br />
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And thinking - There goes vacation.<br />
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And thinking - At least I didn't get too fat with this baby, I'm 8.5 months and look like I'm 5 months pregnant.<br />
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Then waking up and thinking - Thank God it was a dream!<br />
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Kids are nice and everything - but I really have zero desire to have one full time.<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-6131082167275197282013-06-04T14:22:00.001-05:002013-06-04T14:22:20.122-05:00UGH - I have Barrett's Esophagus<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
And I don't want it anymore.<br />
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My tummy is upset - I have Barrett's and it sucks sometimes. It could be worse - but I can no longer eat:<br />
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<li>Raw Veggies - especially lettuce and spinach</li>
<li>Citrus. I'm not a big citrus fan so I JUST figured this one out. I had a grapfruit martini this weekend - it was tart and tastee! But my tummy is still in pain.</li>
<li>Wasabi</li>
<li>I can have dairy but I have to go easy on it.</li>
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That's all I've figured out so far.<br />
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My stomach is KILLIN me people! KILLIN me.<br />
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It's better than it was on Sunday but hopefully not as good as it will be tomorrow.</div>
Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-58735675740329477612013-05-20T17:02:00.001-05:002013-05-20T17:02:45.162-05:00Dream<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had a weird dream this morning that I had 3 dogs and they were represented by symbols. One kinda looked like this:<br />
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To be honest I don't really remember the other symbols but they were similar maybe more cirular. </div>
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So my dogs didn't have the body of a dog in my dream but they were alive and in symbol form.</div>
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Maybe I heard some Prince before I went to bed last night? </div>
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I don't remember much more about the dream, except all three of them (my dog/symbols) were laid out on the bed. And the symbol/dogs were on flash cards.</div>
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And yes I did wake up thinking "Wow THAT was weird". And I remembered it well enough to write about it.</div>
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At least I didn't dream about a Zombie <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Apocalypse</span>.</div>
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-66863745874599548252013-05-16T16:04:00.002-05:002013-05-16T16:04:31.413-05:00Dreamin<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been having a lot of vivid dreams recently.<br />
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I know they are vivid because I wake up thinking OMG that was weird! I need to remember that so I can blog about it.<br />
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Well guess what - the dreams, they may be weird enough for me to say that - but apparently not weird enough to remember.<br />
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Cause I do not remember a SINGLE one!<br />
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meh what can you do?<br />
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This weekend we are going to go see KKKKHHHHHAAAAANNNNN!<br />
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"They" say this Star Trek movie isn't about Khan - but I don't care I just love yelling out....<br />
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KKHHHHAAAANNNNN!<br />
KKHHHHAAAANNNNN!<br />
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You gotta say it twice - because Captain Kirk does...<br />
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Later...</div>
Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-79841314962922585472013-05-10T11:40:00.000-05:002013-05-10T11:40:06.853-05:00Nasty Rainy Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It's 11:30 in the morning here - and it looks like it's 9:00 at night
outside.<o:p></o:p><br />
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It's a nasty rainy day and I'm stuck here at work. That SUCKS! I'd much
rather be at home in my sun room listening to the rain, watching some Tee Vee,
and doing some needle point.<o:p></o:p><br />
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But I'm at work, I have yoga (yes I'm going again today) at 5.15 then I have
Pet Patrol at 6.30.<o:p></o:p><br />
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<a href="http://www.thepetpatrol.org/"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.thepetpatrol.org/</span></a><o:p></o:p><br />
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Pet Patrol is one of the greatest things EVER! I found them a few years ago
when I was at the Pride Parade here in Houston.<o:p></o:p><br />
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They provide food and vet care for the animals of the elderly or chronically
ill. When I found out what they did it astonished me. <o:p></o:p><br />
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Why do you ask? <o:p></o:p><br />
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Because - I never thought about what I would do if I became unable to care
for my furbabies due to illness. If I had to let them go I truly believe it
would literally kill me. Or kill my will to live - which is the same thing.<o:p></o:p><br />
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So I volunteer, I pack the food one Friday a month then deliver the month's
food on one Saturday a month. I also started to get involved with fund raising.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I love delivering and talking to my clients, meeting their furbabies, and
feeling like I'm doing something worthwhile.<o:p></o:p><br />
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My husband helps me pack which is nice too because we hang out with the other volunteers and have a good time.<br />
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Oh - I just heard that there is a tornado warning - gotta go!<br />
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Ciao </div>
Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-44322357765513141282013-05-09T09:47:00.000-05:002013-05-09T09:47:23.392-05:00YOOOGGAAAA<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I've been trying to get more fit. You know so that I don't trip over the bump in the floor, flailing about like that little old lady on the commercial.<br />
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You know the "I've fallen and I can't get up" lady.<br />
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I'm getting older and it's a BITCH! Who knew!? I can't just drop the pounds by running a little and skipping cupcakes for a few weeks!<br />
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All you 21 year olds beware - I was skinny, skinny, skinny too....now I'm a middle-aged softly rounded woman (still hot to some though!).<br />
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And guess what...you will be too!<br />
So I went to yoga last night - and I am sooo sore today. And let me tell you - I started doing cross fit and I don't feel anywhere near as fat and out of shape doing that like I did doing the yoga last night.<br />
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Yoga kicks your ass.<br />
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Just sayin...<br />
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Kicks.<br />
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Your.<br />
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ASS.<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-7809239042129797562013-04-22T15:15:00.000-05:002013-04-22T15:15:18.460-05:00Dreaming Again<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I had a dream this morning (early). I dreamed that I has poison ivy all over
my body. But especially in my right eye, hand, and leg.<o:p></o:p><br />
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When I woke up I was rubbing my eyes. I was really itchy. And I still am - I
took the girls for a walk yesterday down by the Bayou. Obviously I'm having
some kind of reaction to the grass, the flowers, or the trees out there.<o:p></o:p><br />
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I CANNOT STOP ITCHING!<o:p></o:p><br />
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Now if you're reading this - are you itching?<o:p></o:p><br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-45772797162435767062013-01-24T12:08:00.000-06:002013-01-24T12:09:27.599-06:00I Work in Crazy Land<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I work in a place that rewards crazy.<br />
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Two of my co-workers were screaming at each other in the hall this morning. <br />
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Apparently this started in front of some vendors they were suppose to be meeting with to finalize a major contract.<br />
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Nice - <br />
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I'm sure their reps were happy to hear obscenities - mostly the F word - being screamed in our downtown, high rise, offices.<br />
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Very professional.<br />
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And from what I can see - no one was reprimanded. Because they are both just bopping around like nothing happened.<br />
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Never mind there was a person cowering in my cube to get away from them.<br />
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Never mind they actually scared me - I thought they were going to start punching each other - and they had me and the other person blocked in so we couldn't escape.<br />
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Never mind that this is the same person a group of us went to HR about a few weeks ago because we think he's crazy. This same person who I know for a fact a least 2 other people have gone to HR informing them about his crazy ass behavior. And how do I know about the other two? Because he (Mr. Crazy himself) told me.<br />
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If this project doesn't kick off soon I'm sooo out of here.<br />
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Not a fan of crazy.<br />
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Nope. Not. At. All.<br />
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-20768310872527501172013-01-23T21:38:00.001-06:002013-01-24T12:08:57.648-06:00Bad Blogger, Bad!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I just read my last post... I guess I didn't do very well on trying to post more often!<br />
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I have a new job which is good.<br />
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Fur babies are doing good.<br />
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I'm having anxiety issues which is bad.<br />
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I think about dying a lot. Which I think means I have to much time on my hands.<br />
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I've been sick with what everyone thinks was the flu and I'm still exhausted from it. I just want to sleep for about 10 days.<br />
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I think that is part of my problem, I'm not busy at work, I've been sick, I'm not doing much at home, so I think.<br />
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Bad bad bad...<br />
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So I'm on a mission to find a new hobby like;<br />
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<li>Crocheting - I'm teaching myself and I made a square. Go me!</li>
<li>Painting - so far I've only done pinots pallet - you know drinking and painting.</li>
<li>I've been looking up law schools, really not into going back to school for 5 or more years part time. So I may just audit classes that interest me.</li>
<li>Pottery?</li>
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I am open to suggestions. I love to craft but have yet to finish anything major. And if I did anything I've worked on is no longer to my taste. </div>
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Yes, it takes me that long to finish anything.</div>
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I'm also trying to exercise more. Can't think when you can't breathe.</div>
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I dream of winning the lottery. A big life altering lottery. Cause I just want it handed to me. I'm like that.</div>
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I also dream of:</div>
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<li>Being chased down by Mormons (WTF?!) I have no idea where that came from.</li>
<li>My husband dying, after which my sister comes to live with me in a huge mansion that's falling down around us. So we are trying to prop the walls up to keep out... You guessed it! Wolves!</li>
<li>A big basket ball player grabbing me when I walk in to a room which reminds me of a classroom, there's a party and he dunks me. Like basketball. In a net.</li>
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I'm a little crazy. What can I say?</div>
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Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-48232308580587410042012-06-04T22:55:00.001-05:002012-06-04T22:55:47.580-05:00My Life...it's CRAZY!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
O.K. I just realized that it's been 2 months since I posted anything.<br />
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Well to catch you up...<br />
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1. I'm doing volunteer work delivering pet food to those that are ill or elderly so they can keep their pets. I never thought about how one would keep their companion animal if something catastrophic happened. It would kill me to have something horrible happen and on top of it I had to lose my furbabies.<br />
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Gut wrenching doesn't even cover it.<br />
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So if you want to give or volunteer the Pet Patrol's website here in Houston is http://www.thepetpatrol.org/<br />
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Worthwhile organization.<br />
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2. Volunteering at K9 Angels - I'm walking dogs who are awaiting adoption.<br />
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3. I was touched inappropriately by a masseuse... Yes, I accidentally went to one of "those" massage parlors. It was traumatic. Although, it was also freakin funny as hell too!<br />
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I mean really, only I would end up, clueless, in one of those places. Not figuring it out when they asked for cash up front, including tip, when the woman didn't really know how to do a massage, not understanding what she was asking the 4 or 5 times she asked if I needed "special attention". <br />
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No, I didn't figure it out until she "touched" me. <br />
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SURPRISE!!!<br />
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4. We went to Miami and the Keys for vacation.<br />
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Fun.<br />
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5. Katie is no longer on Prozac.<br />
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6. The girls are cute and growing.<br />
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7. We got new brick steps because the girls were hard on the wood ones.<br />
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9. And this past weekend we saw....<br />
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KHAAAAANNNNNN!<br />
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At the alamo draft house<br />
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And that about wraps it up. I'm going to try not to let 2 more months go by without posting.<br />
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Ciao~<br />
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FINALLY we have planned our vacation.<br />
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We are going to Miami and then Key West...YAY~!<br />
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I can't wait.<br />
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That's about it for now.<br />
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Babies are good.<br />
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Job is...well a job.<br />
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Hubby is good.<br />
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And whiskey is GREAT!<br />
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Beach here we come!</div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-6705704328908592792012-03-05T14:03:00.001-06:002012-03-05T14:04:53.045-06:00Attention span ZERO!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I cannot concentrate today.<br />
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Is it because it's Monday? Because the weekend was too short? Because I had LOTS of fun and now I'm sitting at a desk feeling my butt get bigger?<br />
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Is it because I have little to no human interaction during the day? <br />
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I am a drone...<br />
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Work. Work. Work!<br />
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I don't know.<br />
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I did have a dream last night.<br />
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I was in Dubai, on the beach with two other couples and we decided to go back to our respective hotel rooms.<br />
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Boring I know.<br />
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Maybe my dream is why I'm so bored today?<br />
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Anyway...<br />
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We go into the hotel the other two couples go to their rooms and I decide to leave to go back to wherever.<br />
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So one of the guys walks me to the elevator - not the one we came up on but a different one.<br />
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It was HUGE. Like your living room stuck on the side of the building. <br />
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And the elevator attendant (yes there was one in a red suit with brass buttons no less) closes the drapes because it was one of those elevators with windows instead of walls.<br />
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And he pushed the down button.<br />
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AND the elevator WAS REALLY FAST! Like heart stopping going 150mph fast.<br />
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The elevator that was going 150mph DID NOT STOP AT THE GROUND FLOOR!<br />
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It kept going down the street and onto the beach.<br />
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At which point I was freaking out, 1. because of the elevator ride, and 2. because I needed to be in the lobby of the hotel - not on the beach.<br />
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So I tell the elevator operator. <br />
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Then I woke up.<br />
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Hm.<br />
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I wonder what that could mean? </div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-23734262948511907642012-02-24T18:37:00.003-06:002012-02-24T18:37:50.030-06:00Dog Poo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have mastiffs...<br />
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In case you've forgotten what they look like....<br />
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Here's Katie at 3 weeks (she's the one on the left with the white chin).<br />
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Here is Gracie at 9 weeks.<br />
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Here is a more recent picture of them.<br />
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They weigh 220lbs collectively. <br />
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We (and my we I mean me) scoop the poo from the back yard.<br />
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Imagine the poo.<br />
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'nough said.</div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-9471959909473239252012-02-22T19:59:00.002-06:002012-02-22T19:59:17.854-06:00Bad Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I had a nightmare yesterday morning...yes I usually dream after my alarm goes off and I hit snooze like 4,000 times.<br />
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I dreamed that I was single and unemployed<br />
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Which isn't so bad, but then I also dreamed that...<br />
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I HAD KIDS!<br />
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PLURAL!<br />
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Can you say stress!?<br />
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I couldn't tell you what sex they were or how old they were - other than they were young enough that I had to do everything for them. So I guess they must have been like 7 or younger.<br />
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On top of being unemployed and responsible for multiple children (I have no idea how many I just know it was more than one),<br />
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ARGH...<br />
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I lived on the 10th floor of a very small, studio apartment, with the multiple children mind you, and the elevator didn't work so I had to WALK up all 10 flights.<br />
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I didn't have money to pay rent, to feed the kids, etc...<br />
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What a very stressful dream.<br />
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And then there were elephants.<br />
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Baby elephants in my dream.<br />
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I have NO idea what they were doing in my dream.<br />
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Then I woke up.<br />
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WTF? I guess a psychologist would have a field day with that one.<br />
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I was just glad to wake up to my life.<br />
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My childless, home ownership, gainfully employed, married life.<br />
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I joined Pinterest. <br />
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Now I'm addicted. I'm trolling the internet finding things I want to buy for the house - or just want to think about buying in the future, or really just dream about buying when I win the lottery.<br />
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I'm also pinning restaurants I love.<br />
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And vacation spots I want to go to or have been that I want to go back to.<br />
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I'm not sure how to tell people to look at my pins - but I want to have some of my friends do so because I want opinions on the things I'm thinking of for the house.<br />
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Will this work I wonder? http://pinterest.com/zimmerjr/<br />
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I've also tried to upload my photos on Picasa so I can have a slide show on my blog. Somehow it captured about 20 photos. Not sure how, or why those particular photos were chosen.<br />
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Especially when the site spent about 20 minutes uploading my photos. I have literally thousands of them.<br />
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What can I say - when it comes to digital photos I'm snap happy!<br />
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But only the 20 are showing.<br />
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Hmmm....<br />
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Face it I'm technologically challenged. And I have no children to catch me up to speed or do it for me.<br />
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Not that I want one in house - but I may borrow my friend's 15 year old.<br />
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He should know...<br />
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Well...back to Pinterest...</div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-384951938022356457.post-19325450974443794282012-01-31T23:02:00.000-06:002012-01-31T23:05:01.105-06:00Three Things...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Well I had goals for when I got home from work today.<br />
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1. Fix dinner at home instead of eating out.<br />
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2. Blog</div>
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3. Do 10 squats</div>
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And let me tell you why the squats. I'm getting old.</div>
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When I walk down the stairs my knee feels weak.</div>
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So I decided to do squats. That should help - along with losing about 40lbs. </div>
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I don't like this getting old shit.</div>
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It SUCKS!</div>
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It's not easy to maintain your weight - use to be but isn't now.</div>
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Things start sagging and falling apart.</div>
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MY FREAKIN EYEBROWS ARE GOING GREY!</div>
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WTF?!</div>
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I tired of working - I'm just not interested anymore.</div>
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It use to be an adventure and exciting.</div>
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You get out of high school you go to college.</div>
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That's exciting because WOW you're an adult. You learn how to pay your bills, pay for school, food etc on your own (at least I had to). AND no one is telling you what to do.</div>
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AWESOME!</div>
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Then you get your first job - Double wow! Your making more money than you did during college. Not much more - but it seems like so much more because you don't have to figure out how to pay for school and your apartment, and food, and gas, and the car note - you get the idea.</div>
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And you also don't need to worry how your going to get enough sleep while working full time, going to school full time, and studying. So it's like you have all this extra time, it's exhilarating and energizing. </div>
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Then come the promotions. Yay! More money. Then you buy a house (condo for me), a new car, appliances (how exciting a washer and dryer), start saving for retirement.</div>
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Then you get married.</div>
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Travel the world. </div>
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Then 15 years pass and now, now I'm older and I know there is way more to life than work.</div>
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So now I really can't be bothered. </div>
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I know I have to be bothered in order to pay for my house, my dogs, food, clothes etc...</div>
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But all I really want to do is travel - in style no less - you know take a private flight with the dogs to Europe, five star hotels, villas, pdiddy man servants....</div>
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And when I'm home I want to do volunteer work, dink around the house, take my furbabies to the park, hang with my husband.</div>
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I do NOT want to go to work and interact with stupid people and deal with crap bureaucratic BS.</div>
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I am not a diplomat. Have no desire to be one.</div>
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I'm to straight forward. If X then Y. I don't see D and E...</div>
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Unfortunately, I haven't won the lottery. So I have to try to see D and E.</div>
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It sucks. </div>
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But they make it worth it!</div>
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Gracie Playing...<br />
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Katie with her woobie...<br />
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Gracie looking cute...<br />
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And my love...</div>
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I like Benefits make up because of the packaging.<br />
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And I like Sephora because it comes to my door...I feel prity! Oh so prity!<br />
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And I like kitchy sayings.<br />
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So true! I can be crazy town and my friends still love me!</div>
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Cha cha cha!</div>
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My husband and I went to Jenni's noodle house for lunch.</div>
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She had this prayer by the menus.</div>
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Armani</div>
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Which art in Neiman's</div>
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Hallowed be thy shoes</div>
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Thy Prada come</div>
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Thy shopping done</div>
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On Rodeo</div>
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As it is in Paris</div>
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Give us this day our Visa Black</div>
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And forgive us our balance</div>
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As we forgive those who charge us interest</div>
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Led us not into Penney's</div>
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And deliver us from Sears</div>
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For thine is the Chanel, the Gaultier</div>
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And the Versace</div>
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For Dolce and Gabbana</div>
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This makes me smile every single time I read it.</div>
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Really weird.<br />
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I dreamed that my dogs were chewing up the end of my umbrella - not a normal umbrella end oh no...<br />
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One that was shaped like and made of the same material as one of those boxing balls.<br />
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You remember those right?<br />
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Like this but only a lot smaller.<br />
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And it was torn and tattered. Very weird dream but I figure that I dreamed it because I came home to this...<br />
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Gracie decided she was bored I guess...and her toys just didn't cut it.</div>
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I think this is similar to the kids who prefer to play with boxes instead of the present. She's got a whole box of toys. But she wanted to rip up the toilet paper - I guess it was more fun... You know, interactive.</div>
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The culprit up close. The one in the front. Not the one that's trying to look interested and innocent.</div>
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Here they are chewing on their bully sticks. In the crate. Together. They actually stayed put long enough for me to take a photo. I didn't put them in there, they sauntered in there themselves.</div>
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Who me?! I am sweet...<br />
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I am innocent!<br />
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I just want LLLLOVVVVE!<br />
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Or a nap. Gracie is natural born napper and cuddler.<br />
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Isn't life Grand!?</div>Judithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00643849547952052761noreply@blogger.com0