tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46362788466062134482024-03-21T04:17:14.918-07:00Livin' My Life Out LoudThis is where I get to be whatever I want. Come on in, the water's fine but beware,there's no lifeguard on duty....Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-85674801808355222622011-10-08T15:26:00.000-07:002011-10-08T15:26:03.921-07:00Fall is FINALLY hereSo, after a very long, very hot summer, it would seem that Fall is finally here. It's rainy and cold today. Only in the mid 40's. It sounds like much of Colorado has even seen some snow. And wouldn't you know it, instead of being as busy as I would like to be, (baking, sewing, cleaning, etc.) I find myself with a bit of a stomach bug. Of course! My tummy hurts and at times feels like the bathroom may be in order. Sorry if that's T.M.I. but that's the way it is folks.<br />
It would also appear that my Blog is in need of some house keeping. Geez, I logged on and was like "Hey, what the heck is all of this" in regards to all of the changes that Blogger has made. I like them, or at least think I do as I haven't done any exploring yet. <br />
You know what's on my mind today and many of these past days though? Wait. I guess that's a loaded question because I always have a ton of stuff on my mind but here's what's been knocking around the "frontal lobe".....<strong>Sister Wives</strong>. (I never promised a "reasonable" or "thought provoking" topic. And remember, my tummy hurts so just let me go with this.) I really like watching the show. It's like a train wreck just waiting to happen! To me it's almost like going by an accident thinking "Oh I hope there's no one hurt" but craning my kneck just in case so I don't miss it!<br />
I would LOVE sitting down with these women and just asking and asking and asking. And you KNOW, my first questions would evolve around sex! But after I got that out of the way, I think I would have to ask "Why". If you truly believe this is what God wants for your life, then "why" do you experience jealousy? "Why" does the third wife appear to be considering leaving? The fourth wife made a comment on one of the first episodes of the new season that this was not about lust. It it was, the husband of these ladies could just get himself a hooker. It's cheaper. Uh huh...seems to me the lady doth protest too much! And by the way, GOOGLE that fourth wife and you can find a ton of nastiness about the debt she had to bring with her from her divorce from the first husband. So that leads me to another question..."why" in God's name would this man take on THAT?! I would think that since she does not work outside the home, Mr. Polygamist has to take that debt on himself. And let's not kid ourselves here...He is in lust with #4. He may also love her,(don't know and to be honest, don't care) but he is MOST DEF. IN LUST! It's written all over his face! I would PAY to have BSP look at me that way on a regular basis! So anyway, I just can't get these folks outta my brain! Is Polygamy more common than we think it is? And since Polygamy isn't legal anywhere in the US (I GOOGLED that too!) why isn't the Law concerned with these folks in Las Vegas? They left Utah over fear of legal action but guess what? It 'aint legal in the City of Sin either! Oh! And that's another thing! Vegas?!?! Aren't these folks supposed to be UBER religious? What a crazy place to bring the whole family! (Although if he ever decides to just go with that hooker, he should have no problem finding one!)<br />
I also wonder what it would be like if I were in a Sister Wives situation? I am the most jealous woman on the Planet! I can promise you there would never be any other wife besides me because I'd kill her before I let her at my husband. <br />
However, on days like today, where my tummy hurts and it's been hard to do much of anything because of how I feel, a Sister Wife might come in handy. After all, BSP is out working hard in this cold and rain and he deserves to come home to warm meal. Oh ok, that's nothing more than a maid and a cook but still, today it's looking pretty good to me! <br />
Until my next rant,<br />
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A few weeks back BSP and I were super fortunate to head to Alaska to visit my In-Laws. And as a side note, what IS the correct way to write in laws? Caps? Hyphen? I digress...<br />
You may have remembered <a href="http://kellysklues.blogspot.com/search?q=airplane">this post</a> where I shared my extreme dislike on flying. While we <em>can</em> drive to Alaska, it would take the greater part of three days to get there and upon arrival we would have to head back because of course, getting back to Colorado would take the greater part of three days. Pointless waste of time when, in just 5 small hours, you are there by flight. In preparing for the trip, I discovered I have not conquered my fear of flying. In fact, it appeared to have gotten much larger in the whole scope of things so I headed off to my family doc and asked for some medical intervention. I mean really, why not. I've been to the doctor so much these past few months, what's another visit? She was happy to help me out and off to Alaska we flew. I was pleasantly calm and can report that I did not leap over anyone's Grandmother nor toss anyone's child out of my way to get to the Exit. <br />
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Alaska is so unbelievably awesome. This is one of my re-discoveries. My FIL and BIL surprised us with an overnight fishing trip to the Kenai and <a href="http://www.rodnreal.com/">this</a> company took us out on the water. There aren't any words to describe how amazing the experience was. Even without the quick fishing trip, Alaska is a MUST. Go! Plan it! My SIL works for Anchorage Convention and Visitors Bureau. Check out their amazing <a href="http://www.anchorage.net/">web site</a> and get that trip planned!<br />
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Last year the Movie "Julie & Julia" came out. I didn't have any regard for it one way or another until I watched it. (I assume that I am not the only one who can gain some insight or be touched by certain movies. Otherwise there would be no movie industry, right?) So this weekend, all of the movie channels are open on our Dish carrier. (UBER detrimental to getting anything productive done, by the way) I was able to catch the last half of "Julie and Julia" again. Such a good movie for lots of reasons but here's what I took away yesterday...I loved how Julie's husband was such a support for her in her year long journey. (For that matter, it really did appear that Julia Child's husband was an amazing support to her as well) I guess that's maybe a little sappy but here's <em>why</em> I love that. I am finding myself re-examining marriage <em>again</em>. I have a divorce under my belt and so does BSP. So when you go into marriage again, you gotta work ten times harder not to bring in the previous crap from the aforementioned marriages. Personally, I don't think I am all that good at being a wife. For lots of reasons but I will spare you the gory details. But I was reminded yesterday how important it is to have a supportive husband. Even when he doesn't actually understand or "get" what it is his wife is trying to do. That is just one of the great things about BSP. He honestly thinks I am talented and smart and can do just about anything! (poor deluded man) I didn't have that before so you would think I wouldn't take it for granted the second time around. But I do. See? Bad wife!<br />
Anyway, I guess I don't care <em><u>how</u></em> I am reminded to be thankful for my husband, I just hope I continue to be reminded because I don't think my <em>amazing wife skills</em> are improving any time soon. Thanks honey...you truly are the best.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/306/D0AFDD3396F72130D2CFACBF02C80E8D.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-38699611498220587832011-04-27T10:37:00.000-07:002011-04-27T11:24:01.283-07:00Okay, so here's the thing...The last several months have been <strike>shitty</strike> rough. (Tryin to be a little PC here although shitty is a far better descriptive word for the tale I am about to tell.)<br />
In December, one of my best friends from High School passed away. In June of 2010 she found out she had an inoperable brain tumor. She was gone by December. She left behind a beautiful 7 year old miracle child she was never supposed to have. Really. She was told by doctors at the age of 18 she would never have children. And then, about 10 years into her relationship with her significant other, she commented to him one evening that if she didn't know better, she could swear she was feeling a baby move inside of her. So the next day, just to ease her mind, she saw her doctor. Yep. Pregnant. Her own miracle boy was born just three short weeks later! (I know, right?! How cool is that?!) And now, just seven years later, Austin is without his mama. I'm not gonna lie to you or sugar coat this (mostly because that isn't my thing and everyone knows I have a big mouth) but I really, really questioned God over this. My girlfriend didn't deserve this. Her miracle boy didn't deserve to lose his mama. And yeah, I was a bit angry with God. <br />
It was about this time that I started noticing I wasn't feeling very good. I was having <strong>days</strong> of this bone numbing fatigue and really just a general feeling of "blah". There were also days of feeling out of whack inside my head. Like I couldn't "land" a solid thought. I've been a migraine sufferer forever but they really hadn't been much of an issue for the last several years. Then, around the time all of this other garbage started up, the migraines started back up. Joy. My lower back on my right side is always in pain. Some days not so bad but others it just burns and aches and I live on the heating pad. And the worst part, next to the fatigue, is that my weight is creeping up and up and up. I've tried every diet known to man, I even quit having my "evening libations" for three weeks. Nothing helps. BSP has taken to calling me BBT. Big Booty Trudy. He says it affectionately but seriously, my booty just keeps getting bigger and bigger. He's gotta be wondering how he's gonna haul this booty around on the Harley this summer! (I started power walking several weeks ago and although no weight has been lost, I'm up to 4 miles a day. Pretty cool even without the weight loss!)<br />
I really didn't think too much of it the first few weeks but by mid January I finally told BSP that I just wasn't feeling well. And so began the laundry list of doctors visits. <br />
I've been poked and prodded so much I'm thinking of charging admission. I've been tested for everything and everything comes back negative. At one point the blood work done to test my thyroid came back wonky so I re-tested and it was fine. At one point there was blood in my urine so they put me on two different antibiotics, re-tested the pee and everything is fine. My doc tried several different "control" type meds for the migraines and they made me feel worse so I said screw it and stopped trying to figure that part out. Last week I finally saw a Rheumatologist who once again, poked and prodded. Everything came back fine except my Vitamin D levels are very low. She put me on a prescription Vitamin D for 12 weeks. Her nurse told me on the phone that very low Vitamin D levels can make you feel pain and fatigue. <br />
I am sick of being sick. Really,really sick of it. I want the old me back. I want all of the freaking medical community to quit looking at me like I'm a hypochondriac or a pill popper just looking for drugs. You know what, I <strong><em>AM</em></strong> looking for drugs because I haven't gotten any answers and I'm tired of the pain in my lower back! <br />
I know I should be thankful that I still have my life to live because my girlfriend didn't get that option but when you're in pain, it's hard to focus on the positive. I also thought long and hard <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">about</span> deleting my Blog 'cause some days I just don't have the energy and other days I figure no one wants to hear about this crap anyway! So, here's the thing... I'm gonna keep my Blog because it's sort of like keepin a Diary except instead of hiding it from prying eyes, I'll just let the whole world take a peek. But I warn ya, these days it's not very pretty! Onward and well, not upward....just onward...<span style="font-size: x-small;"><em>sigh.....</em></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-19364769201019377002010-09-14T13:56:00.000-07:002010-09-14T14:48:23.735-07:00Just a little somethin' to update...OK, I know. It's been like a 100 years since I posted anything on my Blog. Mucho happenings in my life including my first ever (And please God, may it be my last!) experience with the Unemployment system. No, this post isn't about that. I'm not ready to "go there" but suffice it to say, it's really not fun, very stressful and DAM, no wonder why thousands just give up and don't finish the filing. <br />
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AND a final word of warning regarding employer/employee relationships. No matter what you and your employer go through together, no matter how many years you have worked for said employer, no matter how many weddings, funerals, good times, bad times, and all the hard work you do for said employer...it means <strong>nothing at all to said employer!!!</strong><br />
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'Nuff said for now.<br />
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SO, I am posting a few pics from the summer. You're welcome.<br />
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James LOVES the Harley. He even knows where the horn is!<br />
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The drive from our home in Colorado to Shawn's home in South Dakota is roughly between 8-10 hours and most of it through (yawn) Nebraska. If you've ever driven through Nebraska, you will understand the "yawn". Honey, there just 'aint nothin' there to see! <br />
Obviously because the trip is long, I have to stop for gas about twice in the course of the trip. Well, I don't <em>have</em> to stop for gas but I usually do once the tank gets to about the halfway down point because let's face it, NO ONE WANTS TO BE STUCK ON I80 IN THE MIDDLE OF NEBRASKA! <br />
Because of the recent disaster in the gulf, I think we are all aware of <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">BP</span> these days. Now I tend to be one of the millions of people who "bitch from the sidelines" rather that get involved. I don't have the energy to fight someone <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">else's</span> fight and rather than gossip about someone I know, I can <strike>bitch</strike> gossip about current events and still sleep at night. <br />
But here's my confession, I could not stop at any of the numerous <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">BP</span> gas stations I encountered. I. Could. Not. Do. It. <br />
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This really took me by surprise. I am in no way a tree hugger. I fully support diapering my beautiful grandsons <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">tushies</span> in disposable diapers. We don't have a recycling container. I refuse to buy "Green" products because they are usually <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">uber</span> expensive. I try to re-use my plastic grocery bags as trash bags for our smaller garbage cans but once those suckers fill up, they get thrown out. When my dad was alive, he put glass packs on every truck he ever had and I LOVED it! Ozone layer be damned. We ride a Harley and put bigger and better pipes on that sucker the minute we could and you should feel the heat comin' off those bad boys. Do you get my drift here? NOT a tree hugger. So, I was totally caught off guard by my reaction to getting gas at <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">BP</span>! In my mind and my heart, I know there are local families who are suffering because a lot of people have boycotted <span class="goog-spellcheck-word">BP</span>. I still couldn't do it. And sadly, it appeared that one of those stations has been shut down. <br />
Along with every single other human being, I don't know what the solution to this awful disaster is but I have this nagging, persistent feeling that things will never be the same again. Our Country has been altered forever. No solutions, no ideas but just this one confession today. "They" say confession is good for the soul. I wonder whose? <br />
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This morning however, the Today show did a spot with the Salahi's. You know, the party crashers at the White House. Um, seriously? There's nothing else to cover but the Salahi's? But lest I stray off topic, I will save that rant for a whole other post, or maybe not, as I just don't think these "fakey fakersons" are worth any of my valuable time.<br />
But among all of the other "spewage" out their mouths, Matt Lauer tried to pin them down on the whole "Are you starring in a new series of the Real Housewives" to which Mrs. <strike>Spewage</strike> Salahi proclaimed "I just love the whole Real Housewives series and would love to be a part of it". To which I threw up a little in my mouth. <br />
Remember <a href="http://kellysklues.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-bravo-tv.html">this post</a> in which I told the folks at Bravo that there's nothing real about these Housewives? Evidently the folks at Bravo don't read my Blog. Darn it. <br />
HOW is this woman a "real housewife"? I have a hard time seeing <em>any </em>of the women who star in these shows down on their knees in a pair of shorts and their husbands stained tee-shirt trying to get their baby to lie still while they clean poop off every single crevice on said baby without getting any on the floor while said baby lies writhing and crying and trying everything to get away from mommy because baby has no patience for such things. <br />
I have a hard time seeing <em>any</em> of these women cleaning up cat barf for the umpteenth million time because said cat simply inhaled his dinner and promptly barfed it all back up and now you are trying to clean it up before kitty kitty re-eats it.<br />
I have a hard time seeing <em>any</em> of these women standing in their kitchen with a pound of hambuger staring back at her while she tries to figure out what to make now because you've tried every single recipe you can find that calls for hamburger but darn it all, it's cheap and it feeds the family!<br />
I have a hard time seeing <em>any</em> of these women fart in their sleep and then have their husbands tease them about it to which they respond with "it wasn't on purpose and at least I don't blow the sheets up like you do when you fart dear hubby". <br />
I have a hard time seeing any of these women do anything that even remotely resembles being a real housewife. <br />
Will Hollywood ever get a clue? I think there's a conspiracy between Politics and Hollywood. They are both completely clueless to the lives of real people. But I bet if we were a fly on their walls, they probably fart in bed too. Now that's real, don't you think?!<br />
<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/306/D0AFDD3396F72130D2CFACBF02C80E8D.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-38623431515693939992010-05-21T10:22:00.000-07:002010-05-21T10:24:46.410-07:00So what happened?!You know, so often, those of us who Blog, share some pretty deep <strike>shit</strike> stuff. I guess it's like jotting our <strike>shit</strike> stuff on the pages of a diary, only it's on the computer and instead of keeping it tucked away in a drawer or under the bed, we share it with the world. OK, maybe it's not like a diary, but you get my point.<br />
<em>Anyway....</em> I cruise a lot of Blogs that I follow on a daily basis. Not gonna share whose, get your own. (JUST KIDDING!) I think for me, it's vilifying in a sort of "Thank God I'm not the only one who deals with this sort of <strike>shit </strike>stuff". It's like picking up a really good book. But like all good stories, I expect there to be a beginning, a middle and an end. And a lot of days, I find myself thinking "SO WHAT HAPPENED"!! You can't just leave me hanging here! But a lot of times, that's what happens. We're left hanging. Wondering what happened. Where did the new boyfriend go?! How did the fight with the spouse end?! Wasn't your kid in serious doggy doo?! Weren't you pregnant and now you aren't?! So I was all set to get on here and post my "holier than thou because I always update" when I realized that I don't. Remember <a href="http://kellysklues.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-this-song.html">this</a> or <a href="http://kellysklues.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-is-pain.html">this</a>? <br />
I was down. Way, way down. Lookin up from the bottom of a pit thinkin' I am never going to see happy days again. So...UPDATE! (You're welcome) I <strong>am</strong> seeing happier days. I didn't stay at the bottom of that dark pit. Thank God! It's a work in progress that will <em>always</em> have to be a work in progress but honestly, isn't everything worth fighting for a work in progress? So, without actually telling you what happened because I'm still not able to share the details, I want you to know I'm much better. <br />
Now if I could just find out what happened to the boyfriend, the kiddo in doggy doo, the pregnancy, etc...!!<br />
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...If I ever visit New York City and have the opportunity to visit the Today show, <em>I'd like to think</em> I wouldn't lose my mind and wave and scream at the camera just to get my mug on TV for 2 seconds...<br />
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...When I put my clothes on every day, <em>I'd like to think</em> that my caboose isn't nearly as big as it is...(however, pictures tend to deflate that myth)<br />
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...I try to call my mother at least once a week and <em>I'd like to think</em> that makes me a good daughter...(however, each and every time I call her she responds sarcastically with "Lisa? Lisa who? I have a daughter named Lisa"? simply because more than a week may have passed since I called her)<br />
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...Just because I am a grandmother <em>I'd like to think</em> I still look like a hot biker chick on the Harley...<br />
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...I have several speeding tickets under my belt because <em>I'd like to think</em> I am the next <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shirley_Muldowney">Shirley Muldowney</a> but just haven't been discovered yet...<br />
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...<em>I'd like to think</em> that I could start a movement asking everyone NOT to vote in the next election in the hopes of shaking up the idiots who run Washington and our local and Federal governments...(Seriously, how funny would it be if they only received one vote each. The one they cast for themselves!!)<br />
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...Do YOU <em>like to think</em> things too? If you do, I'd love to read them!<br />
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I haven't participated in <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/2010/04/letters-of-intent_15.html">Letters of Intent</a> in like, <em>forever</em> and it's time to jump back into the game. Go ahead and read my rant and rave a.k.a. "political verbal vomit" and then jump on over to <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/">Julie's</a> and see what everyone else has the intent to say today! And just like my title states, I'm warning you now. If you are offended by the ranting and raving against any political party, you may just want to skip this one altogether. <br />
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Still here? M-kay pumpkin...I warned you!<br />
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Dear Republicans, Democrats and now the Tea Party,<br />
You are idiots. <strong><em>Each and every one of you</em></strong>. Don't get me wrong here. I have been known to be a member of "the idiots" club in the past myself. <br />
Oh yes, I've voted in every single Presidential election since I was 18 and yes, I made sure my daughters all exercised their right to vote just as soon as they were legally able. <br />
I have voted conservatively and found that to be HIGHLY DISAPPOINTING. (See the 8 years of George W Bush in the White House) <br />
You idiot Republicans had 8 years to really "eff" the joint up and you did a whiz bang job of it! Congrats! <br />
So, along comes Mr. Hope and Change and just like 95% of the rest of the idiots out there, I strongly <em>hoped</em> this was just what our Nation needed. Yeah, um not so much. <br />
I know, it's only about a year and a half into his Presidency but seriously, what part of <em>ANYTHING</em> this man has done can even remotely be considered hope and change? And don't EVEN get me started on Nancy Pelosi and the rest of her cronies. <br />
So now we have the Tea Party. Just another group of idiots. Seriously people, don't you understand that NOT ONE SINGLE PERSON we have ever elected truly gives a flying shit about us lowly, gotta work everyday for pennies just to survive people?! <br />
I wish Sarah Palin would GO AWAY. How dare someone like her begin to think she speaks for me?! If you and I are not gun toting, conservative, livin' off the land people, we don't love our Country. Gosh Sarah, maybe if you truly loved our Country the way you say you do, you wouldn't have just quit on the people of Alaska, many of whom I proudly call family. Gosh Sarah, if you truly loved our Country, maybe you wouldn't have totally screwed one of those members of my family when it was time for some backing from the Governor but instead you threw your hat in with a cronie of yours? Yeah. These are the things we don't get to hear on the news. She's as dirty and corrupt as the rest of them. <br />
Until we have term limitations for members of Congress, the whole sordid mess will just continue to roll on and on and on. And all over you and me. <br />
Ted Kennedy served as a Senator for 47 years. Strom Thurmond served as a Senator for 47 years. The list goes on and on but don't take my word for it. Check it out right <a href="http://www.senate.gov/senators/Biographical/longest_serving.htm">here</a>.<br />
Puullleeeaaassseee. These are career politicians who aren't there for you and me. It's the power and the money and <em>nothing else</em>.<br />
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Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-3367617390478516842010-04-09T20:36:00.000-07:002010-04-09T20:36:46.834-07:00What is pain?So Websters Dictionary describes pain as:<br />
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1.physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc. <br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yep. I've got that. Feeling physical suffering or distress, as due to injury (I am assuming injury of the heart counts here?)</span><br />
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2.a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body: a back pain.<br />
<span style="color: red;">Yes but again, that would be pain of the heart.</span><br />
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3.mental or emotional suffering or torment: I am sorry my news causes you such pain. <br />
<span style="color: red;">Oh please. Let's not EVEN go HERE!</span><br />
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a.laborious or careful efforts; assiduous care: Great pains have been taken to repair the engine perfectly. <br />
<span style="color: red;">Ok. I have no idea what "great pains have been taken to repair the engine perfectly" feels like. Gotta be honest.</span><br />
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b.the suffering of childbirth.<br />
<span style="color: red;">HELL YES!!! THIS ONE I KNOW AND <span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>YES</em></strong>!!!!</span> IT COMPARES!!!!</span> (Honestly, I'd rather give birth)<br />
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5.Informal. an annoying or troublesome person or thing. <br />
<span style="color: red;">As in, "I seriously could cause physical damage to the "annoying person or thing"?? </span><br />
<span style="color: red;">If that's the case, then <em><strong><span style="font-size: large;">YES</span></strong></em>, this one counts too!</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Redundant. See #5</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Again, redundant...see #5</span><br />
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I'm sorry to be such a "Darcie downer" these days. Some <strike>shit </strike>stuff just doesn't go away very easily. You guys "rock" for hangin' with me. You totally deserve some kind of award. <br />
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We now return you to your regularly scheduled program....<br />
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Usually the saying goes "Onward and upward", right? Thereby implying that "upward" would indicate "improving, getting better, etc." right? While I can't quite say I am moving "upward" just yet, I can say that I'm hoping, praying, begging God that the worst is now behind me. That I will never, ever be in this place again. Onward and upward! Etc., etc., and so on. I'm sure you get the picture. <br />
Thanks to all my "peeps" who check in on me and if I can intrude on your lives for a bit longer, keep me in your kindest thoughts and prayers 'cause this is one chick who still needs it to find those "stairs upward"!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Daddy making sure Ethan is ready for pictures.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPbQccsmFPp5GC0XV9g9VaXhLZWllxV7sRlm4piAFL6cseUrwmkS2TXP-lU6m9sH9nlwCKfKd8A6e91Rbvk7boKqkIEjU4GfVS_RjquAHnonBl3wu98-oi5g_Du-Gq_laem-eN2oQeU6w/s1600/20100313_Nick+and+Ashley+Wedding_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOPbQccsmFPp5GC0XV9g9VaXhLZWllxV7sRlm4piAFL6cseUrwmkS2TXP-lU6m9sH9nlwCKfKd8A6e91Rbvk7boKqkIEjU4GfVS_RjquAHnonBl3wu98-oi5g_Du-Gq_laem-eN2oQeU6w/s400/20100313_Nick+and+Ashley+Wedding_16.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Thank you Kris & Lindsay of <a href="http://www.aldabellaphotography.com/">http://www.aldabellaphotography.com/</a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">You guys totally rock!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">(I promise to get more wedding photos up VERY soon!)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/306/D0AFDD3396F72130D2CFACBF02C80E8D.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-52856545219605460842010-03-23T11:10:00.000-07:002010-03-23T11:10:10.349-07:00Gripe much?!I've been wanting to participate in <a href="http://supahmommy.blogspot.com/">Supah's</a> Post It Note Tuesday forever and today seems like the perfect day to do just that. Actually, these last few awful days make this a good time to start.<br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-87305472693683083982010-03-22T11:54:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:13:52.314-07:00Finding my smileThis past week or so it's been really tough trying to find my smile <em>until </em>I remember these cutie patooties! Confession: I get out my camera several times a day and just look at the saved photos and wouldn't you know it, THERE'S MY SMILE!<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">(Ethan on my lap)</div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">"Grandma, you're so funny"!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLJMADUDJSVXedlNWcmoQjeygfAddb3ZaKS1RWG8X6cH0JUFyMKPS25JSrvXVYriFNHPtgbkA4f5xnAf9RK-HhvkvD5gegLRkLAwlakzmrFkAchx6YXaZu-PMLbGAN_BDCrERZcXMhc50/s1600-h/Lookin%20at%20grandma.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLJMADUDJSVXedlNWcmoQjeygfAddb3ZaKS1RWG8X6cH0JUFyMKPS25JSrvXVYriFNHPtgbkA4f5xnAf9RK-HhvkvD5gegLRkLAwlakzmrFkAchx6YXaZu-PMLbGAN_BDCrERZcXMhc50/s320/Lookin%20at%20grandma.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">"Did you see how funny my grandma is"?!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">(James in the kitchen with grandma on New Years Eve day)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This boy isn't spoiled by grandma at all, huh? Hey, it's never too soon to start learning how to cook and he actually did pretty darn good too!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOnV25ePqytzluY5CzsGo-uQdf01KoOAyFDe_jXSnELv3Mbvxyh4QSBjRogymzVJ37X-dCHiTum-_5QnyXPm-PMklVsZt3q11hw1aEYm2LQVosJbG8mUgD8rUWlGarMpMthzi87vReqly/s1600-h/Helping%20grandma%20in%20the%20kitchen.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuOnV25ePqytzluY5CzsGo-uQdf01KoOAyFDe_jXSnELv3Mbvxyh4QSBjRogymzVJ37X-dCHiTum-_5QnyXPm-PMklVsZt3q11hw1aEYm2LQVosJbG8mUgD8rUWlGarMpMthzi87vReqly/s320/Helping%20grandma%20in%20the%20kitchen.JPG" vt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/306/D0AFDD3396F72130D2CFACBF02C80E8D.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /></a></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-30332286653501923742010-03-20T08:15:00.000-07:002010-03-20T08:15:48.146-07:00Today...I am trying to be thankful for the new day. My FIL has this saying about birthdays: "If God is going to keep giving them, he's happy to keep taking them"! I love that saying and it fits nicely into each new day, don't you think?<br />
It's really easy to speak the words but it's a whole lot harder to practice them. Practice makes perfect though,huh?<br />
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I'm hoping and praying it's true.<br />
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Today this wonderful lady brought in a poster and some fliers for a benefit walk in her daughter's memory. <br />
Our office has a long standing rule that we don't display anyone else's "whatever" in our windows. However, when she came in and asked if we would be willing to put the poster up, my immediate response was "Of course"! <br />
After she left, I told my boss what I had done and he totally agreed. I hung the poster and put out the fliers and commented that I couldn't believe it had already been two years since her sweet daughters' life was taken abruptly away. My boss then said something that really fits and I thought it would be a good one to share. <br />
He said "They lied. Whoever said time heals all wounds lied. Time does not heal those wounds, it just takes some of the sting out of them". <br />
I have duo reasons for sharing this little glimpse into my day today. First and foremost, if you pray, would you please pray for the continued "balm" on the sting of this dear mama's wound? And second, I have a terrible "sting" myself today. I can't share further and I do apologize for being cryptic but I would so appreciate your prayers and kind thoughts today myself. <br />
To quote a favorite movie, "Forrest Gump":<br />
"Sometimes there just aren't enough rocks" or in my case today, sometimes there just aren't enough tears.<br />
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But seriously, take a look at the comments from my last, forever a long time ago post. I ask you, WHAT about my simple little Blog made someone think "Hey! Let's post some advertisements for Cialis"! Because every man looking for a bigger johnson will look at Blog comments for purchase options. Um yeah, not so much. And if some unknown, under "developed" gentleman DID cruise my Blog comments and purchase his "get me a bigger johnson" drug of choice, I don't want to know about it! <br />
My point is, I haven't had the time to update my Blog in forever but the comments just kept rolling in. Ok, ok....some were of the bigger Johnson variety, but comments none the less. So, moral of this story, if you want a Bigger Blog readership, go ahead and let the crusaders of bigger "tool and giggle berries" and any other "alter my mind" sellers post a comment. <br />
(<em>This is in no way an endoresment for needing anything bigger and better in the Kelly household. BSP is, well, um...more than adequate. This is also in no way an endorsement for any freaky, deaky "get me stoned" sales. Unless you're willing to share with me. JK!!)</em><br />
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</div>In the manger box...(he got in just as soon as mommy got the manger out)<br />
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In niece Amanda's yarn bag....<br />
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Yeah, he's like that. Pretty much just crawls into whatever happens to be around at the moment. Ah, Toby. What would we do without him? <br />
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<li>It's darn cold outside.</li>
<li>I'm UBER busy with a zillion projects getting ready for Christmas.</li>
<li>I'm having a hard time "feelin it" this year. </li>
<li>I don't seem to have much to say on my Blog right now. </li>
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-50407727224149873012009-11-16T09:28:00.000-08:002009-11-16T09:28:43.882-08:00Random thoughts...mine of course...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHoiOAWTTMYWTLozg79s2ObXbF_CsSoSwX89fL3XNNEqeZvAD4tJZbI3kZid07AuKbzCkD80QU4IzouGXOZ8j9Ax7bLcMj58rIiJ6ka5fb_N5k8OtOS9ofKivezI_k1TWvlPRUjD15J-s/s1600/Not+fashion.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtHoiOAWTTMYWTLozg79s2ObXbF_CsSoSwX89fL3XNNEqeZvAD4tJZbI3kZid07AuKbzCkD80QU4IzouGXOZ8j9Ax7bLcMj58rIiJ6ka5fb_N5k8OtOS9ofKivezI_k1TWvlPRUjD15J-s/s320/Not+fashion.JPG" yr="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">5. I wanted to bitch about how much I hate Monday's and do a little "pity party" for myself until I saw the Today show and they did an interview with the lady who was attacked by the monkey. She no longer has eyes, can't eat on her own, pretty much has no face and has no hands. Guess I won't bitch about Monday's.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">6. I will never vote for Sarah Palin. I have family members who live in Alaska and "know some things". Just sayin....<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">7. Why is it so hard to lose weight in your 40's? When I was in my 20's, I would have already reached my goal weight. <br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">8. My grandsons are amazing but get UBER crabby when they don't get enough sleep. Guess that pretty much makes them normal little boys.<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">9. When will teachers learn not to "eff" with my kids? All three girls have been A & B students. Again, DON'T "EFF" with my kids. I can be a mega bitch and make your life miserable. Trust me on this. Or don't. But there are other teachers who could tell you the same thing after tangling with me. (The Capital of South Dakota is pronounced PEER <em><strong>NOT</strong></em> PIERRE'. We're not French. Get it right.)<br />
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</div><div align="left" class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">11. It pisses me off that alcohol has so many calories. It's next to impossible to have any vices these days.<br />
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</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10843773570055703483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4636278846606213448.post-56406156261290779462009-11-13T08:54:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:54:05.882-08:00Dear Carrie Prejean,<center><a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/search/label/Letters%20of%20Intent" target="_blank"><img alt="Letters of Intent" border="0" src="http://i115.photobucket.com/albums/n308/juliechinni/letterbutton3-1.jpg" /></a></center><br />
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It's Friday kids! Time to let it all hang out! You know the drill. Head over to <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/">Julie's </a>to see what everyone else needed to "air" this week and who knows, you may feel led to participate too. <br />
Dear ex-Ms. California Carrie Prejean,<br />
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After the airing of your many television and radio appearances this week, it's become blaringly obvious that you need some "words of wisdom" and guess what?!?! I'm just the gal to do it! So buckle your seat baby, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!<br />
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When I was a child, my parents taught me many important things one of which was learning "you can't have it both ways". Evidently your parents never did get around to teaching you this so here are some examples of "you can't have it both ways".<br />
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1. You make a sex tape for your boyfriend (and by the way, PUULLLEEEAASSSEE..everyone can pretty much figure out you "pleasured yourself" on camera. DUH!) Then you send it off with the boyfriend who is now no longer your boyfriend who then digs up dirty tape and makes it "publicly known" that there is a tape and you cry "inappropriate". Hhhmmm.....I believe "inappropriate" should have been the one and only thought on your mind WHEN YOU MADE THE TAPE!!!! <em><strong>You can't have it both ways.</strong></em><br />
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2. You are more than happy to accept breast implants from pageant officials. (Trust me, I would be too but I digress...) Then this week you go on air and cry "foul" about liberal media. Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't see any Pastor's wife accepting breast implants from a secular organization and then go very public (Focus on the Family) to tout the wonders of her conservative beliefs. <em><strong>You can't have it both ways.</strong></em><br />
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3. You tell whoever will give you the time of day that you are speaking up for women's conservative beliefs but there's UBER footage of you prancing around on stage in a tiny bikini and it's very obvious you are very comfortable in doing so. Honey, there's nothing conservative about the swing of your ass in all of that footage. Trust me when I say YOU DO NOT SPEAK FOR ME! <strong><em>You can't have it both ways.</em></strong><br />
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I could go on, but I'm pretty sure any reasonable woman could see the writing on the wall here. You're a dumb bimbo who thought she could get somewhere with her looks. When that didn't pan out, you decided to you could get somewhere with a book screaming about your conservative, Christian beliefs and how you've been wronged. I'm pretty sure that's not going quite the way you thought it would either. I personally know many wonderful, amazing, conservative Christian women who could really teach you a thing or two. <br />
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So please, get off your high horse, take your skinny ass, (yes, I still hate my <a href="http://kellysklues.blogspot.com/2009/11/dear-bathroom-scale.html">scale</a>) fake boobies, big mouth and stupid book that I hope no one buys or reads, and <strong>GO AWAY</strong>. <br />
M-kay pumpkin?<br />
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Go on, you know you want to. Get your booty over to <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/">Julie's.</a> You won't be sorry!<br />
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Dear Bathroom Scale,<br />
I. HATE. YOU.<br />
I'm sorry. Ok, no I'm not. I know HATE is a very strong word but gosh dang it! <em>WHY</em> must you be so evil and vindictive?! Don't you know that I have gotten up every morning for a walk because <strike>I love to excercise</strike> the doctorsaid I have to work my jiggle buns down the side walk when I would much rather be in bed sleeping? How could that have missed your scaly grasp EVERY SINGLE MORNING?! Shouldn't those early morning, holy crap only God is up at this hour, morning walks have made even a few ounces of difference?!<br />
Has it completely escaped your notice that I have foregone lunch for the last several week just to put me in your good graces?! I like to eat you freakin' piece of metal! I mean, I REALLY LIKE TO EAT!! <br />
Have you not noticed that I have drastically reduced my evening white wine intake JUST TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME you stupid digital box laying on the bathroom floor?!?!<br />
What is it going to take to get your GD numbers down?! I would take even slightly down at this point! I'm not picky! Really, I'm not!<br />
You've gotten me so freakin' depressed I don't want to do anything. I don't want to Blog, sew, cook, bake, NOTHING. All I can think about is you. This relationship with you is like trying to get a puppy potty trained. It's like trying to get a hot boy in Junior High to notice my gawky self. It's like trying to get my daughters to pick up after themselves. It's like trying to get BSP to talk to me about serious shit. Are you getting the hint here?! You're not working with me!!!<br />
Now, from here on out, you WILL start co-operating with me. I have a road trip coming up the day after Thanksgiving to see my High School girlfriends from 25 years ago. I want to walk into the room all at the same time instead of waiting for my ginormous booty making it's appearance 5 minutes later! <br />
I'm warning you. Those crazy red digital numbers BETTER START GOING DOWN or your metal ass is out the door! <br />
Stupid scale..<br />
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You all know the drill. Head over to <a href="http://www.myfourboys.net/">Julie's</a> to see what everyone else has to say. Bless you Julie. I just love Friday's.<br />
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Dear broken Immune system of mine,<br />
I've had it. Enough is enough. Last month you allowed me a visit from Swine. I admit, it wasn't too bad. But after being out of work for an entire week, I figured I had done my time. I should have been good to go for the rest of the winter. Right? <br />
But no. <br />
King James and Prince Ethan have colds so why not share with Grandma, right? Was that your idea of a good time? Missing yet more work while I am laid up on the couch coughing, sneezing and blowing my poor nose until it's so sore I think it may fall off the next time I blow? <br />
And honestly, do I really need to be so achy that sitting on the toilet hurts?! Please?! And do you have any idea the last time I was able to "bed boogie" with BSP? Do you really think he wants to touch this hot mess? Um, not a chance. <br />
I have Halloween costumes to finish sewing, I have no time for this crap. I have loads of laundry that need to be done, I have no time for this crap. And I have one hot husband who, um, needs doing...<em>ahem</em>. I HAVE NO TIME FOR THIS CRAP!!!<br />
So, broken immune system of mine, consider this your one and only notice. NO MORE! I've done my time on the couch. I am officially finished with the flu, the colds, the Swine, the Bird and whatever else you might get your jollies off by giving to me. <br />
Now which Kleenix did my nose fall off into....<br />
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