tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38181689744242291402024-09-07T16:36:42.682-04:00Here we go - a place for me to prattle on and on and no chance of getting interrupted!! Brace yourself, I can be quite the smartass and one of my favorite mediums to work in is sarcasm. Understand that I LIKE the view from my soapbox and I get things all out! Let's have some fun now...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-83713204785568015922014-09-30T13:15:00.000-04:002014-09-30T13:15:15.509-04:00

Yeah so I have noticed that I only remember to post on this blog annually. That's not all bad tho, right? I mean lots of things are annual ... eye exams, dermatologist exams, mammograms, paying taxes, renewing your car tag... Oh holy hell, I don't want to be associated with those things!! Okay, okay... I will do better. Really. I will. So lets see, what is new? Umm... I still don't have a

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This particular rant is directed at the people who do the flavoring for cold medication. Yes, that does include the ones in your local pharmacy who have the pretty rainbow colored flavoring syrups. Y'all is some sick bastards. Where in the name of all that is holy do you people come up with these flavorings?? No in fact, to the people who made the NyQuil I just took a dose of, No it most

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Man, I SUCK at keeping up with this thing.... sorry. I will try to do better. I appreciate that anyone at all, including me, would read this stuff. It does help to 'let things out' I hear so I will warn everyone, this might take a turn for the whiny, angry, why-me, to the pissed off and not-gonna-take-it-anymore in very short order. A lot has changed since I was here last. a LOT. That's okay

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Okay so it has been a while... a long while...since I was here and wrote anything. I tried reading my last entries and I cannot do it. I mean, I have the ability, I just can't do it. We are coming up on the 1 year mark since Zane broke his leg and he is doing amazingly well. You would likely never know he was injured, save for the continuous warnings by me to not run in the house or he will

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So I left off with us getting into a room for the night. Sadly no one got any rest because as we all know, a hospital is the very last place one can truly rest. Zane was having breakthrough pain between the 4 hour dosings of the Oxycodone, for which they were giving him morphine. Sure he was quiet and trying to sleep, but he would relax, move his leg slightly and jar himself awake and in pain.

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My little boy fell at home, just off of a step stool designed to help kids get onto the potty which is maybe 6" tall and has grippy feet. I was in our bathroom when he apparently decided to go potty by himself, and tho I am not certain how he did it, he fell. I got to him after hearing the scream and Macy coming to get me to say he was hurt. He was laying on the floor, crying inconsolably but

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The law of averages is corrupt. I am pretty sure that if it adhered to actual averages, I would have a job by now. I have applied to no less than 118 jobs since we moved back home - and yes, I did get one offer from Wal Mart, but for less money than it would cost me to accept it (daycare, gas) so that would not really benefit us. I would love to be able to get out there and do a face to face

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-25849591802591307622010-01-06T09:54:00.002-05:002010-01-06T10:30:13.114-05:00

Wow, over six months since I last felt the need to rant?? That has to be a record!! Ok so in that time, a LOT has changed for us. We moved, finally!! I can't even say how good it is to be back home and with "my peeps" again. I feel like the old me is coming forth again and I can't wait for her to get here full time. The move itself was rough, involved a great deal of last minute unplanned

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-55117396562989897912009-06-11T11:35:00.003-04:002009-06-11T12:16:25.794-04:00

Okay, almost at the two week mark and I have hit another roadblock...well, speed bump. Again with the blisters! This time my entire pinky toe is encompassed by 2 blisters and the other foot has a big one just where my toes are hooked onto my foot. OW! Being the internet junkie I am, I decided to go online and see how to treat and then prevent further blisters from happening. If you have

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So I set out to do some self improvement. I had the plan, I had the support (thanks to you guys), I had the means and even the time.... now its up to me. Guess what? After a brief slip up, I AM DOING IT!! I have been getting up at 6:30am to go for a brisk walk for 40-45 minutes every morning. In the past 2 days I have had only 2.5 cans of soda, but to be fair this is far less than a typical

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You know, I was SO charged with zeal to attack my new outlook on life and all the stuff I have missed by internalizing and hiding. If I am to be honest, I have done very little of the things I promised I would and really I feel like hell about this. Not only did I let myself down, I feel like I let my friends down who were so supportive of me and my plan. So, with that confession, and I hope

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-47075991302918430752009-05-04T14:01:00.003-04:002009-05-04T14:45:39.195-04:00

Ever have SO much stuff pile up on you that you just 'give up' and quit fighting? You might not even realize you've thrown in the towel, you just get so accustomed to more and more stuff weighing on you. Then, just as your psyche is about to cave in and render you a zombie who goes thru the motions and waits on death....there is just one thing that snaps you back to reality. With the same

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-24639321428315125762009-04-27T15:55:00.002-04:002009-04-27T16:54:06.783-04:00

Let me preface this entry by saying it will not be in the usual vein of sarcasm I tend to write. There will be some bad language, it is a sensitive subject and it will be sad. I wont feel bad if you don't read it, but I have to get this out. Thanks for your understanding. Sunday April 26th, just before 2am my sweet little yellow kitty, Lila, passed away. I knew it was coming and there wasn't

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You know, I am as easy going and laid back casual as any other Mom of 3 (yes, I count the hubby) who is about to lose her house due to a significant cut in income and having to figure out where when and how to move while trying to pay bills, catch up what has gotten behind and then has her desktop - nay, her very lifeline to the outside world and all that it offers - crash and die right in front

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Welcome kits for people moving to Florida I guess if people are going to insist on continuing to move to Florida from other places where they have lived their lives just fine until seeing all the fun we have here, then the least we can do is make them feel welcome. In this line of thinking, I have come up with a “Welcome to Florida” kit that should make the transition a bit easier. Each kit

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-77350921285066281552008-12-05T23:44:00.005-05:002008-12-06T00:40:43.937-05:00

Where is Norman Rockwell when you need him? For reasons I am not entirely sure of now, I decided to drive to be with the family for Thanksgiving and I did it on the Wednesday before. Yeah, the heaviest travel day of the year and I think its a good idea to load myself, the kids and 2/3 of our house (required items when traveling with small kids) into the MomVan and head out, leaving hubby to

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Okay, I know there will be people who will say this situation is my fault and I should just own that and be responsbile - and all of you are cordially invited to kiss my arse because if you bother to read the whole thing, you will see the issue is NOT my responsibility at all. If you still disagree, great, write your own blog about it - this is my space to rant! Lets go all the way back to the

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Okay so today was supposed to be one where I got up, did my Friday morning errands, a bit earlier than usual and without the kids, and came home to finish getting ready to leave for a weekend trip to see the BFF and family. Given that it is 2pm and I am online, you can guess that isn't how things worked out. I did my part, stayed up until 2am and got up at 6:30am to finish my work (my fault I was

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-4772352093815276722008-10-29T15:28:00.000-04:002008-10-29T16:43:44.499-04:00

We have reached an impasse and I am not sure if it is the big deal that some others are making it out to be. I have been discussing Halloween with Macy for a month or so, trying to discover what she wanted to dress up as and explaining the baisc idea of trick-or-treating to her. We dressed her up when she was 5 months old and took her out, not that she had a clue what the deal was but she was

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-65519382509487377322008-10-23T21:14:00.000-04:002008-10-23T21:20:39.249-04:00

Spot the Native Behavior There are things that happen in Florida which will cause many a faint hearted soul to gasp in amazement and flutter something to fan themselves. The ones who do this are not natives. We have seen it all, and yes I am a native, born in Gainesville and never moved out of the state. For that matter I have only even traveled outside these sandy, high priced shorelines

Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04669724001976489597noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3818168974424229140.post-742480859956383262008-10-21T13:51:00.000-04:002008-10-21T13:59:07.267-04:00

It’s Not the Heat, but the Humidity I don’t know who coined this phrase but I would like to smack them. Not once have I ever asked, or been asked, “How humid is it there?” by friends or family or sometimes a customer service rep (another chapter for another time) when we’re on terminal hold for resolution of a perfectly stupid issue. I get the question “How HOT is it there?” quite a bit which is

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