tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82781435431960242612024-02-20T01:51:39.134-06:00Sandy's Sanity - Does she have it or does she not?Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-80011931388040869092010-12-19T18:22:00.002-06:002010-12-19T18:27:24.909-06:00OH ISSUES...This may be the last post from this site, yet to be determined.<br />Hubby, in his infinite, lazy wisdom, instead of pushing a simple button on his own computer to turn it on, used mine when setting up a gmail account for his brother. Sounds innocent enough, EXCEPT it piggy backed my account to his... and after much clicking and before I realized it, I had reset the password for my brother in laws email account. Now, from what I understand, he rarely checks his email unless his girlfriend does it for him. If she should check it, and not be able to access it, they may reset the password again, and I may lose the ability to come back on here, and will have to set up a different one, which I really don't want to do.<br /><br />I hate change, and I hate when change is wrongly forced on me, so with that, if I can't reach him to let him know what's up and I can't get in here anymore, I bit you adeu for now, only hoping this mess will get cleared up and I can remain ME...<br /><br />signing off for now, possibly forever from this particular one,<br />SandyLizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-12253585859579404072010-11-23T10:42:00.002-06:002010-11-23T10:58:42.088-06:00So much to be thankful for...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span>This is the time of year when we think of all we have,<br />those we love,<br />things that really matter beyond the day to day grind.<br />Some of the things we are thankful for are 'the usual' -<br />family<br />friends<br />etc.<br />That's so generic, really. What is at the heart of what and why we are truly thankful?<br /><br />I am thankful for wonderful in-laws that aren't perfect, and have shown me that all families can be dysfunctional to some degree but they're still good.<br />I'm thankful for my mother in law, who has always been a warm, loving and unconditionally caring person, a huge part of why I stuck around when Rob was in his own world. Yes, dear, I hung around for your mother :)<br />I'm thankful for my father in law, who was a very scary man for the 1st year we dated,<br />but after that was the best father figure I've ever had.<br />He made me feel loved, safe, accepted, even if he didn't always 'get' me.<br />I miss him so much.<br />I'm thankful for my brother and sisters in law, the only brothers I have.<br />It's a nice extended family, who isn't perfect but still cares about each other.<br />and oh my gosh, Sherry is the absolute best sister in law in the world, she is almost like a mini-me of my mother in law, a rare and amazing thing to be cherished.<br /><br />I'm thankful for my family, even if we drive each other crazy :)<br />My mom... that's a loaded one <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>!<br />She can make us crazy but it's something I aspire to be to my own kids, so it's all good.<br />Any time you can start a sentence with "MY mom...", and to be able to get your own kids to start sentences out that way, good stuff!!!<br />Mom has a way to push Rob in a way I can't and he handles her better than I would expect.<br />I think she's really helped him mature in ways others couldn't.<br />My sisters, we have had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alot</span> of fun together now that's we're all grown, the age difference growing up made it more difficult, as they were 11 months apart and I was 7 and 8 years older.<br />It's nice having sisters that you can relate to, encourage and laugh with over and over.<br /><br />I'm strangely thankful to my 1st boyfriend for showing me it can be safe to trust and care about someone and let them care about you. He bridged the gaping hole my father left, where I felt I could never trust anyone or allow myself to open up and love and be loved. Without that bridge, I'm fairly sure I wouldn't be married today,<br />he showed me there really ARE good guys still out there.<br /><br />I'm oddly thankful for even the horrible things that have happened in life that have helped mold me and make me who I am. Sure, I still have hurts but out of hurts come strengths we didn't know we had or could have. Convictions that we have strong and valid reasons for, even if other people don't understand.<br /><br />Life is complicated, full to overflowing with the good, the bad and the ugly.<br />Without the bad and the ugly, could we really appreciate the truly good as much?<br /><br />What are you thankful for?<br />What has helped shape who you are?<br /></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-71121387298590989502010-11-12T16:21:00.002-06:002010-11-12T16:34:56.509-06:00Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1E5MKFVpE65rtIFo8F0kAE8lhkuE46w6f-VZQRayEgt5_Lk79hhmQCGc0m97Ez_FxGFBTg7KiI5TJPNIX1vIheWyuj_QCWIjlldFKiFqGhX9lHTzfkFaEfF29N-E22SOn9Cf-dJLp18/s1600/bee2b9c2933c849c8706ff3484077641.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx1E5MKFVpE65rtIFo8F0kAE8lhkuE46w6f-VZQRayEgt5_Lk79hhmQCGc0m97Ez_FxGFBTg7KiI5TJPNIX1vIheWyuj_QCWIjlldFKiFqGhX9lHTzfkFaEfF29N-E22SOn9Cf-dJLp18/s400/bee2b9c2933c849c8706ff3484077641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538791964504782946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wow, this seems to be a twice a year thing, oh dear diary,<br />do you even remember me???<br /><br />I saw this and it was perfect. I was actually browsing pretty, elegant or just close renditions of what our dinner table for Thanksgiving would look like and I find this. Sure says it all , doesn't it??<br /><br />Oh the memories of family gatherings, should give you the warm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fuzzies</span>,<br />until family...<br />for years, I had to make actual seating charts to keep those that didn't like each other apart, usually due to the fact one likes the other while that other one can't stand the 1st.. oh the drama...<br /> and 'so-in-so' makes 'what's-her-name' angry,<br />this one offended that one, and on and on and on it goes...<br />my great aunt adored my grandma and for a reason nobody has ever known,<br />grandma despised the great aunt, so they couldn't even sit so one could see the other or grandmas blood would curdle... really people??<br />There are valid reasons sometimes, but it's a holiday, put it aside for the day and fake it like everybody else, seriously!!!<br /><br />For years I thought my in-laws were the ideal functional family.<br />Then over the years the subtleties are noticeable... <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">geez</span>, is ANYBODY function in ANY family?? somebody give me some hope here!<br />This one doesn't like that one, this one irritates the other one,<br />years ago this one did something to that one, and it's not a forgiving bunch! Decades can pass between the offense and when they can be in the same room and one not still be seething, wow, I think all families are a mess.<br />Can anybody convince me otherwise??<br /><br />This is the holiday to kick off the big couple month holiday season.<br />I 'DO' love Thanksgiving.<br />I 'do' it every other year now.<br />I work the other 'other' Thanksgivings and<br />cook for my side of the family the other years,<br />when my sister from Indiana comes to town.<br />I look forward to it, love cooking for it, and just hanging out and<br />just being together.<br />Even on bad years, we enjoy being together.<br />On rough years, we at least can fake it and appear like normal people :)<br /><br />Then after Thanksgiving, the 'fun' begins, but that's for the next blog,<br />which will be soon, I promise, so much more to get out of my system<br /><br /></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-4994970405613852992010-06-05T12:20:00.002-05:002010-06-05T12:35:39.916-05:00wow, missing in action since November??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAYoEM24kFbpkyU_lef0rl7u4pLgZ6edV6nvm79UnaL732nEqSg-0XRy9gD8tNT6IoumodI1IIxG1TpvZPtTy6PEKgeKT_HNXnlqpHg29jq39Rt6BRS98SJKJO1kMIWSHKZkxC7uUVl0/s1600/IMG_1661.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiAYoEM24kFbpkyU_lef0rl7u4pLgZ6edV6nvm79UnaL732nEqSg-0XRy9gD8tNT6IoumodI1IIxG1TpvZPtTy6PEKgeKT_HNXnlqpHg29jq39Rt6BRS98SJKJO1kMIWSHKZkxC7uUVl0/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479341161194725090" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;">Wow, I can hardly believe it's been since November since I last updated this.<br />So much has gone on, I don't know where to start...<br />Aging can be fun but at times just sucks rocks.<br />Hormones are evil. Just when things are going really well, the hormones get all wacked out and make me in such a funk I have no motivation and just feel down and I am NOT a down person :(<br />At least realizing it's a hormone thing helps but it still bites.<br />Just a couple weeks ago they started re-doing our subdivision. This was taken by Shanna, as the guy was having way too much fun popping wheelies while working. They have one more layer to put on before it's all done, no idea when that will be.<br />Work is going ok. Mostly good but Wednesday was a rotten, awful, terrible, very bad day.<br />I started it out by opening, which is fine but when we opened at 5,within 5 minutes I became COVERED in milk/shake mix from neck to toes... yes and with an audience... I was sticky, wet, gross and limited... it took forever to get that mess AND me cleaned up, we were kinda busy to boot...I had to call and wake up Shanna to come bring me a new set of clothes. I felt like I was walking in paste...<br />then the phone rings and it's a guy complaining and talking down to me like I'm an idiot.<br />All this over a single piece of cheese. A single piece of cheese set this guy off and ruined his day?<br />Really??? a piece of cheese?? I'm COVERED in shake mix and a piece of cheese turns this guy nuts. WOW... at 1st I felt completely beat on and defeated, then it was pretty funny. I stood there all wet, sticky and gross and I'm hearing an end-of-the-world recount over how a piece of cheese made this guy so angry... sad, yet funny. I've never been so happy to have a 3 day weekend. Yesterday I took it insanely easy. I did wash all our bedding/blankets/etc and cleaned our room. I read a bit and watched a couple movies with Rob. A very nice, relaxing day.<br />Today I got up kinda early, for a day off, started out VERY Slowly. washed by hair by 11am... played on the computer a while, then started getting slightly productive. I guess it's time to get back to that before the urge subsides and I veg instead.<br /><br />Oh diary, forgive me for all my neglect, I will try to come back more often, if the hormones don't invade again and get me back in a funk....<br /></span></span>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-31506838642349741592009-11-06T19:30:00.002-06:002009-11-06T19:36:34.181-06:00When I'm super woman...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZLrUvsku_Cu3IPqjab3-lphMpKoPggkmy_-Curz2Q7XWwprtZ55AXPSoLPy5ypQysQwbHpNybQePQQUhh58BvRlykX15Y60BvFIndy3pvS4WCaO_vpfyex9Q7erW0_5pS4OtUtjEEy4/s1600-h/frog+climbing+flower.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfZLrUvsku_Cu3IPqjab3-lphMpKoPggkmy_-Curz2Q7XWwprtZ55AXPSoLPy5ypQysQwbHpNybQePQQUhh58BvRlykX15Y60BvFIndy3pvS4WCaO_vpfyex9Q7erW0_5pS4OtUtjEEy4/s320/frog+climbing+flower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401168567219747282" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">wow, what a couple weeks it's been!<br />I was sick for 2 weeks, then went to prompt care<br />and got NO care...<br />had to call the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dr</span> the next morning after deciding against<br />the ER, was fixed over the phone, put on<br />antibiotics and super steroids.<br />3 days later I felt human again.<br />Over a week later I finish the wicked coughing<br />the crud out of my lungs.<br />This week the steroids in the system hit their peak,<br />and WOW, I've been super woman!<br />The energy, the amount of stuff I have gotten done,<br />the people I have shocked and made laugh at work<br />when I couldn't stand still and was<br />running around like a total nut,<br />this will continue at least another week!<br />Next week is the last week on the stuff,<br />then I will be coming down from this 'high'<br />I hope I stay healthy and still motivated.<br /><br />Time will tell!<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-10627422665905477252009-10-16T21:02:00.005-05:002009-10-17T09:58:49.791-05:00Dear Diary, it's me, remember me?? It's been a long time...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni4ixkLE6ZVAQrENni-1x3qr7XzpYENEGHeIM25pqWg-35e7KtFgQMXzbqYEpqBIreZzxJUazku0cF2LiusmizHMnQ99tcGXTl09yP2zDjxLwO1TaFVfGGqkkXsN00abc_ujh9dkfIbA/s1600-h/chilli'+seal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjni4ixkLE6ZVAQrENni-1x3qr7XzpYENEGHeIM25pqWg-35e7KtFgQMXzbqYEpqBIreZzxJUazku0cF2LiusmizHMnQ99tcGXTl09yP2zDjxLwO1TaFVfGGqkkXsN00abc_ujh9dkfIbA/s400/chilli'+seal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393383860466264450" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Dear Diary,<br />do you even remember me?<br />I'm so terrible at keeping you in the loop :(<br /><br />Wow, the last time I came to you was back in May.<br />Since then, Anna graduated, and now I have<br />2, yes</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2 kids in college!</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">The year is just whizzing by.<br />Rob has only worked about 1/3 of this year.<br />My house, oh my poor house...<br />he gutted the bathroom and decided that<br />trying to 'clean' his office would be a<br />great project to start too..<br />my living room has been totally invaded...<br />my bathroom is a huge mess,<br />his office is still a disaster and<br />daily I fight for keeping the out of control<br />mess monster at bay, and I'm getting<br />very territorial.<br /><br />I just finished 3 days of schooling for work.<br />Basic Shift Management, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BSM</span></span> for short.<br />The class was pretty good but one of the 3 other girls at<br />my table was IMPOSSIBLE!<br />Miss Millie Mouth, yikes!!<br />I will be hearing "I have a question"</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">in rapid succession for years to come!<br />She's probably a really nice person but<br />I wanted to tape her compulsive<br />hand-raising arm to her side!<br /><br />ah yes, life goes on. Christmas is coming fast!<br />In theory, I will be working Thanksgiving,<br />as I did not last year and did tell Mel I would<br />this year if we're open. We'll see!<br /><br />This weekend I am going to catch up on much needed sleep<br />before resuming my normal life and work<br />schedules Monday.<br />I have a 4 day work week and couldn't be happier!!</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />Til next time dear diary,<br />I'll try not to let the dust build up on you again!!</span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-6618060721099365512009-05-24T16:20:00.002-05:002009-05-24T16:39:42.551-05:00"Dear Diary"...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OPB-xz_WH8xbvsAqqPBqNrISNWpar6XBSjMGj_lHTDblTCxy-VlSb-FpGl3jshCcC2q2gdYgb5udZnPijYER5O67bLH68UGpCiEHmzSaqBGvQk3p5EpVF_799SenAPtRrt6qWEEBdQE/s1600-h/Maxine+escape.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_OPB-xz_WH8xbvsAqqPBqNrISNWpar6XBSjMGj_lHTDblTCxy-VlSb-FpGl3jshCcC2q2gdYgb5udZnPijYER5O67bLH68UGpCiEHmzSaqBGvQk3p5EpVF_799SenAPtRrt6qWEEBdQE/s400/Maxine+escape.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339504169664216002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">In this installment of this blog<br />(that I don't' know if anybody even reads or cares)<br />I will catch you up on the latest stuff that I have<br />so been neglecting you for.<br /><br />At the end of April, I fell in the basement at work.<br />(the floor was very wet and the lights were off)<br />OK, I'm proof that work is VERY BAD FOR YOU!!<br /><br />I fell very hard on my left knee. It swelled up instantly, and<br />was HUGE, with a giant water blob on my kneecap.<br />I couldn't bend my knee by the time I got home, and went to<br />the DR that afternoon.<br />Nothing broken or dislocated - yeah!<br />I bruised the kneecap pretty bad, and was told<br />it would be about 2 months to heal... yeah me....<br /><br />The following day I had the most incredible bruising EVERYWHERE,<br />my knee and a good part of my leg too.<br />I am pretty well healed from that incident tho I<br />can't kneel down on it yet even on super cushy stuff.<br /><br />Shanna is on her way home from Florida with Jenny and<br />her family, they tried to have a good time,<br />but it rained on them pretty much non-stop.<br />They're pretty water-logged.<br /><br />Anna is at my moms until tomorrow night after the cookout.<br />She went to a murder mystery dinner last night,<br />all dressed up nice, she cleans up just AWESOME!<br />My baby girl is graduating this coming Friday,<br />can that be possible???<br /><br />Rob will be heading home from Doug's place up north,<br />sometime tomorrow, it's been so quiet here!<br />I love it, wish it would happen more often :)<br /><br />I just got a call from my neighbor. His granddaughter<br />just had a heart attack at the age of 26.<br />She is doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> but is still in intensive care til tomorrow<br />for sure. Pretty scary stuff!!!<br />Hard to believe that it's possible at that age.<br />I hope she is doing much better tomorrow and<br />that her long term prognosis is a good one.<br /><br />I work tomorrow then head to my moms<br />if I'm feeling up to it.<br />I'm fighting a cold, and had a terrible<br />night last night, was up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ALOT</span> :(<br /><br />Here's to a good week ahead!! (I can hope!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-42567653218492116532009-03-09T02:15:00.002-05:002009-03-09T02:19:56.147-05:00Rainy days and Monday's always get my down...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Oh happy Monday.....<br /><br />This is a day that being cheery will take LOTS of caffeine,<br />and alot of effort.<br /><br />Monday's are rough enough.<br />Today I start with lack of sleep,<br />my leg in pain and still not near 100%,<br />and rain/snow/whatever to come...<br />I need the sun to come out on Mondays,<br />just like everybody else!!<br />I hope the day goes quick and that the sun makes a surprise appearance!<br /><br />I have much to do, as I've gotten way behind<br />due to my leg and my limitations :(<br />Gloomy days are not great inspiration!<br /><br />I think I'm done whining, now time to get ready for work...<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-13193891407224845112009-03-02T13:53:00.002-06:002009-03-02T14:05:10.358-06:00Update on my leg :(<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHBBvY9QEAudrkiAFaylb4ykaFG5qdy1EwwnRmYC_HN5bEagtw3NstsG1A1faaXa5dWp7IKnKy-j7JtFi_c3RscptI0AD5pcjZhunB_31nI8bT73Uy569c7k0yPQms_JT53ayhDb_CjU/s1600-h/ziggy+turtle+fallen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVHBBvY9QEAudrkiAFaylb4ykaFG5qdy1EwwnRmYC_HN5bEagtw3NstsG1A1faaXa5dWp7IKnKy-j7JtFi_c3RscptI0AD5pcjZhunB_31nI8bT73Uy569c7k0yPQms_JT53ayhDb_CjU/s320/ziggy+turtle+fallen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308681055698510034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Getting old sucks.<br />Getting old and a little off balance sucks.<br />Getting old, being a little off balance and falling down REALLY sucks.<br /><br />Last Thursday, I fell getting out of the car at work.<br />It was black ice.<br />It had rained and froze over night.<br />When I got out of the car, my right leg shot out from under<br />me and I proceeded down very fast into a horrible rendition of the splits.<br />OWWWW!!!<br />I just stayed on the ground, unable to see straight from the pain.<br />This was 3:30am....<br />nobody in sight,<br />just me, on the cold, hard, unkind ground.<br />After a few minutes I managed to somehow get up but it wasn't easy.<br />I was in such pain I didn't know if I would be able to make it all the way to the building or not, but had to try.<br />That was a very bad day.<br />The next day was a little better.<br />I figured it was just a pulled muscle and it would get a little better every day.<br />NOT.........<br />Friday (the following day) , my foot slipped on a stupid ice cube.<br />I didn't' fall but my foot swung out in front of me by about a foot,<br />straining the already painful muscle.<br />I made a horrible sound and my grill lady, Bertha<br />came running to see what happened and to help.<br />There was nothing she could do and I felt horrible for scaring her so.<br /><br />I just had to stay still and wait for the incredibly overpowering pain to<br />let up enough for me to try standing without the aid of the<br />ice machine I was holding on to for dear life.<br /><br />Saturday wasn't too bad but then yesterday, Sunday was really bad.<br />I called and was able to get into my DR this morning at 11:15,<br />with the aid of a dear and wonderful friend and fellow blogger, Donna.<br /><br />It hurts to sit, really really bad.<br />It hurts to do just about anything but stand.<br />I found out I tore the muscle, not completely, just enough to be<br />in a lot of pain for 4-6 more weeks...<br /><br />I have good drugs on the way, and I am to take it as easy as I can.<br />Ya, right... that's way easier said than done.<br />I will try to be good, but I can't promise, but I do want it to heal quickly.<br />I am not a fun person when I'm in pain!!<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-90495009702227621002009-02-24T02:30:00.002-06:002009-02-24T02:36:05.484-06:00OK, let's see if this helps get me going...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPWUvWCjZNkTdVNBtYXbctHK0O2i63shYNdHAjTxB3XJuwX_tMpVM7AfPcEFTrlzMokCrCQemUZlOC7kN17vke5kkj69SxJhOc61LCLuCzJqbn4z6s1_T8HjjmVRM89wNMsiBE0Bu5zM/s1600-h/Macine+chore+catergories.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPWUvWCjZNkTdVNBtYXbctHK0O2i63shYNdHAjTxB3XJuwX_tMpVM7AfPcEFTrlzMokCrCQemUZlOC7kN17vke5kkj69SxJhOc61LCLuCzJqbn4z6s1_T8HjjmVRM89wNMsiBE0Bu5zM/s320/Macine+chore+catergories.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306278563791959346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, I'll try anything to keep on task.<br />I have an ambitious to-do list.<br />If I put this out there and know somebody, anybody<br />will see it, then I feel more pressure to actually stick to it.<br />Today, I work til 11.<br />My tasks planned are -<br />make American <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Potatoes</span><br />(baked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">potatoes</span> topped with chicken and cheese)<br />This one is easy and yummy, not a problem.<br />I am to deliver them for lunch tomorrow to Rob's mom,<br />lunch at the nursing home is not pretty tomorrow....<br /><br />Now the daunting task of the day -<br />going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">thru</span> the girls' pictures and getting them figured out<br />as to who I need to send what to, starting letters, notes, etc.<br />I hope it won't be as bad as it feels it will be.<br />One thing about procrastination is that there is dread in starting<br />something you've put off so long. It will feel good to knock this<br />one off the list. Wish me luck!<br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-22563065121250385772009-02-23T17:23:00.002-06:002009-02-23T17:36:23.480-06:00Ah, the fun of being at work...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xdhvgCe5NsZfSX1CPbI411ce_7GbjTAeEL4jlScAEdd5hvW3aI4sWi4KjecouLKL46mu8E8AFoozHQRJthj5ic5zMrDwtQib10HldL-dabsBWidDrTEIbLyhwcKVgFV-Q4pkdkSimNE/s1600-h/maxine+annoying+calm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xdhvgCe5NsZfSX1CPbI411ce_7GbjTAeEL4jlScAEdd5hvW3aI4sWi4KjecouLKL46mu8E8AFoozHQRJthj5ic5zMrDwtQib10HldL-dabsBWidDrTEIbLyhwcKVgFV-Q4pkdkSimNE/s320/maxine+annoying+calm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306137654043575330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">This is SO true!!<br />The very people that make you crazy are the same ones that<br />tell you to calm down and relax.<br />Well, if it weren't for THEM, I would be!!<br />Geez!!<br /><br />This past week, and today especially I was reminded of a girl<br />that used to work with us.<br />She had the midas touch with the personality of an angry dragon.<br />She was good at anything she did.<br />(Latrice, Latrice, Latrice, I just don' t miss you :( )<br />She had so much potential but only on 'her' terms.<br />She only wanted to do what she wanted to do, when she wanted to do it.<br />I'm so glad she isn't with us anymore.<br /><br />We have another one similar to her.<br />This is a guy. He has insane potential.<br />He's great at anything he does.<br />He now has the same attitude of only wanting to do what he wants,<br />when he wants to do it, where he wants to do it.<br />GRRRR<br /><br />Some days he's awesome, and it's so great to have him working<br />with us. Then there are days like today when it could have been<br />a mob setting. He made the comment to a regular drive thru gal<br />that he's not going 'in there, it's cold out'.<br />OK, girls are the weaker sex? Chivalry is dying a painful death.<br />This guy acts like he's there to save the day, as long as it's not 'there'.<br /><br />His day will come.<br />Christy is going to be talking to him today, she told me.<br />I will be talking to him.<br />I will have a hand in breaking his attitude.<br />I will not be his favorite person until he corrects this insanity.<br /><br />He will either sink or swim.<br />He's welcome to swim to his hearts delight, but<br />if he keeps this up, I will have a hand in helping him SINK.<br /><br />ah yes, the fun of work...<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-41071960629050641162009-02-23T17:18:00.002-06:002009-02-23T17:23:06.238-06:00Facebook - not just for kids anymore!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAEYiGwLqv371C81WLhYloR6fDpqfWbYtYHsJy9HyCUZ7aQ_VuNe-g4IIb87u4GongvD9akSRcdo5dUuNnFx2GQIRuUfNlVtj4nQjp_M81Trb183JdT2z5NcHWxhyphenhyphenbSlMl47CKPq3wYk/s1600-h/bouncing+happy+faces.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAEYiGwLqv371C81WLhYloR6fDpqfWbYtYHsJy9HyCUZ7aQ_VuNe-g4IIb87u4GongvD9akSRcdo5dUuNnFx2GQIRuUfNlVtj4nQjp_M81Trb183JdT2z5NcHWxhyphenhyphenbSlMl47CKPq3wYk/s320/bouncing+happy+faces.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306136417908610370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmm</span>. This <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Facebook</span> thing is interesting.<br />I didn't know what to think of it, or what to expect of it.<br /><br />I have been very surprised that it's not just a teen thing.<br />I have found friends from school, relatives, many people I know on there.<br /><br />It is kinda fun to keep in touch better. I was very skeptical but<br />think I have figured out the draw to it.<br />I am not addicted the way many of the teens are.<br />When it comes to chatting,<br />I still prefer yahoo messenger.<br /><br />It is a good way to keep up on what is going on in the lives of people you know.<br />It's nice to stay in touch better especially if it's long distance.<br /><br />How did we ever live without the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">internet</span>???<br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-73130393250109414412009-02-23T17:03:00.002-06:002009-02-23T17:15:01.831-06:00Oh to just have ambition!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmYC2pf9IgQLCBz08fkKXy3zjME15n5xfEzhjhFFirKhDGnDeIpc_ZBIUQSFtLn5dbYw4uM1GOlnrY1KqJwzhU6Ov7ZEeK-PmMWfpHyo9Fk3vbFlLqUxkVmAT4vQKpESo4aJAB5HC5HI/s1600-h/Maxine+up+and+to+keyboard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmYC2pf9IgQLCBz08fkKXy3zjME15n5xfEzhjhFFirKhDGnDeIpc_ZBIUQSFtLn5dbYw4uM1GOlnrY1KqJwzhU6Ov7ZEeK-PmMWfpHyo9Fk3vbFlLqUxkVmAT4vQKpESo4aJAB5HC5HI/s320/Maxine+up+and+to+keyboard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306132945435404146" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have been trying to get a list for myself of things to go every day.<br />This hasn't been going too bad, but there are a couple things...<br /><br />Short term things that were on the list -<br />scrub tub and tile<br />(most dreaded job on earth)<br />(finished before 8am Sunday morning)<br /><br />clean out the vaporizer from when I was sick<br />(fairly easy)<br />(also finished before 8am Sunday morning)<br /><br />Make eclairs<br />(easy, yummy and done)<br />(finished this afternoon)<br /><br />OK, those were easy.<br />Here are the long, tedious, dreaded ones...<br /><br />Pull out all photo albums.<br />Reorganize, downsize, and completely take on and FINISH<br />putting away all pictures that are piled up or tucked in MANY boxes.<br /><br />I have my basement counter top clear and a banquet table ready to go,<br />but the task is still looming and seems too daunting to begin.<br />Maybe I'll attempt that one later in the week. I have to start it sometime!<br /><br />Another big, dreaded project - cleaning out the far back frightening<br />area of the basement. It's cluttered. It's dirty. It's claustrophobic.<br />It's a disaster.<br />It's scary.<br /><br />Another one to be done, related to the photo project -<br />going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thru</span> the girls' senior pictures and figuring out who<br />got them, who needs them and how many letters or notes need to<br />be written and sent with the pictures.<br />The task itself isn't so bad but it's time consuming and mind numbing.<br />This is actually the 1st task I will attempt, possibly as early as tomorrow!<br /><br />I do not have any other tasks after that.<br />Those alone will take me a LONG time.<br /><br />I think I need a nap...<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-23689922035080457482009-02-23T16:54:00.002-06:002009-02-23T17:03:40.287-06:00Oh that hormone crazed loverboy...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QIquHIl2_r65qLTcCqPOtS791E_KBW7lLUmrryK2uJz7sl2vML3qHyc5_7uQdWYuSphKSd56rRtpKJuETiNCJmyQtNkcOWVIGX2u43b4JFKN8SNPM4jU4P9w3NfTWrSFqKBGRV8CPJo/s1600-h/Mad+Max.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QIquHIl2_r65qLTcCqPOtS791E_KBW7lLUmrryK2uJz7sl2vML3qHyc5_7uQdWYuSphKSd56rRtpKJuETiNCJmyQtNkcOWVIGX2u43b4JFKN8SNPM4jU4P9w3NfTWrSFqKBGRV8CPJo/s320/Mad+Max.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306130471832898066" border="0" /></a><br />This is Max.<br />Max goes thru mating season every fall.<br />This is NOT fall.<br />Max thinks it is mating season and is glowing orange again.<br />Who is the lucky girl that Max is desperately seeking the affection of??<br />Oh yes, you guessed it, that would be lucky me...<br /><br />Oh my stud-muffin.<br />All he does, every waking minute, is scratch on the glass,<br />trying to get to his mommy.<br />I hope this ends soon, the boy is going to lose his mind!<br /><br />One good thing to come out of it is a new home remedy to stop<br />a bleed - pepper!<br />Max shows his undying affection by trying to bite.<br />He nipped my finger Friday morning, and it would not stop<br />bleeding! I was online with a friend from England, who<br />told me to sprinkle pepper on it.<br />Of course, I thought he was strange but did try it,<br />and by jove, it worked!<br />Who woulda thunk it...<br /><br />I know I should be flattered but I'm more concerned about<br />his fragile ego and his impending insanity, poor boy!<br /></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-25498125637604182102008-11-07T12:14:00.001-06:002008-11-07T12:16:40.814-06:00Some days you're the bug, some days you're the wind shield...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOwe4Xq1d0-BBlhyphenhyphenZqFuh66pS2HGXhfR4EmL041San9u0MTplwBexqtYD6VHXU-5m-shmJEIVqdcK7s9WXNYPHc_Drcxfv6UTFEnngPEhkjYDm-96w0HDY3n3Ew7Wp-YaaIDm0sshK7M/s1600-h/LCbreakfastlunch.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJOwe4Xq1d0-BBlhyphenhyphenZqFuh66pS2HGXhfR4EmL041San9u0MTplwBexqtYD6VHXU-5m-shmJEIVqdcK7s9WXNYPHc_Drcxfv6UTFEnngPEhkjYDm-96w0HDY3n3Ew7Wp-YaaIDm0sshK7M/s400/LCbreakfastlunch.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265980768367897506" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Some people have all the luck, hey?<br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-6602034174461858202008-11-07T12:04:00.002-06:002008-11-07T12:13:31.131-06:00Things that make you go WOW...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnc6UJitWoq188RH-BZZAKYlMElv8uwD4krpk2vMMYtX8Pg6FlZNdqiN205m326c_UlcEi66YfY5K8B8IqSOwXwXmwdW_BdaJybdNIFUWyUf0ErxWnJRCnY8bWtVypNZNeHPu44faK7A/s1600-h/LC+freedom+of+assembly.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpnc6UJitWoq188RH-BZZAKYlMElv8uwD4krpk2vMMYtX8Pg6FlZNdqiN205m326c_UlcEi66YfY5K8B8IqSOwXwXmwdW_BdaJybdNIFUWyUf0ErxWnJRCnY8bWtVypNZNeHPu44faK7A/s400/LC+freedom+of+assembly.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265978184565429682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Today was insane, well, not really, just ONE person,<br />with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ALOT</span> of ANGER issues and a probable<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blood pressure</span> ready to burst.<br /><br />This got me thinking.<br /><br />How many times have people come into places, not just ours,<br />and been completely furious and gotten their undies into<br />an insanely painful bundle over something very small<br />in the grand plan of the universe, I mean REALLY!<br /><br />Simple fact, we serve breakfast in the morning (7:30am...)<br />This put this lady into nothing short of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">terroristic</span> fury.<br />The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wrath</span> rained down on anyone who was in close proximity to her.<br />The world was going to end and she was going<br />down and taking us with her over - get this...<br />A SALAD WITHOUT CHICKEN....<br />(as she snarled at me, I can get a salad in the field...)<br />Couldn't she have found a chicken there too??<br /><br />Yes, the egg came before the chicken, proof positive -<br />We serve EGGS for breakfast and CHICKEN for lunch.<br />END OF STORY!!<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">GEEZ</span>, if she was on her way to a DR apt, they probably<br />admitted her to the hospital with tripled blood pressure numbers.<br /><br />We don't get paid enough to take such abuse!<br />Man, I feel very under appreciated!!!<br /><br />OK, I'm putting my soap box away and going to curl up<br />in a ball and hide!!!!!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-78407302381784789772008-11-04T11:40:00.004-06:002008-11-04T11:50:24.992-06:00If my kids ever drag something like this home...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCnCDU3qXuTay0dBhodqyvKRfZ2g2S091BT6hxYQXFUNiJSVdRc9AGdtdWUwKL3s_iXMqDv5nr97ihXt_cfVPZh8G-_FmCodGF4h6F8h2XhIV_fBhgx5zx3i7gzsPyUU7I6-NZlMV1-M/s1600-h/gross+guy+lip.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOCnCDU3qXuTay0dBhodqyvKRfZ2g2S091BT6hxYQXFUNiJSVdRc9AGdtdWUwKL3s_iXMqDv5nr97ihXt_cfVPZh8G-_FmCodGF4h6F8h2XhIV_fBhgx5zx3i7gzsPyUU7I6-NZlMV1-M/s200/gross+guy+lip.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859121308379138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQxSDE8QZgJ3d1xr8WoT4blH1vLuBrhPq4Id1YMOwON_9Myh-M1Z4MC0GDDDDgkEus7T9bZ6T9oGXu4293iCtMgp9ucGR35UX7tyri8xAg53xKp5eZ1J-tX6kALy4ZzjwdrGUUlc5HUE/s1600-h/gross+guy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSQxSDE8QZgJ3d1xr8WoT4blH1vLuBrhPq4Id1YMOwON_9Myh-M1Z4MC0GDDDDgkEus7T9bZ6T9oGXu4293iCtMgp9ucGR35UX7tyri8xAg53xKp5eZ1J-tX6kALy4ZzjwdrGUUlc5HUE/s200/gross+guy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264858872421310322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjs6u5BbHAclbbkC-2AcVa18p255U7j1819AcDhVshKq85M23cfQHHB-9TKrdu7grbFU8CTMNMjeSJDmSZih6wMpnW-TgEBacmvVHdosSXGeLVTbVcQ_NsmqS_04N_CM0hBCY1C9ceMs/s1600-h/freaky+guys.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitjs6u5BbHAclbbkC-2AcVa18p255U7j1819AcDhVshKq85M23cfQHHB-9TKrdu7grbFU8CTMNMjeSJDmSZih6wMpnW-TgEBacmvVHdosSXGeLVTbVcQ_NsmqS_04N_CM0hBCY1C9ceMs/s200/freaky+guys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264859270842653954" border="0" /></a>If EVER my kids come home with anything like this,<br />then we've clearly done something wrong!<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Can you imagine what their mothers must feel when they see<br />their once cute child do this to themselves, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ewwww</span>!<br /><br />Rob WOULD get himself a real gun if it came to this!<br />Metal bars would probably be installed on their windows,<br />and deprogramming would have to take place, or<br />something, yikes!!!!!!!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Possible caption -<br />Picture top left - "Kiss me baby!!"<br />Picture top right - "Dude, look what my buddies did to me after I passed out last night!"<br />Picture bottom right - "Man, NEVER go to a tattoo guy when he's ticked at somebody!"<br /></div> </div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-20104142130720196722008-11-03T18:13:00.002-06:002008-11-03T18:21:12.420-06:00Good idea or a bust??<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">OK, here is my plan.<br /><br /> </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This will be one of hopefully many cleaning accountability blogs.<br />My plan is this.<br /> I put a list up of tings I need to get done.<br /><br />The up side to this is that I will feel the need to actually GET it done.<br />The down side is that I don't know if anybody will even see it for me to<br />report back to, thus taking the pressure off that I need on!<br />Is anybody out there that will help keep the pressure on?<br />Well, I'm going to give it a go regardless.<br /><br />Here is my list...<br /><br />Clean out Rob's closet<br />Clean out MY closet - the worst with TOO much to do in it!<br />Clean the windows inside and out - may or may not happen<br />Thoroughly clean out both boys enclosures<br />And last but not least, and actually tomorrows target -<br />Cleaning all the ceiling fans (6) , blades and all light shades.<br /><br />OK, now the pressure is on, we'll see if it works!!<br /><br /> </span><br /></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-5353917141014238752008-11-03T04:39:00.003-06:002008-11-03T04:46:14.466-06:00Is it Monday already???Wow, this past weekend went WAY too fast, I even had a 3 day weekend that I really enjoyed,<br />Rob was gone for the weekend, the kids were barely home, and it all came to an end way too fast!<br /><br />Granted, I did get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">alot</span> done this weekend, I could still use another couple days of sleeping in, lounging around, then getting that burst of energy and getting stuff done. Why does Monday have to come so fast and ruin everything?<br /><br />So what is on the list of things to do this week? Cleaning out both boys' enclosures, cleaning out both bedroom closets in our room, if the weather holds out - cleaning the windows, taking all the light shades off all the ceiling fans (6) and cleaning them, as well as all the furry fan blades...<br />I'd rather crawl back into bed than get ready and get to work :(Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-39206942888219623802008-10-16T16:12:00.002-05:002008-10-16T16:59:11.561-05:00For theraputic reasons only! I just need to RANT!!<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">disclaimer - today was very trying, very frustrating, not a great day. I am better now but think a good rant will rid me of any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">residual</span> effects from today, so this is only to get this out of my system, don't freak out thinking I'm going off the deep end</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Today was not a stellar day at all at work. I felt like I was under serious assault. We were very busy, somewhat short handed, things were not very organized, leading to more problems than were really needed, not that problems are ever really needed.<br /><br />From 6:30-10am we rifled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thru</span> over 400 cars, which isn't always that bad but today , it was BAD.<br />Contributing factors to my level of bad...<br /><br />1. full <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">moon</span> = a bunch of stupid, rude, and insane people, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">alot</span> more than the norm. Basically chaos of the uncontrollable kind.<br /><br />2. I'm PMS-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ing</span> to beat the band. Just look at me crooked and I may come flying out this window and choke you!<br /><br />3. I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">pre</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">menopausal</span> and my hormones are way out of whack and the very little pill that keeps them in line ran out last week - luckily for me, my refill arrived in the mail today - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">whoo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">hoo</span>!! Pretty funny, I'm listening to a doctor show and they're talking about what I'm going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">thru</span> and how hormones right now make me insane!! Honest, that's what they said!<br /><br />4. CELL PHONES - they should be BANNED in drive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">thru</span>!! Look at it this way, when you pull up to my speaker, you are basically calling me and when I answer, you should be expecting to talk to me, that's what you pulled up for, right?? NO, These self absorbed sorts tell ME to hold on while they continue their phone conversation, thus making the people in line behind them mad, and understandably so, but then the people that get angered with the phone people, then come to ME and they're very unhappy. I can relate!<br /><br />5. Public school late start days. For some odd reason, these days are the absolute worst days of the year. It feels like all of Case High School converged upon us today all at once. The 'little darlings' storm drive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">thru</span> and act like a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">bunch</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ADHD</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">kindergartners</span> on speed, or they come in like unruly lions in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">desperate</span> need of a tamer, or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">tazer</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">hmmm</span>, I think I prefer the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">tazer</span> idea!! ANIMALS!!<br /><br />6. Grown ups that are into <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">origami</span> or just crumpling for fun. I'm talking about their money.These are adults I'm talking about here. They hand me money, all individually either wadded up, or creatively folded and tangled, or somehow mutilated so I can't even tell what they've handed me. COMMON SENSE PEOPLE - do you think I have a barrel under my cash drawer in which I just drop in handfuls of wadded money, that in turn we take to the bank in garbage bags where the ever patient bank people use their magic steam roller and POOF - out comes nice, neat, flattened and presentable money to go back into the hands of these disorganized people hands again. I mean really, what do you honestly think I'm going to do with a wad of money?? Should I just drop it in my drawer and pawn it off on somebody who may enjoy it down the line?? I thought <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> was on some good drugs, not sure what some of these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">people</span> are smoking!!<br /><br />7. The simple 'pleasures' - It took 2 HOURS to get to the bathroom, nobody could cover me, we were getting hit everywhere and nobody could come up for air, and when they did, they were gasping for air!<br /><br />8. MY FOOT. Yikes, I can't wait until I can stop wearing this boot. It's heavy, and clunky and as of yesterday, is causing my calf muscle to be VERY ticked off. I have been in a constant state of 'killer cramp coming on', but it hasn't yet, but it's ready at any given and inopportune time.<br /><br />9. I was due to take another pain pill at 8am. I was not planning on it but needed it. I couldn't get away to get a drink to even down the pill til 10........ I opened today and was on my foot fairly non-stop for<br />3 1/2 hours, I thought I was up to it but my foot and calf sure didn't agree. Then to wait 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">extra</span> hours for relief, NOT a good thing.<br /><br />Numbers 1 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">thru</span> 9 = NO PATIENCE, and the frustration meter shooting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">thru</span> the roof and into outer space. And I open again tomorrow. Tomorrow tho, I have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">alot</span> better staffing barring any more call <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">in's</span>. We had one call in before 5am... then another got a call while there only a little bit and had to leave. So my equation for the day is this - <br />Adequate staffing <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">minus</span> 2 crew <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">plus</span> early release day <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">minus <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">the pain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">meds</span> I needed <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">equal</span> one miserable, horrible, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">awful</span>, rotten bad day!!<br /><br />Whew! I do feel better now!<br /></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-66068827890751410312008-10-14T19:31:00.002-05:002008-10-14T19:38:47.675-05:001st day back to work, yuck!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><span style="font-size:100%;">OK, so I went back to work today. I don't know if it sucked because<br />I went back to WORK, or because it's a full moon and the world is full of nut cases.<br />I'll go with a combination of both.<br /><br />The day started OK, then all of Wisconsin seemed to come out and stormed<br />drive <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thru</span> and none of them were very bright.<br /><br />My foot held up pretty well but I can't wait until I am no longer gimpy.<br />I am taking <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Vicodin</span>, which has been quite a disappointment.<br />Sure, it helps the pain, but for hearing how addictive it is, what a let down,<br />I expected it to wow me, either knock me out cold or make me wired, anything.<br />NOTHING. NOTHING AT ALL...<br />What can possibly be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">addictive</span> about something that seems to do little more than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">advil</span>?<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">CALGON</span> take me away!!!<br />I go for my re-check Thursday at 11:30, hopefully it will be good news.<br /><br />I'm making fudge, I deserve it after today! Then my foot will rest for the rest of the night.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-36673296787530827642008-10-11T00:59:00.002-05:002008-10-11T01:11:18.579-05:00I'm BACK!! and laid up temporarily...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xUcuwTpRnOzqBwf3A845IBSGtLXQD2eLIT11stF4p5nZVHyrQSugnAIW1gAR8wBJJrWbrKLKtYrM_4lAMsP3llp8MPP-qQ8coAJRDLWsRjuy1gnm5cyRfdTbFWqsqn3YdS7Mwdr_RQE/s1600-h/IMG_0683.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9xUcuwTpRnOzqBwf3A845IBSGtLXQD2eLIT11stF4p5nZVHyrQSugnAIW1gAR8wBJJrWbrKLKtYrM_4lAMsP3llp8MPP-qQ8coAJRDLWsRjuy1gnm5cyRfdTbFWqsqn3YdS7Mwdr_RQE/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772992946221666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn6mSUtAvarcbJjDiVMX7j0SlPGsZ0eo0GHTiKKhu2dwu79gRz10zS12RAghZXqHEaI30SW3oSUv20VP7P8KNpnEgztnLUfDQt6H8-qXKOQT9j6u2OkPGAaK5n-ZfsskZko1HOzrofeg/s1600-h/IMG_0743.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibn6mSUtAvarcbJjDiVMX7j0SlPGsZ0eo0GHTiKKhu2dwu79gRz10zS12RAghZXqHEaI30SW3oSUv20VP7P8KNpnEgztnLUfDQt6H8-qXKOQT9j6u2OkPGAaK5n-ZfsskZko1HOzrofeg/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255772716445657138" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Our trip to Florida went well,<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ALOT</span> OF DRIVING......<br /><br />Poor Ruth's beach-front wedding ended up in the reception area of the church :(<br />It rained all the day before and very early that morning.<br />She handled it well and had a great time, and is insanely happily married!!<br />I'm so happy for her!<br /><br />We got home from our trip Thursday afternoon,<br />tried catching up on emails, blogs, which I'm very behind on STILL,<br />unpacked what I could, still have things to put away<br />and my desk top to clear, again,......dishes to do........<br />and I had heel spur surgery today. I was told it went well.<br />I can only move my middle 3 toes on that foot, so I know slowly<br />the feeling is coming back. I can take another good drug at 4am...<br />I'll be on the couch with my foot propped up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">thru</span> Monday noon,<br />then I have to start seeing if I can walk on it. This weekend I rest.<br />I can prop my foot up while at the computer tho, so I will pop on and off :)<br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-12272047571237748422008-09-25T15:29:00.002-05:002008-09-25T15:40:03.569-05:00I'm outta here!!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wAg2OJcOWnuETKAemsNXlPLB20se2QC79tFdX6eoippqkSSKvfjypIvHNVsoBm-j6z1BrKjyNjz4TLXpDBu4DA8UqRYp4D1s2Au0okdUgOqH0g_hwIfohhjm4_HFC70ucfIsCtYRcbM/s1600-h/IMG_2013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wAg2OJcOWnuETKAemsNXlPLB20se2QC79tFdX6eoippqkSSKvfjypIvHNVsoBm-j6z1BrKjyNjz4TLXpDBu4DA8UqRYp4D1s2Au0okdUgOqH0g_hwIfohhjm4_HFC70ucfIsCtYRcbM/s320/IMG_2013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250059876761512706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I am leaving soon - yeah!!<br />Tomorrow is my last day working before we leave.<br />My friend Ruth is getting married Oct. 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, and Rob and I will be there!!!<br />HA HA HA, kids are staying home - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span>!!!!!<br />Ah yes, the feel of freedom!!!!!<br />I can only imagine how many emails I will be coming home to, yikes!<br /><br />This was a picture taken in Fort <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lauderdale</span> from our last trip to Florida.<br />Our hotel is actually in Fort <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lauderdale</span>, while Ruth is in Hollywood, just south of there.<br />The reception sounds like it will be close to our hotel, <br />but I believe the wedding will be at the beach -<br />COOL!!<br />Actually, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">will</span> probably be rather warm :)<br /><br />See you all when we get back, IF we come back :)<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-43836372094882830872008-09-24T14:03:00.002-05:002008-09-24T14:16:34.935-05:00What a way to start a day...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-neTJKWsiwEdEdk3PH0dlHS_BbIBbSmu0rgqaxLWDzr5fhT786lpw56BUV6wgnHslpIWXTajeXfRr98iYkxzZNmAvfcivOE3Y53ziEB8Uk-dbFsiSd2lPXj8cq5llHAkjtjpbDllfoG0/s1600-h/IMG_0985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-neTJKWsiwEdEdk3PH0dlHS_BbIBbSmu0rgqaxLWDzr5fhT786lpw56BUV6wgnHslpIWXTajeXfRr98iYkxzZNmAvfcivOE3Y53ziEB8Uk-dbFsiSd2lPXj8cq5llHAkjtjpbDllfoG0/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249666455522999458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">What a morning....<br /><br />Before my eyes were even fully open, Rob tells me...<br /><br />"You have 30 days from when we get back from Florida<br />to get rid of Max"<br /><br />I know Max has been on Rob's nerves for a while<br />but I didn't think he was such a baby about it.<br /><br />Max is a pig, he poops everywhere in his enclosure.<br />Max is psycho,<br />during mating season he rams<br /> into his glass windows and is bound to break out someday.<br />Max is dumber than a box of rocks.<br /><br />These are the things that make Max easy to pick on.<br />These are the things that make Max so unique.<br />These are the things that have driven Rob to his breaking point.<br /><br />What a great way to start the day.....<br />and I'm supposed to have a nice vacation knowing<br />that I have to really start looking for alternative homes for Max??<br /><br />I have worked with iguana rescues and they are<br />VERY HARD to find homes for.<br /><br />I think he's watched a few too many Bewitched shows<br />and thinks I can magically twitch my nose and POOF,<br />there goes Max to a better place....<br /><br />Rob would be easier to find a new home for! :)~<br />Don't worry, I'll keep him, but I don't have to like it right now...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8278143543196024261.post-55594036506791642102008-09-23T13:46:00.000-05:002008-09-23T13:52:55.043-05:00If you make it, will they come?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rQ80YKk9BVgHexXjI4gWfG6lRmnaTBOQ-QAl9im3nVZ4h36YAYTHwN4CwPVlVI3SAbipwpDX7ahQTJhyQDPeMFmPY7xfj23wtV7H65ypeY8ZwQ6rJWbcTT2sEbcXUItusKU4zwBMNow/s1600-h/thinking+gorilla.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></span></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4rQ80YKk9BVgHexXjI4gWfG6lRmnaTBOQ-QAl9im3nVZ4h36YAYTHwN4CwPVlVI3SAbipwpDX7ahQTJhyQDPeMFmPY7xfj23wtV7H65ypeY8ZwQ6rJWbcTT2sEbcXUItusKU4zwBMNow/s400/thinking+gorilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249290655218246578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, I have taken the plunge.<br /><br />I have started my own blog.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmmm</span>, what are my intentions?<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Not a clue.<br /><br /></span>Will anybody see this or even notice I exist??<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Again, no clue.<br /><br /></span>So why bother??<br />Curiosity, intrigue, a challenge...<br /><br />And if nobody shows up, then it will be my little<br />place to come and vent or whatever I feel like doing.<br /><br />So, is anybody out there or do I have the place to myself??<br />Hello?? Hello?? Anybody out there??<br /></span></div>Lizardmomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08536941966416516300noreply@blogger.com7