tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37194672663715653302024-02-19T06:40:27.619-06:00It's All About The Meow!Scenes from my twisted life..Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-62486915233681530192015-01-02T12:04:00.002-06:002015-01-02T12:04:59.803-06:00Happy New Year 2015!!2015 is now upon us.. it makes me think back when I went to Woodlake Elementary School and they Liberty Bell (replica I think) came to our school so we could see it, back in 1976! Funny how some things make memories come upon us. <br />
My goal is to get at least 2 posts a month on this blog. <br />
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For this one: I am a Grandmother, yep a Grandmother. I have a beautiful young Grandson named Aiden. <br />
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Kickapooh as I call him, was born on St. Patrick's Day of 2014. I am so in love with this baby! My sweet Bebe! </div>
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<br /></span> Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-82565431031398873792013-07-20T12:23:00.000-05:002013-07-20T12:23:22.170-05:00Changing of the GuardI am losing family members. While I know this is the natural order of things, I DO NOT LIKE IT. I am missing having those family members. Even if I didn't see them every day, it was a comfort knowing they were there. <br />
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We (my generation of cousins) are now the Old Guard. I don't mind being the old guard, but not at the cost of losing those before me. I loved the stories that were shared, their laughter and smiles. Us kids looking up to those before us. I don't mind getting older, I am really not scared of dying either. Actually, I have a plan to help me go like I want. (That is a story for another day) I am really saddened by them aging and leaving us, leaving a wound that will heal, but will definitely leave a scar. We can't even begin to take their place and I am pretty sure we don't want to. <br />
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I Salute those who were the "Old Guard" before us, alive and gone:<br />
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Francis (Chicky) Lundy <br />
Susan Basham <br />
Pinky Bishop <br />
Johnny Bishop <br />
Taffy Bishop <br />
Jerry Taylor <br />
Jerry Basham <br />
Jack Cornwell<br />
Mike Cornwell<br />
Sharon Ellingson<br />
Jesse Ellingson<br />
Patty Basham<br />
Johnny (Jr) O'Neil<br />
Val Burbank Cornwell<br />
Larry O'Neil<br />
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Family and Friends, feel free to add to this list in a comment if you remember names I might have forgetten.<br />
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Just know, I will call you out, and I won't have a problem telling you to your face. I don't need friends like that and I sure as hell don't want them.</div>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-19286862060390181252012-07-10T18:47:00.005-05:002012-07-10T18:52:57.850-05:00Faith in humanity<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Today my father went with me to a Dr Appt. On the way we have nice chats, for the most part. He brought something to my attention. He told me that he thinks that today's kids are more cruel today, than of days gone by. For some reason this got me to thinking of a story I saw on FB about some teen boys that had hung a puppy. They had smiles on their faces, like they were proud of what they had done, thought it was funny or cool. It broke my heart. I had to hide the post, I couldn't look at it. Supposedly it was taken a couple years ago, but that doesn't make it any easier to see. I have also heard about another "fun" pastime that some people seem to think is cool... kitten stomping. Makes me nauseous just talking about it. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Do these young people lack any kind of concsious, any empathy? How do they live with themselves. Are they monsters at home. Is the public the chosen few that get to see this behaviour? How do these young people learn these horrendous patterns. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I never understood how a child could see something being beaten and think it is alright. Don't they have a twinge inside themselves that say, "don't do this, this is wrong in so many ways". Even if that is what they are seeing their parents do. All of this "leaned condition" makes me want to vomit. You either know something is right or something is wrong. Don't most people have that sense? That brings up this.. I don't want to hear that they see their parents are telling them it is alright so they do it. There are children raised in vile situations that totally go the other way and never do this kind of crap. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This makes me almost lose hope for our future generations. I think the US is going to hell in a handbasket, but can you imagine having these youngsters running our government and military, etc.. It makes me weep. I hope things change for the better, but the way things are going now, I am glad, I hopefully, won't be alive to see it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I guess I am just kind of rambling, but I had to get this off of my chest. It has just been popping up, here and there. Maybe I will get some peace now, I can't change it and I can't fix it.. I can only do the best I can with those I live with and those I love and those who are my friends. Here's to hope: hope that things change and that my "Faith in Humanity" isn't a lost cause.</span>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-39469632926063208252012-06-21T18:46:00.001-05:002012-06-21T19:19:48.420-05:00Bike Rally Fun<div style="text-align: center;">
Some people will look at me and say, "no way, she doesn't look like a bike rally type gal!" I am here to set the record straight. I really enjoy going to Bike Rally's. My favorite, and I have only been to a few, I will admit, is <a href="http://www.hogrock.com/" target="_blank">Hogrock.</a> We have been going to this rally for about 11 years. I don't always go twice a year, June can get pretty hot and those that know me, know that the heat and I just don't get along that well. It totally saps my energy. Though I will rally and try and hang with the crew. </div>
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The Original Hogrock Crew</div>
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Oh, the laughter we have had at Hogrock, at other peoples stupidity! A quick thanks to those nameless many! Thank You, Thank You!!</div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I can't begin to describe how much I feel for my "Lovin' Man". Saying I love him just doesn't quite seem to do it justice. How do you describe the feelings you have for someone, who has come into your life and just loved you. Loved you and your son, unconditionally. Has had no problems with your quirky ways and your "nuttier than a squirrel turd" family? I know he came from a quirky family himself, so that probably does have something to do with it. He has put up with so much and still loves me. 17 years in April and it doesn't seem like it. I just am amazed at how he just goes with the flow of the things that are going on. He has been there through my illness and surgeries. Such unconditional love amazes me. I look at others in relationships and there are few that compare to what I have with "Lovin' Man". Not that I don't realize how lucky I am, but it just reaffirms it. I have heard it said that "the grass is greener on the other side".. I think we are the other side. I love my life. I love my family and I am more thankful everyday, that I have a man such as him, in my life. Now, don't get me wrong, we have had squabbles and have been mad at each other, but out of the 16 years of our relationship, I can count the times we have had an actual fight on one hand. I think that is pretty damn good. My favorite part is when he tells me he loves me and how beautiful I am, even when I look like something one of the cat's drug into the house, and he means it!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I just want to say to my "Lovin' Man".. thank you, you will never know how much you mean to me, because I can never actually put it into words.</span>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-30733780561527350672012-05-23T20:44:00.001-05:002012-05-23T20:44:37.771-05:00Wise Women<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: orange;">Now, who couldn't see a break up coming, raise your hand? I didn't even know anything about them and could see this coming a mile away. When a third party is involved, you know that something is going to blow up. Someone is going to get burned. You would have to be deaf and blind not to see or feel this coming. I think it is kind of funny, the "oh so sad" kind, not the "funny haha" kind of funny, that an outside couple could see such a disaster coming and the three invovled couldn't. </span></div>
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<span style="color: orange;">Three: When you become the big fat stinky turd in this totally fucked up situation, you will not just lose the friendship of the couple. You will lose the friendship of all those that you hung around with. If nothing else, all the trust. Tearing apart more friendships, therefore, causing even more drama. Whew... that was alot to say!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Thanks for teaching me to be the woman I am today. The mother that I became and the daughter that I hope you were proud of. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Thank you for teaching me to say what is on my mind, brutally honest if need be, but honest still the same. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Thank you for teaching me to love my son the way that you loved Tim and I, with hugs and kisses all of the time and telling us that we did good or looked nice, to build up our self esteem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Teaching me right from wrong and the all about the grey area in between, </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">that life isn't always rosy and that you just have to roll with the punches and or</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> roll up your sleeves and get shit done!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Now, I also have one cat that is real tempermental. She has CATITUDE! The kind of cat that you buy three different cat foods for and she would be like "I would rather have the kind you didn't buy".. even if she did like the other three! She is Ms Kitty Fu ~ Queen of the House. GlidaBelle is just a mellow cat, who goes with the flow. She is the "Whatever" cat.. whatever makes everyone happy. Then there is Ffiona who is the youngster of the group. I think though that she might try and swipe the title of Queen. We will have to see... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">UPDATE: Two more kitties at the corral! I have a Hazel Mae or as we call her Crazy Hazey and when have Lux. I am trying to get another baby.. but hubby isn't really wanting it and I need to take his feelings into consideration. He is such a wonderful hubby, he deserves consideration.</span><br />
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Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-84013326032311197052012-03-30T18:28:00.000-05:002012-03-30T18:28:18.606-05:00Unconditional LoveLately, I have been down. I haven't been able to do much because of health reasons. While I was pretty much laid up, it was my girls that made me smile at least once a day. I can't express enough, how those little four legged ladies kept my spirits up. If I didn't have a furry little cat looking at me and those little meows, tinkling in my ears, I think I would have went stir crazy. The babies meowing at me at dinner time, made me want to get up and feed them, how could I let those little furballs of love go hungry, they counted on me.. I am MOMMy and they want their mommy! They need their Mommy. I think when you feel needed, when your children are grown up and really doing their own thing, and your hubby and father, they think they are too old or too stubborn to ask for help. Those little Blessings from the Goddess wanted their mom. <br />
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Feeling GlidaBelle, snuggle up against me at night, wanting in her spot against my chest. Waiting for my rubs on her chest and back. That is her spot.. she needs her rubs.<br />
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Ms Kitty Fu.. wanting the validation of being Queen of the House. She wants her fair share of love, hearing my voice tell her that she is the 1st and rules the roost.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was reading a blog (4Hens&aRooster) the other day. Mother Hen had posted about her daughter being dubbed by classmates as a Ginger. When I was growing up, I had such a hard time, but it was mostly from family. Family being the older aunts and uncles, grandparents and such. The kids in the family didn't really tease me. I had all the nicknames, that I hated, and what made it even worse is that I was the only "totally ginger" in the family. I was the only child in our family that had red hair. Straight up redhead!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> In grade school I didn't really get teased.. or hell, it has been to long for me to remember. So, if I did, I wasn't scarred for life. :D </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It wasn't until jr high that I started noticing the LOOKS. I can't even remember anyone else in my jr high having red hair. I think it kept me from having boyfriends. I know I am not monkey butt ugly, so I don't think it was looks. I had a good amount of friends, so it wasn't my personality. It had to be the red hair. High School wasn't much different. Through out high school I had maybe four boyfriends, and the last and longest one was a ginger also. Funny how that worked out. That little romance changed me forever though. To this day, I would not date a man with red hair. I seriously think it is because of the last high school boyfriend thing. It went south and my attractions to gingers went with it. Not that I don't think gingers are beautiful or handsome.. just can't date them. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I really started realizing how special being a ginger was, when I was in my 20's. To bad we have to go through all of the other stuff before we realize how lucky we are. I have met women who would kill to have the color of hair I had when I was growing up. Hell, I wish my hair was that color now. Damn old age, damn you to hell! Thank goodness for Sally's Beauty supplies, I can still be pretty close to my natural color. Can I get an Hell Yeah!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It seems to me that in this day and age, that Ginger's are more sought after, natural ones, even more so. You have actresses such as Julianna Moore, Bryce Dallas Howard, Christina Hendricks & Bonnie Wright (Ginny Weasley-Harry Potter), just to name a few.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I guess now I am rambling, so I will wrap this up. Some things from Mother Nature are a gift. When we are young, we sometimes don't realize how lucky we are to be blessed with these precious gifts. It takes a few years and learning to love ourselves, then we realize how lucky we are. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gingers are special. We are a rare group of people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">WE ARE SPECIAL!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Please embrace that red hair and those freckles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gingers Unite!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-42311944044765635822012-01-28T22:03:00.000-06:002012-01-28T22:03:25.008-06:00Naked Cooking with "Lovin' Man"<div style="text-align: center;">One thing I do love about having an empty nest, we can do what we want, when we want, where ever we want, however we want. I know as an adult you are supposed to be able to do that anyway, but when you have children, there just ain't no way! Yes, I said ain't! So tonight we decided to bake our Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread tonight.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"> The best part about it, WE CAN DO IT NAKED!! (Only going to show the arm! The rest is just for me!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I know, we are odd and twisted and a bit freaky, but that is the way we roll! We paint that way, we clean that way.. make the bed. You name it, we usually do it naked.. at home of course! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Your bedroom always looks better, after it has been painted by a naked "Lovin' Man".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">You can have a beautifully painted living room with great eye candy actually doing the painting!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Now personally, I never thought I would run around naked.. and to be honest, I usually have jams on. I do INSIST that "Lovin' Man" be naked, as soon as he walks in the door! </div><div style="text-align: center;">If I have had a bad day, the site of him in the buff always makes me smile and I know that the rest of the evening will be okay! </div><div style="text-align: center;">If you are reading this and you happen to be a couple, that have your house to yourself, live a little ~ run around naked! <br />
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Oh by the way: This is how amazing your Pumpkin Chocolate Chip Bread can look, when you bake naked!<br />
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<div><h2 class="uiHeaderTitle" tabindex="0"> <u>Robert Hicks Widow of the South</u></h2></div><div class="clearfix"><div class="mbs uiHeaderSubTitle lfloat fsm fwn fcg"></div></div><div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"><div>Sometimes you read something that just gives you goosebumps, it hits you deep in your core with the beauty of the words or the strength of them. this is one such excerpt that has stuck with me...<br />
Chpt. 6<br />
What I saw was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I wish to never see it again. In the distance the entire Confederate Army of Tennessee stood on line. All of them. We'd been fighting out here in the west, in Alabama and Mississippi and Tennessee, always hemmed in by rivers and forests and tight little winding roads, and I had never thought about what thousands of men would look like if they stood out and faced us. But there they were. They shimmered in the distance, the warming air making them look wavy like a dream, something from another world. There were flags of all sorts snapping in the wind ~ the red and blue cross on their battle flag, the odd faded blue and white flags of one of the divisions in the center. Sounds of brass bands, one playing "The Girl I left Behind Me." I wanted them to stay there always, forzen in their splendor. An odd happiness possessed me then, and I can only explain it by saying that I had fought them so long and they had fought so hard, I was proud that such an army, a vibrating mass of butternut gray and sharp metal, screeching that strange wail of theirs, was arrayed against me and my men. I was proud that we were worthy of that. And though I knew not one of them would hesitate to shoot me in the head as I stood there watching with Weiss, who was muttering curses in a strange tongue, I didn't take it personal. I wish it could all end right there and that the Rebels could see themselves as I saw them in that moment. But such things never happen and such sights are bound to disappear. And so they began to move.<br />
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<u><strong><span style="font-size: large;">The Lion in Winter</span></strong></u><br />
Katherine Hepburn & Peter O'toole<br />
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"I'd hang you from the nipples, but I would shock the children"<br />
(Katherine Hepburn, in her room, staring in her mirror, talking to herself)<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><u>Camelot</u></strong></span><br />
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<div>"Don't let it be forgot, that once there was a spot, for one brief shining moment that was known as Camelot"<br />
Musical ~ Camelot<br />
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">The Jewels</span></u><br />
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My well-beloved was stripped. Knowing my whim, <br />
She wore her tinkling gems, but naught besides: <br />
And showed such pride as, while her luck betides, <br />
A sultan's favoured slave may show to him.<br />
When it lets off its lively, crackling sound, <br />
This blazing blend of metal crossed with stone, <br />
Gives me an ecstasy I've only known <br />
Where league of sound and lustre can be found.<br />
She let herself be loved: then, drowsy-eyed, <br />
Smiled down from her high couch in languid ease. <br />
My love was deep and gentle as the seas <br />
And rose to her as to a cliff the tide.<br />
My own approval of each dreamy pose,<br />
Like a tarned tiger, cunningly she sighted:<br />
And candour, with lubricity united,<br />
Gave piquancy to every one she chose,<br />
Her limbs and hips, burnished with changing lustres,<br />
Before my eyes clairvoyant and serene,<br />
Swarmed themselves, undulating in their sheen;<br />
Her breasts and belly, of my vine the clusters,<br />
Like evil angels rose, my fancy twitting, <br />
To kill the peace which over me she'd thrown, <br />
And to disturb her from the crystal throne <br />
Where, calm and solitary, she was sitting.<br />
So swerved her pelvis that, in one design, <br />
Antiope's white rump it seemed to graft <br />
To a boy's torso, merging fore and aft. <br />
The talc on her brown tan seemed half-divine.<br />
The lamp resigned its dying flame. Within, <br />
The hearth alone lit up the darkened air, <br />
And every time it sighed a crimson flare <br />
It drowned in blood that amber-coloured skin.<br />
— Roy Campbell, <i>Poems of Baudelaire</i> (New York: Pantheon Books, 1952)</div></div></div>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-85116280658453446712012-01-18T12:17:00.006-06:002012-02-18T11:08:00.456-06:00Someone is stealing their poop<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><u>Jan 17 2012</u></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The plan: train the girls to use the toilet, instead of having a litter box. Time for this brilliant idea is: about 4 weeks. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Step 1: Yesterday "Lovin' Man" and I took the hoopty to Walmart. While there I picked up a new kitty litter box. I needed to get a smaller one, so that it would fit in the bathroom next to the toilet. It was late when we got home so I didn't really feel like messing with setting up the "new box". </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today when I got home from doing some errands, I finally cleaned out the old box and put the new clean one in the bathroom. Foreseeable problems with the new plan. Why yes, I do see there might be some problems ~ 1: they won't train and I have to go back to the usual cat box situation and 2: "Lovin Man" or I will end up stepping an a litter box with "donations", in the middle of the night. When we move on to step 2, we have a whole new set of possible problems. We will go into those when we are closer to step 2. So send me prayers and wish the girls luck!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dgjg5OoVG8/TxY0SJ6EPxI/AAAAAAAAANg/vBGPYhmB1zw/s1600/IMG_1373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Dgjg5OoVG8/TxY0SJ6EPxI/AAAAAAAAANg/vBGPYhmB1zw/s320/IMG_1373.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So it begins.. our first donations, I am not sure who donated this: but I have an idea and it is a great start!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pretty soon the girls are going to start looking like this:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPXXg4Gf2DrBhtMsFkxlKKBPHFTh0OEbx8APzR4LTdYBNbU4VDFTLHuf6Z1FRfpNn58uehyCtoH9STwt9DhZ52y8jaoqQR3S-QcWRgQaY56GES52qoLTb8I0gDUoalmjKlnPJqotx296_/s1600/167266573629878529_kqxAi3dq_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWPXXg4Gf2DrBhtMsFkxlKKBPHFTh0OEbx8APzR4LTdYBNbU4VDFTLHuf6Z1FRfpNn58uehyCtoH9STwt9DhZ52y8jaoqQR3S-QcWRgQaY56GES52qoLTb8I0gDUoalmjKlnPJqotx296_/s1600/167266573629878529_kqxAi3dq_c.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">and it kind of looks like Ms Kitty Fu!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">It has been a couple of days and the girls don't like the litter box moved. How do I know this, you ask? Well, I walked into the hallway where it used to be, where now I put the vacuum. I found this little gem. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I guess I have been "told".. but I am not giving up! Now on facebook I said that I finally found another use for my San G yearbooks. I know they can be used as door stops.. and a bookend. You can use them to hide papers that you don't want anyone to see, because they are to lazy to lift the damn things and be nosy. You can use them to smack a kid with, but my favorite has always been.. kill the fucking spiders with!! Our yearbooks are so heavy that if you chuck one on a spider, it is splat city. Then you just leave it there, til hubby gets home and cleans it up. But now is the "cherry on top" of the usage for the yearbook: to raise the kitty litter box when you are trying to teach your cat to use a toilet! I used all four of mine and it raised just enough for the start of Step 3. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial;">I hope I am not going to fast with the raising of the box. But I have taken out the yearbooks and put in some pepsi crates. Thank goodness for my dad. He donated the crates to the "experiment". </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I laid the bust on Ffiona! I think it pissed her off, but what is she going to do.. flip me off?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay to recap: have raised the cat box for the second time.. things seem to be going alright.. I will probably leave it this high for a bit. I have another crate to add in about a week. The third crate ought to take it to the top or a bit higher than the toilet seat. Then on to step 4~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Now I am not a naturally pretty woman. I was not gifted with the looks of people like Sharon Stone or Michelle Pfeifffer or the fabulous cheekbones of Audrey Hepburn or say Super Model Paulina Porizkova. I have to face my fabulosity (thanks Kimora for that word!) I really like that word.. I think it describes my world.. even on the NO make up days I embrace that word!</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I decided, since it is like 27 degrees outside, and too cold to do anything outside, that I would play with my makeup and take pictures after each major step. I do consider it all major, I mean I need that makeup.. Like a back alley whore needs crack!</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So I am just going to jump right in here and start the amazing metamorphis of Terri! buwahahahaha The first step is to wash the face really well and maybe even exfoliate. I am not a beautician and don't pretend to be, this is just how I do my face. Okay, now that I got that little spiel out of the way, after I wash my face I put moisturizer on.. I use Olay.. the age appropriate kind, for my age. Then I use some Loreal' line filler.. I have way to many of those little bastards, not to use "wrinkle putty"! So here is the clean face look, nice and lotioned up ~ TA DAH! ~ What a fucking nightmare! Scary isn't it?!</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then I put on my cover up and my pancake makeup up.. I know what your thinking.. pancake makeup, how old school is that! Well look at me, I am pretty fucking vintage, aren't I! Pale too, I mean if only I sparkled maybe I could be a Cullen, even though I was totally team Jacob!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="color: orange;">Next I have to put some eye makeup on. If there is one thing that I really, really, really need it is eye make up. Tell me that I am wrong. lol. Also, don't worry, I did blend the makeup into my neck. I hate it when women and their daughters don't know how to blend their pancake makeup. Seriously, don't you look at yourself in the mirror while you are doing it? Do you put it on the Stevie Wonder way, blindly? It is not a good look! Blend that shit~ I also had to put on some eyebrows, I have really light eyebrows.. face it, every thing about me is pale. No, I don't put them on with a sharpie! I try to blend them with a color that matches what little color that is in them.</span> </span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Okay I have the day time eye look going here. Not too much, not tarted up to bad. I love that word, "tarted" up! I always tell "Lovin' Man" that I am tarting up for him, when we are going out for dinner or the movies or something. I am guessing he prefers me tarted up too, I mean, would you want to go around with some vampire pale woman with NO eyelashes?</span><br />
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<span style="color: orange;">I couldn't handle it anymore, I had to put the lips on. Usually for my daytime look, I use a color that isn't shouting out "look" at me! But I can't wear those really light tones either... peaches and pale shimmers and such. I have to have something that will define the lips. Okay another complaint. I can't handle the ladies that have like a light color lip with some dark ass lip liner. Seriously? Come on, you look ridiculous.(example is three pictures up) JMHO and since this is my blog, my opinion is the one that counts.</span> <span style="color: orange;">A little Covergirl blush to give me some color.</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Since "Lovin' Man" and I were going to go out and eat, I thought I would do the the "Tarted Up" version. I use a red lip glossy stuff from Sephora. Yes, that is the name of it.. red lip glossy stuff. lol I just can't remember or even see what the hell the name of it is! I also use a lip liner brush. I love makeup brushes! To top it all off, I use a little bit of bronzer.. and it has some shimmer in it. I guess maybe a little part of me wants to be a Cullen. whahahaha</span></div>
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<span style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So ladies those are a few of the things I do, to try and "Tart Up". Depending on what I am doing that day and where I am going.. it might be more or less. If I am going to walmart, I don't worry about makeup and usually change from clothes into pj's!</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"><strong>(Jennifer, I didn't copy the war paint idea but I kind of gave a twist to a makeup lesson... I can't even think of writing half as good as you do.)</strong></span></div>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-15644274946302125102012-01-12T18:40:00.000-06:002012-01-12T18:40:50.046-06:00Taco Thursday @ Casa HolleyI have to admit, I do like Taco Bell on occasion, the boys have kind of burned me out on it though. I love going to eat Mexican food at an authentic Mexican restaurant. Not one of those tasteless restaurants that are huge chains. You know the ones I am talking about.. Guadala Harrys or Hacienda or that rat's ass place Taco Tierra. OMGOD, no self respecting Mexican or person that loves good Mexican food would ever, ever, ever, EVER go there! I also don't use that crap out of a box either. I think it is Ol' El Paso or something like that. Might as well munch on some shitty as fried cardboard! I wouldn't even use those as tortilla chips, if they were broken up. I hope I am never so desperate that I have to use boxed premade taco shells! So tonight I decided it was going to be Taco Thursday at Casa Holley.. <br />
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Now I am not of Mexican descent, but this looks, and sure did taste pretty damn good. I have made home made tortillas before, but did not do that. I did heat them in hot oil and shape them. I also, did not make the beans.. that I have made before also.. Shelley (can't remember her last name, and it pisses me off), taught me in cooking class at San Gorgonio High School.. soooo long ago! I have been taught how to make spanish rice and damned if I can make that shit right either. I have tried and tried and decided to put it on hold for a while. "Lovin' Man" doesn't like rice, any kind of rice, really. So that isn't any big loss. I just know.. and it is what I KNOW that counts, that my tacos taste pretty damn good! Can you honestly look at those and say you wouldn't want to at least give it a taste? Next time you decide that it is taco night at your casa, make your own, it takes very little time or work and look what you can treat your family to! Come on, one little bite? You know you want to! Bon Appetite or Buen provecho!<br />Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-46354618540221327252012-01-11T18:19:00.000-06:002012-01-11T18:28:24.303-06:00Take a moment & enjoy the walk~<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I guess I have been "broke" so long and just kind of go along with it, I didn't realize that I enjoyed walking so much. For those that don't know, I have had arthritis since I was 15 yrs old. In my early 30's I started having to have things replaced. First my right hip later on I had my right knee, my right wrist and my left hip and just recently I had my left foot worked on. After I had the left food fixed, I really started to walk a lot more. I really enjoyed it. By walking more, I mean, not hurting as I usually do, I can go through walmart (not wearing my pajamas, mind you) and not have to lean on the cart for support. I could walk with my back straight and NO butt crack showing, but then I never had butt crack showing! I guess I just have to march to the beat of my own drum, not like all of the people we usually get to see at wally world. Anyway.. So my foot is finally healing and I am boogieing around all over the place, standing up straight and enjoying my M-O-B-I-L-I-T-Y!!! Look at her go!!, that is why my guys yell ~ Look At Her Go! So I am enjoying my new found freedom and then my knee starts going out. Not all of the time at first, then more and more, just enough to ruin my new found freedom and fun. I finally go to see my wonderful orthopedic doctor, the fabulous Dr. Houle <a href="http://www.orthocenter-si.com/houle.htm" target="_blank">He is the MAN!</a> So the fabulous Dr. Houle told me, after the usual xray wait, then the in-room wait, told me that I can have an expedition of the knee to take out some floaters or have it replaced, because I do have bone on bone going there and will need a replacement soon anyway. I opted for option B.. let's get this bad boy replaced and get me back to standing straight behind that walmart cart! February is the big month.. the end of February is when I will get the new knee. I can walk tall and proud, maybe even skip a little. I think a 5k is out of the question, but then it would have been out of the question anyway. I like to walk, but 5k, that wasn't going to happen even if I wasn't gimped up. Ever. Now swing dance, I would have done that, 5k no way! So my thought process that started this whole thread is, isn't it amazing how you don't realize how much you love to do something, until it is given back to you. You get so used to, being without it that it becomes the norm. I really love to walk.. when it is nice enough outside and there is the sun and a breeze. When snow flurries are coming down and I am bundled into a coat Even when it is raining and I can go out and dance around in the rain.. I enjoy to walk. So, sit back and think about some of the things you take for granted, the things that you expect to be working all of the time.. go out and enjoy a walk~</span></div>Reddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13152521717749951286noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3719467266371565330.post-49261464502184425492012-01-07T10:06:00.000-06:002012-01-09T20:29:18.827-06:00I'm my kitties bitch I love my cats. I am not one of those pet lovers that buy expensive bling for their cats or dogs or goats, etc... I do get them something every once in a while, to put on them and piss them off! I must say though, I am their total bitch. Those cats have me wrapped around their tails! Again, I am their total bitch! I just can't hardly stand to smack their little asses, when they deserve it. <br />
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My first baby is Ms Kitty Fu, a fluffy gray that has multiple personalities and there really isn't one that is sweet. They, all of her personalities, have attitude. The nicest one, pretty much tolerates us. When we got Fu Cat, we had a dachshund named Oskar and we say she became a Wiener cat. She acted like our little dachshund. She actually picked up his habits, quirky little ways. I think if we had gotten to have Oskar with us longer, she might have grown up to be a nicer little cat. Maybe losing Oskar is what turned her so turdy. Oh well, what can ya do? It used to be, that I was only allowed to pet her at night, when everyone was asleep. Like she didn't want anyone to know that she fraternized with me. Yes I said it, fraternize! Now am allowed to pet her with people around, when she feels like it. I am tolerated. "Lovin' Man" on the other hand, can do no wrong. She will search him out, to get loved on, in public. That is a slap in the face, my face. The one that scoops her poop's, face! I guess it is her quirkiness that I love so much. I am positive that she thinks she should be an only cat. I am positive that she is planning some kind of "payback" for not being an only cat anymore.<br />
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One evening I was sitting in the house at the sewing machine, making something, I can't remember what. I hear a holler from the garage. "Lovin' Man" yells for me to come outside to see something. So, I put on my slippers and go outside to see the gnarliest looking cat I have ever seen. The first surprise was that "Lovin' Man", who isn't really a cat fan, has a cat rubbing around his legs. She is a calico, and is one RUFF looking calico. She was just meowing and meowing and rubbing all over his legs. I felt so bad for this little scrawny cat. So being the kind hearted person that I am (okay, when it comes to animals, that is) I sprinted into the house to get a little food. I sat on the golf cart in the garage with this little cat while she snarfed down the food I brought out. She was starving. So we left her an afghan on the golf cart seat and food and water and shut her in (or so we thought) in the garage. The next morning I saw out the window, a big mean and ugly grey cat coming out of the garage. I run out there and the food is gone and so is the gnarly little calico. I felt so bad. The next day, when she comes around again, I grab her up, with the permission of "Lovin' Man" and take her to the vet. I get her shots and checked out for any bad kitty stuff and she is alright, but pregnant. That means, not spaying yet. He wasn't my regular vet, I took her to my regular vet, the fabulous Dr. Smith, and she says she doesn't think she is pregnant and spays her .. she wasn't pregnant. Introducing our new cat, GlidaBelle, to Fu Cat was not an nice task. I know you are stuck on her name. GlidaBelle, what the hell were you thinking, how could you give that sweet cat, such a name. Well, honestly, because I freaking wanted to. I liked it, it fit her and so she is GlidaBelle. Those of us who are lucky, we get to call her Glidy or Glids.. those that don't know her, it is GlidaBelle, to you. Her and Fu Cat became good friends eventually, played and stayed relatively happy. Until....<br />
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Let me introduce Ffiona, my newest "daughter". Our wild ass little youngin'. Talk about hell with a tail. She is a little siames that I found at the Shelter Buddies Shelter close to our house. I was looking online and saw her and fell in love instantly. I called immediately and said.. she is mine, I want her! It took some sweet talking and sucking up to actually get "Lovin' Man" to agree to let me have her. So I hauled buns down to the shelter and got there at 12:05 and damned if I missed them being open by 5 minutes. 5 minutes and I couldn't bring that sweet faced baby home with me. I was devastated, but not defeated! So I called my one of my besties, Pam, and asked if she wanted to go with me the next day.. and off we went. I got to bring my baby home. After calling her by three different names, she became Ffiona. It fits her amazingly well! She is definitely a Ffiona. Her coat is turning a light cream color now and she has the most beautiful blue eyes. She is a sweet and ornery little furry shit! If I am not fighting with her with my hands.. she attacks my feet. She wouldn't play with toys the first week, was scared of them. Now she is Queen of the toys. I am sure she believes in the immortal words of Daffy Duck ~ mine, mine all mine! <br />
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Since the cats have all gotten to know each other, things are somewhat better but screwed up at the same time. The Queen of the house is still definitely Fu, and she wants everyone to know it, people included! Where Fu would not play with either Glida or Ffiona, now she will play with Ffiona, if not somewhat with a mean shit ass streak to it, but she won't play with GlidaBelle anymore at all. She just hisses at her. Like it is Glida's fault that we brought Ffiona. I can honestly say, Glida had no input on my decision to adopt Ffiona, but Fu doesn't give a rat's ass! Someone is going to pay and pay big!<br />
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Ffiona loves to play with GlidaBelle, but the girls treated her like a leper when she first got here. There was NO love in the house during about a two week period. GlidaBelle warmed up to her fairly quick, not Fu Cat. So Glida and Ffiona have become buds, Ffiona is such a bad ass though that Glida has to run sometimes. Discretion is the better part of valor for her. Fu Cat will now play with Ffiona but in a mean "I will smack you hard as hell" type way! There is a lot of mrrroww and pfftt going on, as well as the cat trees being smacked into the walls. I still crack up at it though. They totally know that I am their bitch. They take advantage of it. But what can I do...? This bitch loves her cats...<br />
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