tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91297342533349047342024-03-05T11:09:43.856-05:00The Most Stressed WomanWhen you find yourself stressed out, and ask yourself: WHY ME?!?Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger32125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-84514474634920149552010-09-06T08:04:00.000-04:002010-09-06T08:04:00.814-04:00I Can Do This!Once upon a time. I live by a schedule, a routine if you will. I'd get up, make the bed, get dressed, clean the bathroom, clear emails and blog while drinking my coffee and then start cleaning and run errands if necessary. Honest, I did. But somewhere along the line, I stopped. I'd try over and over to get started again. But it was as if the long task of things I used to do was just too overwhelming, so why bother?<br />
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Baby steps.<br />
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I know that's the answer. Start small and build my way up. It's just like exercising and eating right. It' not like I can just start drinking 8 glasses of water a day and eat right and exercise for an hour a day and quit smoking and clean the house and get a job and take care of my father and spend time with my son and get a life and be Ms. Perfect. So, here's my plan: Start a new routine. Well not new. Old. Go back to my old routine. I know, I know. I've avoided doing this in the past because it was too overwhelming. I'm not saying I'll complete the routine everyday. I'm saying I'll start working on it. I may very well burn out after an hour. But an hour is better than nothing. Right? Right??? (Disregard the fact that in one paragraph I went from baby steps to full blown routine again. Let's just go with the flow.)<br />
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Today's Schedule (although I won't be changing out the bedding since I just did that the other day):<br />
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A)I have 15 minutes to strip beds and start laundry.<br />
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B)I have 30 minutes to rumble :<br />
1)kitchen<br />
2)living room<br />
3)dining room or office<br />
4)bathroom<br />
5)bedroom<br />
6)another room of choice<br />
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C)I have 15 minutes to do a load of dishes and clear a counter.<br />
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D)I have 10 minutes to dust, and 5 minutes for exercise.<br />
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E)I have 10 minutes to switch laundry, and 5 minutes to drink a glass of water.<br />
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F)I have 30 minutes to mop and/or vacuum:<br />
1)kitchen<br />
2)bathroom<br />
3)living room<br />
4)another room of choice<br />
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G)I have 10 minutes to clean out our wallet and purse or bag, and 5 minutes for exercise.<br />
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H)I have 10 minutes to switch laundry, and 5 minutes to drink a glass of water.<br />
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I)I have 30 minutes to:<br />
1)shine the bathroom<br />
2)fling 10 things<br />
3)exercise for 5 minutes<br />
4)drink a glass of water<br />
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J)I have 10 minutes to empty the trash cans and shine the sink, and 5 minutes for exercise.<br />
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K)I have 10 minutes to switch laundry, and 5 minutes to drink a glass of water.<br />
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L)I have 30 minutes to sort and put away laundry.<br />
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M)I have 15 minutes to remake beds and fluff pillows.<br />
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I will *try* to post tonight my actual accomplishments.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-8810309385431913322010-08-20T03:44:00.000-04:002010-08-20T03:44:49.662-04:00The "D" Word<p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat6Q2qoCeO9TTPHx3_uY1W8GdeNxJ-Wa6ijwQ1jy5uc734LGD9ukx3obwDP0N4Gu0PV4-WqSUQ7DWmKlVFD4R_zxpSi6kZvRtB17BPamFSF8KT9iHqkZCt9Xx5GN_U6crSvYYt1HNbkA/s1600/divorce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhat6Q2qoCeO9TTPHx3_uY1W8GdeNxJ-Wa6ijwQ1jy5uc734LGD9ukx3obwDP0N4Gu0PV4-WqSUQ7DWmKlVFD4R_zxpSi6kZvRtB17BPamFSF8KT9iHqkZCt9Xx5GN_U6crSvYYt1HNbkA/s320/divorce.jpg" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I told my husband last week that I wanted a divorce. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He was </span><b style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>SHOCKED</i></b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> I mean years and years of my complaining that I want to spend more time together and a sit down conversation last month that we have nothing in common wasn't a clue! A few additional talks with him agreeing that we could think of nothing wasn't a clue. Nobody saw this coming! NOBODY!!! Well, nobody else knew. Because I hid it well. That's why my FB status said: </span><br />
<h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="UIStory_Message">Smiled like nothing was wrong, talked like everything was perfect, and pretended like it wasn't hurting me...Tired of pretending, divorce is the answer.</span></i></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">So we've still been living together, 9 days of hell as he stomped around the house or locked himself in the bedroom (oh wait, he did that before too but there wasn't the silent treatment then). Or he would randomly leave the house without saying where he was going (we're getting divorced, I don't have the right to know if I should cook him dinner which yes, I've still been doing). Jackass. Oh right, was still doing his laundry too. F'in Jackass. Anyways...</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">So this morning he leaves. My father comes to me soon after and says that he told him that we need to get the cable/Internet in our names and phone service and I'll be having to get a new cell phone and that he's returning the cable boxes and modem on Saturday. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I already had the phone next to me for dr's appointments that I needed to make. So, I called the orthopedic doctor to schedule my knee surgery. The girl is out until Tuesday, she'll call back. Fine, understandable, its mid-August. I get that.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Call the insurance company to get a therapist. There just so happens to be a new therapist only 2 blocks away ... WOOHOO!! So call them and make an appointment and then call us back to get a reference number and then call the doctor back to give them the reference number. Um, wait what? Can't you give me the reference number now or have the dr's office call? No. WTF??? Whatever, nearby doctor, very cool. Get a regular # and a toll free for the dr. Call first number, answering machine. Call second number, disconnected. Dammit. Call first number and leave a message. Make note to call insurance company and doctor when they call back. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">So far, I'm 0/2. Trying to get shit done, not succeeding AND I have more calls to make because of call #2. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Next: Social Worker. I need to apply for cash assistance since my income is moving out. Shouldn't really be too difficult since I'm already on Food Stamps and Medicaid. Answering Machine...fine, I'll just leave a message for her to call ... oh come ON! She's on vacation until Monday! Grrrrrr.....deep breath....I'll just stop later, get the application, fill it out and drop if off tomorrow and she can call me with questions. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">So I call my son who also has a cell phone on our service plan. I tell him that Jackass (not his real name) will be canceling the service but I'm not sure when so he may want to get a phone of his own. 1 call checked off.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Then I call Vonage to switch names, on and off the phone in 2 minutes. Easy as pie. Hot damn! Things are starting to go my way!!!</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Instead of calling Comcast, I decide to log into their site to make it go faster. I can't find anything, so I use their online chat. I'm number 15 in the que. *Sigh* So I open another tab in my browser and play on Facebook, switching back and forth every minute or so and watch the que number dropping. Once I hit #6, I sit impatiently and wait, as its already been 20 minutes. TEN minutes later, I get a person. Who I swear to you was using hotkeys to answer everything. There's no way she was typing "Thank you so much for your patience while waiting for us to fix your problem. If you could just hold on for one moment while I review your problem to see how to handle it, I'll be right with you. In the meantime, how is your day going?" Yeah, she SO didn't type that! Especially when she came back and said "I see you're having problems entering the online website". Um no I'm not. My question clearly says "I want to change the account holder name." No mention of problems. No mention of the Web site. Hello? Okay, that's not what I said, what I said was "No, I want to change the account holder" She replied that was beyond her capabilities but she could transfer me on the site to the correct person. This is nearly as bad as being on the phone, except I had to wait longer for her to figure out which hotkey to enter. After asking "Did I help you solve your problems today?" (No DUMBASS ... that's why you're transferring me!) No, but thank you. I now play the waiting game for 5 more minutes for the correct person. New guy comes on and takes care of everything instantly and I'm finally done! WOOHOO! Wait, what? I still have to call the local office and change it with them too? Are you friggin kidding me???? I just spent 45 minutes to get this fixed quicker online and I STILL have to call? I hate big businesses!!!</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I take a deep breath and call the local office. I give them the information, tell them I also want to return one of the cable boxes (because we'll only have one tv now) and everything goes as perfectly as the Vonage call. I get directions to drop off the box later in the afternoon. Another item checked off the to-do list.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Does it seem like this is taking forever to read? Yeah, its only 12:30. *Double Sigh*</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I gather everything I'll need for my trip to town including a written list of stops:</span></span></h3><ol style="color: black;"><li><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Cable Company to drop off box/remote.</span></span></h3></li>
<li><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Jewelry Store to sell jewelry (cuz I'm flat broke and he's taking all the $ in the account)</span></span></h3></li>
<li><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Walmart to get Dad some munchies</span></span></h3></li>
<li><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">DHS to pick up welfare form (see above about me being flat broke)</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message"> </span></span></h3></li>
</ol><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">First stop: Comcast Cable. Run in/drop off box/run out. That's my plan. But this is me. Nothing goes as planned. Go right up to the desk, explain I called earlier and they should have my paperwork right here. A woman yells up "Oh yeah, we can't do it. We made a mistake. She's not an authorized user so she can't have the account in her name until he calls to cancel." O...M...G... Are you KIDDING me? I attempt to explain that he plans to return the boxes on Saturday and I don't want my service interrupted. My pleas fall upon deaf ears. So, I thought, "Oh wait, I'll just call him on my cell and have him call them now to cancel." Except...."I'm sorry, your call cannot be put through due to lack of service. Please contact us at blah blah blah if you'd like to set up service" I'M GOING TO KILL THE S.O.B.!!!! I leave Comcast. In tears.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">My next stop should have been as easy as my planned first stop. Again. Me. So not so much. I go to the local Department of Human Services (DHS) to just pick up the application. Except Ms. Nosy at the desk insists on asking who my worker is and then thinks that she'll want to see me (she won't) so she has to first call another worker and get their opinion on what I will have to do. After a few minutes of waiting when I shouldn't be, she tells me that my worker will want to see me and that I can't turn in the application beforehand (right, cuz trying to stream line the process would just be stupid) so I smile and nod and think "I'm mailing this Saturday after I fill it out tomorrow, bite me"</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">At this point I'm ready to just kill. I'm ticked off at the world. Okay, not the world, just Jackass but I'm willing to take it out on anyone. I run into Walmart, get Dad's junk food and decide I better take a quick look at school supplies while I have $23 to my name. I pick up 4 of the 5-subject notebooks for youngest son for school @ $2 a pop which didn't seem too bad. Time to head home. The entire drive home, I was fuming. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I call 2nd son and his phone is still working....I inform him of my now dead phone and he explains that Jackass called him and said he needs to decide if he wants to keep the phone and pay his bill or give up the phone. He didn't want to take any chances and was going to get his own service.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Hours later...Jackass gets home. Now, I'd managed to calm down at this point. Really, I did. I decided to offer up some of the things we have to make the transition a bit easier. I should note that he's been packing for 2 days and hasn't said anything while packing like "Can I have this or that?" Nothing. So, I have no idea what he's taking/leaving. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Would you like the bed? No.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Would you like the spare dresser? I'm taking it. (Oh.)</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Are you taking the couch? (Our couch, we're using Dad's) I'm taking it. (Oh.)</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Do you want the rocker? 1/2 second pause....No</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">He beings to walk away, turns around and yells: OH AND LEAVE MY F'IN ACCOUNTS ALONE!!!</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">Taken aback, I said, "Uh, what?"</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">YOU TRIED TO CHANGE MY PHONE AND CABLE ACCOUNTS. LEAVE THE "F" ALONE!!!!</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"Um, excuse me but I was told that you were canceling them from your name so we had to get them in our names, so that's what I did."</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I'M TAKING THE VONAGE ACCOUNT WITH ME AND I'M RETURNING THE CABLE BOXES BECAUSE I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR THEM"</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"You don't have to return the boxes, I've already been to Comcast today and they said all you had to do was call and cancel, you don't need to inconvenience me and take the boxes back."</span></span></h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: black; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK-FIuzxHkJvryKWzDHj6lZifETC7Y4JaVtyxWsFRm36FCZgqxzJ4fbfwOTz2UImSa_YqM6mIFrENYFgjfMcofTccK-BDbcyPfBCl-yYv8e9YwJxff-Kd1K92DoTkN_krAFfx8a3N4gc/s1600/bomb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiK-FIuzxHkJvryKWzDHj6lZifETC7Y4JaVtyxWsFRm36FCZgqxzJ4fbfwOTz2UImSa_YqM6mIFrENYFgjfMcofTccK-BDbcyPfBCl-yYv8e9YwJxff-Kd1K92DoTkN_krAFfx8a3N4gc/s320/bomb.jpg" /></a></span></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">An hour of yelling later....</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I offer the filing cabinet. No.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I offer the 2 nighstands. He thinks for 30 seconds...He'll take his.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">I ask if he's keeping the desk he built me that is being stored at his mothers. His response was that he was not moving it up here. So I said "Fine, keep it" Do you want one of the other 2 desks that we have? No.</span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span class="UIStory_Message">"Well, all I ask is that you leave the network the way it is." He says he's not because the router is a N system and I don't have a N system But he'll leave me an older unit. After giving him a 1 minute blank stare because I have no idea what he's talking about, I said "As long as its going to work, whatever. Is there anything else you want that we need to discuss?" And his answer is what smacked me across the face. "I'll take whatever I want" After a few deep breaths, I said "Could you please tell me what your taking so I don't go looking for it later?" No response. Unfortunately, I couldn't finish the conversation because I was cooking dinner. For him and my father. I was too upset to eat. Instead, I cleaned. </span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="color: black; font-size: small;">I'm debating on whether or not to be home tomorrow. Stay home and watch what he leaves with? Or leave the house and not be stressed out for the majority of the day but not knowing what I'll come home to (or not come home to as the case may be).</span></span></span></h3><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><br />
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</span></i></span></h3>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-79239335659863397642010-08-03T18:42:00.000-04:002010-08-03T18:42:46.727-04:00July StormI love thunder storms. I could just sit on a big porch with a hot cup of coffee and revel in its beauty. That is, if we had a porch. What we have is a deck that isn't covered, so instead I'm stuck sitting inside to watch. It's not quite the same, but still nice. So we had this really pretty thunder/lightning storm move through a couple of weeks ago. The only "bad" part about it was the strong wind gusts and the damage that occurred to trees. <br />
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Now, before I move onto the next picture. I just want to add that my 16 year old son ran past this tree branch in the pouring rain with thunder booming and lightning flashing and wind gusting and then up onto the deck and saw this:<br />
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He ran into the house and said ...I kid you not...<br />
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"Mom, did you put the table like that?"<br />
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So back on July 6th, nearly a month ago, a got this wonderful box of goodies from <a href="http://www.rightathome.com/">Right @ Home</a>. Right @ Home is a fabulous site by SC Johnson with tons of tips, coupons and recipes. I wasn't expecting this box, it just arrived. I was giddy when I opened the box and found all of these free goodies. I even took a pic so I could blog about it. So um, what happened? Yeah, I don't know...LOL<br />
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Included in my package:<br />
<ol><li>Box of Storage Bags</li>
<li>Box of Freezer Bags</li>
<li>Glad Candle</li>
<li>Pledge Wipes</li>
<li>Box of Dry Big Bags</li>
<li>Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaner</li>
<li>Box of 5 "Smart Snap" Bowls</li>
</ol> So if you haven't already, go sign up for <a href="http://www.rightathome.com/">Right @ Home</a> and check out their awesome Web site! <br />
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Disclaimer: This is not a review for the products listed or a paid endorsement. I simply love SC Johnson products so I signed up for the site awhile back and was fortunate enough to receive this package which I just *had* to share!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-60179215955561900852010-07-26T00:24:00.001-04:002010-07-26T00:29:07.737-04:00Why Did We Break Up? ... Asked 20 Years LaterAfter any relationship ends, both sides have questions. The "why's" and "what if's" run rampant. These questions are worse for the relationship breakee than the breaker. <br />
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What would you say to an ex that appeared on Facebook, MySpace or some other venue where you could respond without being face to face and he/she asked you "Why did we break up?"<br />
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Would you tell the truth? Would you make up some lame answer to get out of the dreaded question? Would you respond at all?<br />
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Well, that's exactly what happened to me. Here's our conversation from the other night...<br />
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Ex: (8:15)<br />
Um....... when you left me, you said you were pregnant, and I can't help but wonder as I have ever since....<br />
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Me: (8:26)<br />
wow...talk about going back <br />
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No, the pregnancy didn't survive.<br />
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Ex: (8:30)<br />
Oh, I have wondered all these years.....I never forgot.<br />
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Me: (8:36)<br />
I thought you knew...<br />
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Ex: (8:39) <br />
Since the evening I dropped you off where you wanted to be, I haven't heard from you, that's partly my fault too......<br />
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Me: (8:51)<br />
We were young and stupid and rushed into things.<br />
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Ex: (8:57)<br />
That may be true, we may have rushed out too??? but either way the past is behind, and the future ahead. I just wondered all this time that's all. It kinda drove me a little nuts a times.<br />
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Me: (9:05)<br />
Every ended relationship leaves unanswered questions.<br />
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Ex: (9:21)<br />
I'm still not even sure why it ended..... and now after years we run into each other again, makes me wonder some more...... I wasn't really in a hurry...<br />
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Me: (10:14)<br />
Why did our relationship end?<br />
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Well, that's not a question that is normally answered 20 odd years later. LOL <br />
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But the question is, do you really want to know? I don't know if my answer will hurt your feelings or not. Or if the not knowing is better or worse. That's something for you to decide. <br />
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It's easier for me to look back and know the reasons why, than it would have been if you had asked me then.<br />
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Ex: (10:35)<br />
True, it has been a while.<br />
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The past has hardened me in a way that my feelings are not hurt so easily anymore. The truth is not always easy to swallow, but it helps one to grow when one has honest answers. <br />
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I can't be angry anyone for being honest.<br />
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Me: (11:10)<br />
The truth of the matter, is that you were a rebound relationship. <br />
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I don't know how much you remember. But my husband had been shipped off to prison and I was left to raise my son. Our relationship started shortly after that. <br />
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Obviously that isn't the answer I would have given you 20 years ago. I probably would have made up some excuse, but in reality, I was young and had too much going on and just ran away rather than deal with it. If it hadn't been you, it would have been the next relationship I would have run from because it was a transition from my marriage.<br />
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Ex: (12:31) <br />
Well that makes sense, in a way.... I guess, I was helpful. I really did love you, and it hurt a lot more that you left in the first place with no explanation. <br />
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I enjoyed the evening we spent with your parents, that's the only time I played bridge, never really understood the game, but it was fun anyway. Also enjoyed going to church the one time we went. Lutheran church was a new experience for me. <br />
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Does it surprise you that I remember these things?<br />
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Me: (12:52)<br />
It wasn't Bridge, it was Euchre ;)<br />
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But yes, I am surprised as we weren't together that long.<br />
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Ex: (1:00)<br />
I would almost swear it was bridge, maybe it was both..... :~}<br />
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Me: (1:05) <br />
LOL Well I've never played Bridge a day in my life, so it must've been someone else :p<br />
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So, there it is. An anxiety ridden conversation.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-25904729289793048662010-07-15T21:17:00.000-04:002010-07-15T21:17:49.242-04:00Laundry<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdspi4ppf-loNE5O0r9mJIaselPOHJaj7c5UjJEyVl9bMyJThWZOp0rX1vPu180LGsMi8HxbakPYsQSD00FwniZmG5VxD7fWBbS3jOS7zDAca7wBMUqkRkK_w6e_-Vz8yjkjz3yeqeays/s1600/hamper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdspi4ppf-loNE5O0r9mJIaselPOHJaj7c5UjJEyVl9bMyJThWZOp0rX1vPu180LGsMi8HxbakPYsQSD00FwniZmG5VxD7fWBbS3jOS7zDAca7wBMUqkRkK_w6e_-Vz8yjkjz3yeqeays/s320/hamper.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> <b style="color: red;">This is a laundry hamper. It has but one use. To hold dirty laundry. </b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">I am fed up with being the only one that knows how to use it. Seriously.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">5 steps TO the laundry room. 3 steps to the laundry organizer. Not that any of them would understand the concept of separating whites and darks since they clearly don't how to use a laundry hamper. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Case in point:</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">These 3 pairs of socks belong to my father. As if he's going to wear them again. He's not. If he was, there wouldn't be 3 pair there.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">While you would expect the kitchen to be the last place in the house to typically have dirty laundry, the living room is not immune either.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">This shirt is actually atop another. Like my husband and his use of the kitchen chair, my father has deemed this his location to hold his dirty shirts.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Like our teenage son, my dear, sweet husband also leaves his dirty clothes on the floor. I would like to point out here that these clothes are 19 inches from the doorway. If you look at the picture of the hamper at the top, you'll notice that the hamper is just outside of a doorway. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">Now if you're going to wear clothing for about an hour or so, there's really no point in putting it in the dirty laundry, right? I mean, you could just fold it up and put it back in the drawer. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;">That was my husband's intention.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Except, when he went to bed last night, they ended up on the floor with the rest of the dirty laundry.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs7fRm-6dQMsojBVQnAp8PpOIWWlV0971LgDcF3Z8PTKeJg8jYzjuQwj5kSrTlrw1lkT4QxMe1HoctF9irrtQP6TBfh79-bjqbR1RaqbJv4IcgfMFg7CNa5dVKPsXeGfpYLjSutZeDS4/s1600/eric3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEs7fRm-6dQMsojBVQnAp8PpOIWWlV0971LgDcF3Z8PTKeJg8jYzjuQwj5kSrTlrw1lkT4QxMe1HoctF9irrtQP6TBfh79-bjqbR1RaqbJv4IcgfMFg7CNa5dVKPsXeGfpYLjSutZeDS4/s320/eric3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> My husband had a job interview last week. These are the clothes he wore. He was told he'd have a second interview. So he's planning on wearing these again. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The problem: We own 5 cats.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The bigger problem: I'm not moving them. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The biggest problem: He really needs a job. I really need him to get a job. Damn. I guess <i><span style="color: red;">I'll</span></i> move them to the hamper. Tomorrow. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-23174979836249589642010-07-12T16:59:00.001-04:002010-07-12T17:04:46.123-04:00Divorce Would Be Bad Because?<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ever have one of those days when a divorce/break up with your significant other just sounds like bliss? You'd have the bed all to yourself. You wouldn't have to clean up after him (as in picking up his dirty laundry that he throws on the ground only 2 feet away from the hamper). It'd be one less person to cook for, and you'd no longer have to address his likes/dislikes when cooking OR you can get your favorite toppings on pizza when you're too tired to cook. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then there's the "my side" of the bedroom and "his side" that would all be yours and CLEAN!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, and then there's the television dispute. I want to watch shows like Glee, Drop Dead Diva, Grey's Anatomy or The Biggest Loser. He wants to watch Dirty Jobs (okay, I'll watch that, but not a marathon of 10 in a row, okay?), Junkyard Wars or that stupid show with Chip Foose where they rebuild old cars that I can't think of the name of. Don't get me wrong, we do watch SOME of the same shows like Bones, Big Bang Theory and NCIS. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">None of this mattered before in my marriage. Then, my husband became unemployed. Not just for a couple of days or weeks, or even months, but for over a YEAR now. Politicians are going to cause my divorce if they don't do something about the economy. Soon!</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You see, we had a system. He would work, I would clean. He'd come home from work, we'd eat dinner together and he'd go watch tv in the living room. I would go to my room and watch my shows that I liked. Life was good. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then...unemployment. </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm left with someone home snacking ALL day dirtying more dishes. COOKING lunches and creating more dishes. I mean really, I never use that many dishes when I cook! Then to <strike>irritate me</strike> make matters worse, in his ultimate boredom state a couple of months ago, he decided to finally look into HAM radios. OMG!!! Are you freakin kidding me? MORE wires laying around the house! Oh, and scroll back up and look at the picture on his side. See that? ....</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">THAT stupid ass picture hanging up is not a picture at all, its his ham radio license. Because the FCC states that if you're on the air, you have to have your license in plain view. Right. Because the FCC has nothing better to do than drive out to the middle of nowhere in the country to make sure YOU have your license hanging up. Hey FCC...it's freakin hanging up now? Okay? Could someone PLEASE come and tell him its okay to put the damn thing in a drawer and stop messing up my decorating. As if he couldn't hang it up in the garage in HIS territory!!!! Grrrrrr....</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I love my husband. I love my husband. I love my husband.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But he better get a job. SOON!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-58039287360338818202010-04-11T22:53:00.001-04:002010-04-11T23:00:06.678-04:00Monday Menu Plan<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Okay, I'm getting back in the groove once again. It's been about 4 months since I've had my act together. New week, new menu plan. Let's get the show on the road.</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Sunday: Crockpot Tex Mex BBQ Chicken Over Rotini (Recipe Below)</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Monday: <a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Boilermaker-Tailgate-Chili/Detail.aspx">Boilermaker Tailgate Party Chili</a> and Cornbread</div><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tuesday: </span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Baked Cod and </span><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Mexican-Fire-Rice/Detail.aspx" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mexican Fire Rice</a><br />
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Wednesday: <a href="http://3boysandadog.com/2010/04/recipe-loaded-chicken-breasts/">Loaded Chicken Breasts </a> and Fried Dill Potatoes (Recipe Below)</div><br />
<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thursday: 4 Ingredient Meatloaf (Recipe Below), Mashed Potatoes and Corn<br />
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Friday: Lemon Pepper Pork Chops, Stuffing, Jellied Cranberry Sauce</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Saturday: Homestyle Pot Roast (Recipe Below)<br />
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<div style="color: blue;"><b>Tex Mex BBQ Chicken Over Rotini</b></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Serves 6 </span><br />
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16 oz. skinned and boned uncooked chicken breast, cut into bite sizes<br />
1 (10 3/4 oz) can Tomato Soup<br />
1 cup chopped onion<br />
1/2 cup chopped green bell pepper<br />
3/4 cup frozen corn, thawed<br />
2 teaspoons chili seasonings<br />
1 teaspoon dried parsley flakes<br />
3 cups cooked rotini pasta, rinsed and drained<br />
Sour cream<br />
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Shredded cheddar cheese<br />
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Spray a slow cooker container with butter flavored cooking spray. In prepared container, combine chicken pieces and tomato soup. Stir in onion and green pepper. Add corn, chili seasoning, and parsley flakes. Mix well to combine. Cover and cook on low for 6-8 hours. Mix well before serving. When serving, place 1/2 cup rotini pasta on a plate, spoon about 2/3 cup chicken mixture over pasta, and top with 1 tablespoon sour cream.<b><br />
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<b style="color: blue;">Fried Dill Potatoes</b><br />
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4 medium-large sized Russett potatoes<br />
2 tablespoons olive oil <br />
1 teaspoon dried dill<br />
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Peel and slice potatoes. Add oil to skillet. Put on medium heat and heat oil. Add potatoes and mix to lightly coat potatoes with oil, sprinkle dill onto potatoes. Fry potatoes for about 10 minutes.<br />
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<b style="color: blue;">4 Ingredient Meatloaf</b><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Serves 6</span><br />
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2 pounds hamburger<br />
1/2 cup Open Pit BBQ Sauce (or ketchup if in a pinch)<br />
1/2 cup Italian Seasoned Bread Crumbs (you can also substitute with Quaker Oats)<br />
1 Egg<br />
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease 9 x 9 pan. Mix all ingredients in bowl. Transfer to greased pan. Bake for 45-50 minutes. <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-6219216846076553532010-01-02T14:23:00.000-05:002010-01-02T14:23:03.439-05:00Finally a New Layout!!!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's taken much longer than I wanted to find a layout. Okay, not<i> just</i> a layout, but a new header image as well. As a result, I found myself procrastinating blogging. I know it's hard to believe (yeah, right), but when my plate is overfull with to-do's, I'm a HUGE procrastinator. Of course, this just causes my list to become longer, and then I procrastinate more and then...well, I think you get the picture. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm not allowing my New Year's goals (resolutions, whatever) to start until Monday. Because really, its the start of the week, so that's when new things should begin. You'd think people would have caught on to this concept by now and just have the New Year begin after 52 weeks on the next Monday, but nooooo....they have to start it in the middle of the week, or on a weekend. And let's face it, nobody wants to start exercising or quitting smoking or dieting or whatever unless its a Monday. So, January 4th will begin my new year, and my laundry list of things I would like to accomplish. I'll post a blog within the next couple of days of the most important goals I have, but I know I have to do coupon clipping this weekend (goal), and my menu plan (goal), and I think I have a Monday Mingle due....I have done one in a month, so I really need to get on that if its due Monday. <br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, Monday.....I'll wish everyone a Happy New Year!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-9284478157574356872009-12-27T21:02:00.000-05:002009-12-27T21:02:12.663-05:002009 Goals Revisited<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In preparation of my 2010 goals, I decided to take a look at my 2009 goals I had planned. I was actually doing pretty well until June/July when Dad was diagnosed with cancer and my goals got put on the back burner as I had to take care of him. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Daily</b><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Exercise 30 minutes a day <span style="color: red;">(I was doing this religiously from March til June, even got to walking 4 miles a day, now, not so much)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Drink 8 glasses of water a day <span style="color: red;">(See notation on exercise, same deal)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Track calories <span style="color: red;">(This one I even did during the summer, but once school and Dad's radiation began, this went out the window)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Log into SparkPeople daily <span style="color: red;">(Still doing this!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Be realistic about weight loss and not give up<span style="color: red;"> (I'm more realistic about this now than last year, haven't given up, but eating that x-large peanut butter/chocolate tree I just ate isn't helping)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spend a minimum of one hour per day on homework <span style="color: red;">(Pretty much did this, but let's face it, there are days when no homework can be done and other days I put in 12 hours)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete morning routine by Noon <span style="color: red;">(Waking up at 11 am puts a hamper on this goal)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete afternoon routine by 5pm <span style="color: red;">(I'm usually "waking up enough to move" by 1pm, get started on morning goals, and afternoon, never finish all of them, but I do try to do at least some of it)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete evening routine by 9pm <span style="color: red;">(AHAHAAHA...as if. Let's face it, after dinner I barely want to get anything done. Dinner at 7:30 means finishing close to 8 and then prime time tv starts, so who has time to clean the kitchen and do other things?)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete PDC's daily <span style="color: red;">(Really hard to do these, when they're not sent out anymore LOL But I do occasionally try to do the Monday Weekly Blessing Hour and Tuesday 2 Minutes)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete Kelly's mission <span style="color: red;">(I don't think I've even looked at these since January)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spend a minimum of 15 min per day on pccx when in effect<span style="color: red;"> (I've had an excuse for every pccx that came about this year as to why I didn't finish it, maybe January will be different and I can try this again)<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Write blog daily - limited to 30 min a day <span style="color: red;">(I've had different blogs, I think I'll stick with Most Stressed Woman, because let's face, the title fits)</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Weekly</b><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Go to the library to do homework if necessary <span style="color: red;">(This didn't work as Dad was so sick that I couldn't leave the house, but I did move the desk in Jordan's room, so I can go there when need be, so let's consider this one done)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Menu Plan weekly <span style="color: red;">(I've done this on/off. But I really am trying, already have this week's done!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Grocery Shopping weekly WITH a list <span style="color: red;">(NEVER go shopping without a list anymore! Checked DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Help Dad with gardening <span style="color: red;">(Helped, and did more than I wanted once he got sick as he didn't have the strength so I got stuck doing more than my share. DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Spend quality alone time with DH at least 2x month <span style="color: red;">(Didn't necessarily accomplish every month, but we have been going to breakfast on Sundays about 1-2x a month since Dad started getting better)</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Annual</b><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Reach goal weight of 125 by December (at 170 now) <span style="color: red;">(Went up, then down but not to goal, and now climbing back up again. Sighhhhh)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pay down credit cards to 0 by end of year <span style="color: red;">(ROFL! Yeah right!!) </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>One Time</b><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Update SparkPeople site <span style="color: red;">(DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Attain a minimum of 3.5 in each class<span style="color: red;"> (I got a 3.0 in 2 classes and 2.0 in 2 classes, but with everything happening with Dad, I'm okay with it)<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Rewrite routines <span style="color: red;">(DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hold 1 garage sale and donate anything left over <span style="color: red;">(DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Start growing herbs <span style="color: red;">(DONE! But would like to grow more)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Start scrapbooking Kris' letters from basic training <span style="color: red;">(Started, but didn't finish, but goal was only to start, so DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Organize genealogy records<span style="color: red;"> (I started to do this, I even created an all new file so I knew all of the information I had was 100% accurate, but I have a lot of files...)<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Input genealogy records into program <span style="color: red;">(DONE! Okay, not done, started LOL)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Organize bills <span style="color: red;">(DONE! At least in January, have to reorganize again)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Create a budget <span style="color: red;">(DONE! At least in January, and then husband was laid off in May, have to create a new budget)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Complete taxes by Feb. 15 <span style="color: red;">(DONE! Not only with my taxes, but everybody else I do taxes for too!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Start savings account <span style="color: red;">(Uh nope....but I hope to open a new account at a different bank soon, so I'll get right on this)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Get physicals completed for all <span style="color: red;">(DONE!)</span><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Get dental work completed for all <span style="color: red;">(Got my son's done, our dental insurance got canceled)</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Okay, so I didn't get everything done. Heck, I barely got 25% done probably. But, I have a REALLY good excuse: I became a caretaker. So, hopefully 2010 will be my year to get more done...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-73658629336410398972009-12-27T16:05:00.002-05:002009-12-28T00:08:31.969-05:00Menu Plan Monday<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
Okay, I'm getting back in the groove once again. I'm preparing my 2010 goals this week and having my menus all set will certainly help keep me focused. <br />
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Sunday: <a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=326289">Parmesan Baked Cod, Rice and Peas</a><br />
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Monday: <a href="http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1939,147169-238200,00.html">Turkey Noodle Soup </a>(A great way to get rid of the leftovers!) <br />
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Wednesday: <a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=484024">Crockpot Chicken Fajitas</a><br />
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<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thursday: Not cooking - won't be home. I'm going to partyyyyyy the new year in!<br />
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Friday: Tuna Melt Burgers and Chips (Recipe for Tuna Burgers below)<br />
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Saturday: <a href="http://recipes.sparkpeople.com/recipe-detail.asp?recipe=15579">15 Bean Soup with Ham</a><br />
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How to make the best tuna burgers EVER:<br />
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1 10 oz. can Tuna in water, drained<br />
1/4 cup fat free Mayo<br />
1/2 tsp. Garlic Powder<br />
1 tsp. Italian Seasoning<br />
2 T. Pickle Relish<br />
Ground Black Pepper to taste<br />
1 cup Mozzarella Cheese<br />
8 Hamburger Buns<br />
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Drain and rinse tuna. Combine all ingredients (except buns) in a small bowl and mix well. Spoon mixture into buns. Sprinkle 1/8 cup of Mozzarella cheese over mixture, place top bun back. Place sandwiches into 9 x 13 baking dish and cover with aluminum foil. Bake at 350 degrees for about 15-20 minutes until cheese is melted. <br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Happy Holidays!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-49473113022790076072009-12-07T08:31:00.000-05:002009-12-07T08:31:26.619-05:00Monday Menu Plan<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Okay, I'm getting back in the groove this week. I have a LOT of homework to do and having my meals will help me keep the wheels in motion.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Monday: <a href="http://www.recipezaar.com/Crock-Pot-Baked-Potato-Soup-46085">Crockpot Baked Potato Soup</a><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wednesday: <a href="http://www.eatbetteramerica.com/recipes/healthified/healthified-mexican-pasta-skillet.aspx">Mexican Pasta Skillet</a><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Friday: <a href="http://www.angelfoodministries.com/theservant/2009-03%20Servant.pdf">Sweet Apples and Italian Sausage</a><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: blue;">Shaw, Chapter 6, pages 201-222 </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;"> Shaw, Chapter 7, pages 239-265 </span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;"> Shaw, Chapter 9, pages 315-330 and 335-339 </span></b><br />
<b><span style="color: blue;">Kathleen Reardon, "The Memo Every Woman Keeps in Her Desk," (page 35-40).</span></b><o:p></o:p></span> <br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;">Shaw, Chapter 8, pages 277-304 (5th edition pages 267-290).<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-size: small;">David Myers, "How Nice People Get Corrupted," located in the McGraw-Hill supplemental reading materials (page 61)<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-75839937059263289922009-12-02T03:58:00.000-05:002009-12-02T03:58:46.715-05:00Time, Television and Templates! OH MY!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My family and I moved in with my father last year. When we moved in, he made a point of stating that he rarely watches television so we could watch whatever we wanted. Over the course of 6 months, all of that changed. I've tried to accommodate him by recording all of my shows and waiting until the middle of the night to watch my shows. Midnight to 5 a.m. is MY time. I can do homework in peace and quiet (do you know how hard it is to learn how to write a stoichiometric formula while listening to WWII documentaries or old westerns?). I can also watch my favorite shows without commentaries about how crappy the shows are in his opinion (I don't like that dance, he's a horrible singer, etc.). But lately, he's been staying awake later and later. Tonight, he stayed up until 3 a.m. I wanted to turn to him and scream GO TO BED ALREADY!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I watched the Biggest Loser tonight. I'm usually quite psyched about the contestants at this point and have a favorite that I pray will win. While I look forward to seeing the results of everybody next week in the finale, I'm not invested in anybody in the final four. I had three favorites in the beginning that I wanted to see go all the way: Daniel, Shay and Abby. Unfortunately, Daniel and Shay went home the same night and dashed my hopes of having a favorite win. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you know of a good Web site or template, PLEASE let me know. I think I prefer a 3 column at this point, but let me see what you got!<br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-18474198880522699842009-12-01T04:25:00.002-05:002009-12-01T04:25:48.847-05:00How I Met Your Step-Father<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Future Ted</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">: Kids, I'm going to tell you an incredible story, the story of how I met your mother.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt 0.5in;"><b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">Future Ted</span></b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt;">: Yes. Twenty-five years ago, before I was Dad, I had this whole other life...<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wait….this isn’t How I Met Your Mother….this is <i>How I Met Your Step-Father</i>. So, have a seat kids, and I’ll tell you the story on how I met your step-father Eric:</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Back in March of 1989, I was 19. I was married but planning on getting a divorce since my husband was in prison (okay, that’s <i>another </i>story!). Anyways, I ran into Mark at a local convenience store. I had known Mark since I was 13. He was my 1<sup>st</sup> love and we had dated on and off for 2 years (You know how teens are when it comes to relationships). So we exchanged phone numbers to keep in contact and we began dating again immediately. About a month into our new found relationship, I met Eric. Eric was best friends with Mark. Now, I will admit I thought he was cute. But I was in a relationship with Mark, so I didn’t have eyes for anyone else. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Mark was the really jealous type. I mean, <b><i>really</i></b> jealous. If another guy was within 500 feet of me, he was accusing me of having an affair. This meant that any time one of his friends was around; I disappeared into the background to avoid any potential fights (Of course, later on, I found out the reason he was always accusing me of having affairs was because he was doing it). Needless to say, I didn’t really get to know Eric all that well. While he was best friends with Mark, he was a mere acquaintance to me. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Mark and I had a tumultuous relationship for 4 years, but ended up getting married in June 1993. A month after our wedding, he lost his job. He began to fill his days by drinking them away. It didn’t take long for us to lose contact with all of our friends. He was either at the bar or at home drinking and I was working or tending to the kids. Almost three years later on February 22, 1996, I’d had it. While he was at the bar, I packed up the kids (we had 2, and I had one from my previous marriage), quit my job and left without looking back. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I moved in with my mother and managed to get 2 part-time jobs (this was when jobs were actually available). I worked mornings while the two older boys were at school and midnights while they were sleeping. One night while working my waitressing job, I walked up to one of my tables, did a quick head count and offered drinks. A familiar voice said, “Fine, don’t say hi.” I looked up to see Eric sitting at the table. I dropped the pad of invoices to the ground as my jaw dropped because I hadn’t seen him since my wedding day. He informed me he was married and proceeded to ask me how Mark was and I began rambling about how I had left him (that’s when his jaw dropped LOL). I didn’t go into full details because he was with a group of friends, so he asked for my phone number so he could get the full story the next day. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, as you can see, the first time we met was not the beginning of our relationship. The second time we met began the journey of our relationship, but honestly, I was not looking for another man in my life and he was married, so neither of us looked at each other in that way. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">AW C'MON, MY STORY DIDN'T TAKE </span><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>THAT</i></b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> LONG! </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">He did call. We spent a lot of time together becoming friends over the next 6 weeks. He left his wife 3 days before his 1 year anniversary. He stayed at a hotel for one night. He moved in with me. My ex-husband stalked us for 3 months. His ex-wife stalked us for 6 months. We married 4 years later. We celebrate our 10 year anniversary in September of 2010. </span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-13786159407412546202009-11-30T18:25:00.000-05:002009-11-30T18:25:08.333-05:00Monday Mingle 11/30/09<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/search/label/Monday%20Mingle"><img src="http://i382.photobucket.com/albums/oo266/mtejen_bucket/mondayminglebrownnew-1-1-1.jpg" /></a><br />
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Time for another Monday Mingle (Our hostess is <a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/">Eighty MPH Mom</a>, I remembered to mention Jennifer, didn't say who I was ROFL) <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you'd like to join in on the fun, you can begin with this week's questions, or be more fully prepared with next week's questions:<br />
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3. How many speeding tickets have you gotten in your life? <br />
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4. Do you go fishing? Do you like to fish?<br />
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5. What reality tv shows do you watch?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Time for another Monday Mingle (Our hostess is <a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/">Eighty MPH Mom</a>, I keep forgetting to mention that in the videos...next week, I promise!) I'm so excited I've made it again! I'm even starting to think that vlogging is much easier than blogging LOL<br />
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So, I didn't mention it in the vlog, but the answers I recorded from my husband were taped without his knowledge LOL <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><b>Here are this week's questions:</b></i><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We're mixing it up a bit this week - ALL ABOUT MARRIAGE/RELATIONSHIPS:<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Speedy Cop would love to see the husband/partner's answers too - either via vlog or through you!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Men: When your spouse asks you "how does this outfit make me look" - how do you respond?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ladies: Do you really want him to answer honestly?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Both: What is one thing you should always do to keep your spouse/partner happy? What do you do/say to avoid friction in your relationship?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. Both: What were the first thoughts about your spouse/partner that came to mind when you first met him/her?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. Both: What is your favorite physical feature of your spouse/partner?<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. Both: What are the key ingredients to a successful marriage/relationship?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">6. Are you ready for more Speedy Cop movie quotes?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you'd like to join in on the fun, you can begin with this week's questions, or be more fully prepared with next week's questions:<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The next three are excellent questions - they were submitted by LAUREN from <a href="http://theatricalmisadventures.blogspot.com/">Mid-Adventures in Theatre</a>:<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. Someone tells you that you have the whole day off and gives you $1,000 to do as you please. What do you do?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. Who would play you in a Lifetime movie about yourself?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. We're in the technology age. What is your favorite technological innovation? What one do you think is just useless?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. What is your favorite funny childhood memory?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. What is/was your favorite Kool-Aid/Jello flavor? One you hated?<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Monday: </b><a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/1-Dish-Chicken-Parmesan/Detail.aspx">Chicken Parmesan</a><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I never made this a few weeks ago, time to try again! <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Tuesday:</b><a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/chicken-chili-over-corn-muffins/e21be239-08be-43e6-9ec0-3db8b7d97b36?WT.dcsvid=NDgyMTczMzUyNwS2&rvrin=B8F93CFE-7106-DD11-ABA7-00110A5B41E6&WT.mc_id=Newsletter_DME_11_1_2009"> </a><a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/feta-topped-chicken/1d210cef-14de-4c7d-83fa-15a159405195?WT.dcsvid=NDgyMTczMzUyNwS2&rvrin=B8F93CFE-7106-DD11-ABA7-00110A5B41E6&WT.mc_id=Newsletter_DME_11_22_2009">Feta Topped Chicken and Mashed Potatoes</a><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You'll notice I cheat and use a lot of Betty Crocker recipes. They're usually quick to make!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Wednesday:</b><a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/slow-cooker-barbecued-beans-and-polish-sausage/531e0eec-69af-454c-b585-cc96d1562583?WT.dcsvid=NDgyMTczMzUyNwS2&rvrin=B8F93CFE-7106-DD11-ABA7-00110A5B41E6&WT.mc_id=Newsletter_DME_11_1_2009"> </a><a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/italian-pork-chops/ca7fc5c9-28bb-46b0-82b4-fc14e67e145d?WT.dcsvid=NDgyMTczMzUyNwS2&rvrin=B8F93CFE-7106-DD11-ABA7-00110A5B41E6&WT.mc_id=Newsletter_DME_11_22_2009">Italian Pork Chops and Scalloped Potatoes</a><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Thursday:</b> Thanksgiving at the In-Laws<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Expect a post of complaints on Friday<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Friday:</b> Spaghetti<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Saturday:</b> <a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes.aspx/chicken-chili-over-corn-muffins/e21be239-08be-43e6-9ec0-3db8b7d97b36?WT.dcsvid=NDgyMTczMzUyNwS2&rvrin=B8F93CFE-7106-DD11-ABA7-00110A5B41E6&WT.mc_id=Newsletter_DME_11_1_2009">Chicken Chili over Corn Muffins</a><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">(This was a real hit a few weeks ago!)</span><br />
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<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjMUfIKktWU&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NjMUfIKktWU&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-75865427078401293242009-11-17T21:08:00.000-05:002009-11-17T21:08:14.028-05:00I Need a Chauffeur<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Today was the day Dad and I had to drive down to see his oral surgeon (Dad was diagnosed with Stage 2 Cancer of the Tongue in June). I hate these appointments. The doctor knows full well that its a 2 & 1/2 hour drive for us and yet insists on 8 a.m. appointments. We have to leave at 5:30 for these appointments. Last time, due to a large number of construction areas, we didn't get to the appointment until 8 a.m. Then we had to wait 20 minutes for the doctor's receptionist to show up to lead us to the 2nd waiting room. So, since we actually made it to the appointment ON TIME, Dad insisted we leave 15 minutes earlier today. WHY? Right? WHY would we have to leave earlier to make it to an appointment that we have to wait for anyways? There's no talking to the man. He must arrive 10-15 minutes before an appointment, that way if he's not called within 5 minutes of said appointment, he has a reason to start complaining (to me, nobody else). <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As you may or may not know, I didn't sleep Saturday night. I then crashed early Sunday night and slept 14 hours. There was NO way I was going to bed at 9 p.m. to get 7 hours of sleep. So, how much sleep did I get before having to make that long drive? <i>A whole 2 & 1/2 hours.</i><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I have a question for anyone that has a drivers license:<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Suppose you're driving down a road with no streetlights in the middle of the night. If an oncoming car begins to flash its headlights (normal and bright lights) at you, would you think:<br />
</div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li>This person can see how hot I look in my car and is flirting with me</li>
<li>This person is having serious problems with their car, I'm glad I don't have that problem.</li>
<li>This person is letting me know I have my bright lights on and its blinding them, so I should turn them off until they pass me.</li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you chose number one, you should learn the song <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7B7bVD_DkM4">"You're So Vain"</a> by Carly Simon. <br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you chose number two, you need to learn some driving etiquette.<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you chose number three, you are correct, and obviously not one of the three people I passed this morning. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now, I understand that some cars have headlights that are super bright, this was not the case with any of the cars I passed today. This did not help my mood at ALL! <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We got to the appointment 15 minutes early (shocker right?) <i>Then</i>, the receptionist was late AGAIN and didn't take us back to see the doctor until 8:20 <i><b>again!</b></i> Needless to say, we didn't get out of the doctor's office until 9:30 and I was fuming. Another 2.5 hour drive was not what I wanted or needed, but what option did I have? <br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In the last 3 months, I've put over 5,000 miles on my car taking Dad to appointments. I'm just tired of being a chauffeur. I need to win the lottery, just so I can hire somebody else to drive. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">WOW! 2 Brad Pitt references in 2 days. That <i>never</i> happens! Maybe its the lack of sleep??? Maybe my mind will be Brad free tomorrow....<br />
</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-63233876767396705402009-11-16T23:51:00.006-05:002009-11-17T22:52:36.639-05:00Monday Mingle<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/search/label/Monday%20Mingle"><img src="http://i382.photobucket.com/albums/oo266/mtejen_bucket/mondayminglebrownnew-1-1-1.jpg" /></a><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Today is my first attempt at the Monday Mingle. Teresa from <a href="http://gossipatthefence.blogspot.com/">Gossip at the Fence</a> invited me to join a few weeks ago, but I'm just getting around to it. Our lovely hostess is Jennifer at <a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/">Eighty MPH Mom</a> and I've been having fun watching everybody's videos. Most are 5-10 minutes, so you can watch a few and kill some time and laugh with us!</span><br />
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</div><b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This week's questions (courtesy of Mat and Erin from <a href="http://www.sliceoheaven.us/">Mrs. Cox's Slice O' Heaven</a>):</b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">1. Have you ever gone streaking or skinny dipping? - from Mat (Erin's hubby LOL - <a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/">Eighty MPH Mom</a> added the skinny dipping part)</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">2. If could invite any 5 people to dinner who would it be? </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. Would you rather ... have x-ray vision or bionic hearing? </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">4. When you tap your fingers... do you tap index finger to pinky finger? Vice versa? Or can you do both equally well? </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">5. Would you rather ... stand 4'1 or 7'9"?</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">6. What is your favorite Thanksgiving dish? </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">After thinking about it, another alternative to the 5 people for dinner would be: </span><br />
</div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: small;">Jon Stewart (from the Daily Show)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Glen Beck</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">George W. Bush</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Anderson Cooper</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Kathy Griffin</span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The conversation would certainly be lively, and G.W. would probably start drinking again LOL </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">If you'd like to join in on the vlogging fun, here are next week's questions:</span></b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We're mixing it up a bit this week - ALL ABOUT MARRIAGE/RELATIONSHIPS:<br />
Speedy Cop would love to see the husband/partner's answers too - either via vlog or through you!<br />
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1. Men: When your spouse asks you "how does this outfit make me look" - how do you respond?<br />
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Ladies: Do you really want him to answer honestly?<br />
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2. Both: What is one thing you should always do to keep your spouse/partner happy? What do you do/say to avoid friction in your relationship?<br />
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3. Both: What were the first thoughts about your spouse/partner that came to mind when you first met him/her?<br />
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4. Both: What is your favorite physical feature of your spouse/partner?<br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. Both: What are the key ingredients to a successful marriage/relationship?</span><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">6. Are you ready for more Speedy Cop movie quotes?</span></span><br />
</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-80114011726706414752009-11-16T11:51:00.000-05:002009-11-16T11:51:02.575-05:00Freaking Out!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Even with no sleep, yesterday was semi-productive. I completed my shopping at Walgreens, purchased some stocking stuffers at Dollar Tree, purchased 1 gift at Kmart and discovered the deal of the year at Kmart: coupons doubled up to $2. I also clipped coupons (okay, some...not all) and learned how to operate my webcam so I can begin vlogging. While the day seems productive, I didn't get a hundred other things done, thus, semi-productive.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because I got no sleep yesterday, I ended up sleeping almost 14 hours and not waking up til after 10 today. I have so much to do, I don't even know where to begin! Basically, I haven't worked on my chemistry homework since last Wednesday. This puts me majorly behind and I have to take a test this week for that class. I'm caught up on ethics homework, but the question is whether to fall a little behind and just concentrate on chemistry or do a little of that as well to stay current. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have at least 3 loads of laundry to do today. That's just so the basics are clean. Fortunately, Dad was kind enough to do dishes last night while I was sleeping and put them away this morning, so that's one thing off my list. What else? OH! I want to try vlogging the Monday Mingle's with <a href="http://www.eightymphmom.com/">eightymphmom</a> which means creating a vlog of less than 10 minutes which will probably take me at least 2 hours to do. At LEAST!!! What else? *tapping fingers* I know there is more....<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">OH YEAH! Vistaprint is offering a <a href="http://www.vistaprint.com/holiday28">a free 2010 calendar</a>, so I'm hoping to do that, but first I want to use the photo collage software I found over the weekend (see yesterday's post), which means I have to go through more photos, because I'd ideally like to have 25 photos for the calendar, and I think I have 11 set aside right now. This also means scanning. This project will take at least 3 hours I'd imagine.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then there's that Kmart deal. I know it doesn't expire today. BUT, I can get the Hormel Compleats FREE with the $1 coupons I have, and I'm sure there is even more deals to be found, so I really want to go through my coupons and head to Kmart. I suppose this could wait til tomorrow or Wednesday, but I want free stuff NOW!!!<br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh right, and then basic housecleaning on top of all of that. Guess I should get going, huh? Will try to get my Monday Mingle in today!!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129734253334904734.post-32659044681368926182009-11-15T10:48:00.000-05:002009-11-15T10:48:21.600-05:00Walgreens Specials<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had FUN at Walgreens today as I skipped up and down their aisles taking advantage of their specials this week. Normally I'm limited to a couple of items, today I looked like a woman that won a shopping spree, complete with the over flowing cart by the time I reached the checkout. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I bought so much, I couldn't fit it all into one photo! LOL Here's the skinny:<br />
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</div><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li>4 boxes Kellogg's Cereal (On sale for $1.99 ea. - (4) $1 coupons = $3.98 aka $.99 each)</li>
<li>2 Club crackers/1 Cheez It/1 Austin Cracker (On sale $.50 ea = $2.00)</li>
<li>2 bottles Welch's Sparkling Grape Juice (On sale 2/$5 -(2) $2 coupons = $1.00 aka $.50 each)</li>
<li>3 boxes Kraft Mac N Cheese (On sale $.59 = $1.87)</li>
<li>3 bags Chex Mix (On Sale 2/$3 - 2 ($.50) coupons = $3.50 aka $1.18 each)</li>
<li>2 cans Ham (On sale $1.99 ea = $3.98)</li>
<li>6 Christmas Nestle Crunch (On sale $.39 ea = $2.36)</li>
<li>3 Bounty Paper Towels (On sale 3/$5 - (3) $.25 coupons = $4.25 aka $1.08 each)</li>
<li>3 pack Scotch tape (One sale $1.99 - $.50 = $1.49)</li>
<li>Gillette Body Wash & Deodorant (On sale $4.99 each - B1G1 coupon = $4.99 aka $2.50 each)</li>
<li>Ricola Cough Drops (On sale $1 - $1 RR = Free)</li>
<li>Blistex (On sale $.99 - $.25 coupon = $.74)</li>
<li>2 gallons Milk *Not pictured* (On sale $1.89 each = $3.78)</li>
<li>3 boxes Puffs (On sale $.89 each - $1 coupon = $1.67 aka $.55 each)</li>
<li>1 pkg paper plates (On sale $.89)</li>
<li> 4 boxes Betty Crocker Au Gratin Potatoes (On sale $.99 ea - $.50 - (2) $.40 - $.35 = $2.31 aka $.58 each)</li>
<li>3 cans Olives (On sale $.99 each = $2.97)</li>
<li>3 cans Green Giant Corn (On sale $.69 each = $2.07)</li>
<li>4 cans Campbell's Gravy (On sale 2/$1 - $.25 coupon = $1.75 aka $.44 each)</li>
<li>4 cans Campbells' Cream of Chicken soup (On sale $.79 each - $.25 coupon = $2.95 aka $.74 each)</li>
<li>3 cans Ocean Spray Jellied Cranberry (On sale $.79 each = $2.37)<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wag Coupon Savings: $29.65<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Wag Advertised Savings: $23.99<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mfg Coupon Savings: $17.94<br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Total Savings: $71.58</b><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>WOW!</b> It's going to take everything I have to muster up the right words about how fabulous this program is for everybody!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">How about: Fantastic! First-Rate!! Perfection!!!<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In all seriousness, this is, by far, <i><b>the best photo program</b></i> I've seen out there. In just minutes you can have works of art that look like they took you hours to put together or cost you a fortune.<br />
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In my attempt to find just the right photos for a 2010 calendar I was going to order (a gift for my in-laws, shhhhh...), I asked my husband if I should use older photos of our boys, or more current photos. My husband came up with the bright idea of having multiple photos on one page. As if I hadn't already thought of that, I explained to him in my most condescending voice, that photo programs that will do that simply cost too much money and we can't afford it (who can these days, right?) <br />
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Out of complete boredom, I decided to do a search anyways, knowing I was right and wanting to show my husband just how wrong he was thinking I could get what I wanted for a low price. <br />
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I found this gem after multiple downloads of different programs. The others didn't even come close in options to this and cost a pretty penny (just as I suspected)! I almost didn't download this one, because with the low cost, I didn't think it could even come close to what I wanted. Boy, was I wrong! Not only does this do what I want, it blew me away!! Not only does this program create collages, it can even create the calendar for me! (Note: You must get the Pro program for the multiple page calendar, see below for pricing information).<br />
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If you're like me, you despise wasting your time reading the "Read Me" file to learn how to use a program. Instead, you fumble around for hours, okay sometimes days, until you're able to get the program to work out the way you want it to. Not this program. After the install, a short video tutorial is available which shows you exactly how to use the program. When I say short, I'm talking a whole minute. Imagine the time saved!<br />
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Fully equipped with knowledge on how to use the program, I opened it up. I wasn't really prepared at all of the options available. Not only can you use assorted templates of picture layouts, but a multitude of background images are available as well. Seriously, you could probably make 1000 different collages in an hour. I'm not kidding. The wizard makes it that easy. I'd still be on there making collages now, but I just had to share this review asap!! So far, I haven't found ANY problems with this program. If I do, I'll edit the post with an update. <br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Have you been debating which photo to use for your Holiday photo cards? Get this program and collage the photos instead! Not only will this allow you to save money by creating your own holiday gifts, its <i>a perfect gift</i> for anybody! Moms will love how much time they save. Kids will love creating. Dads will even love this one!!!<br />
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Here's what the maker says:<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Picture Collage Maker</b>, a simple-to-use Windows program that turns ordinary photos and pictures into stunning keepsakes to share with family and friends. With just a few clicks, you can create collages, scrapbooks, posters, invitations, calendars, and greeting cards. Unlike photography software that takes days to master, Picture Collage Maker lets both seasoned collagers and new hobbyists become productive in minutes.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Choose from hundreds of templates; add clipart, frames, text to enhance your collage even more; save as a jpg image to use on your Web site or email to friends and family. Don't worry about not being the creative type, this program even has a Wizard that will do all the work for you. And, you have options depending on your budget: <br />
</div><ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li>Picture Collage Maker: 80 templates; Single page project. <br />
Cost: $29.90 Personal or $59.90 Commercial license.</li>
<li>Picture Collage Maker Pro: 130 templates; Multiple page project. <br />
Cost: $39.90 Personal or $69.90 Commercial license.</li>
</ul><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Did I mention the FREE 15 day trial? Check out </span><a href="http://www.picturecollagemaker.com/" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Picture Collage Maker</a><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">, you have nothing to lose and everything to gain. </span><br />
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