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Friday, December 08, 2006

Happy Friday Everyone!!

I have to tell you about my friend here at work. Yesterday she came into work to find a Christmas card on her desk....hmmmm she thought, who could this be from. She opened the card and saw a ten dollar bill on the top of some other money, she slowly began fanning the money out and looking at it, all she saw was a bunch of twenties and a hundred dollar bill. She quickly stuffed all the money back into the envelope (without counting it) and sat down in her chair. She called me and asked me what I had done, I told her I did not know what she was talking about, I am not a good liar (at all). Finally she came back to my office with the envelope and sat down and cried. She counted the money and finally saw the gift card. She said "Karin, there is $ 250.00 dollars here in cash, I wonder how much this gift card is worth?" She turned the card around to see that the card was for $ 250.00 also. She just about peed her pants. She is so excited. She said that she can finally go and get some groceries and not worry about spending money that should go to her electric bill or her phone bill. I wish you all could have seen her face. What a wonderful feeling it is to know that I was a part of something so wonderful, something that will help her out with no only Christmas but also with some bills and food and as she stated yesterday "Finally, I can buy a new bra and not worry. I have needed one for almost a year and I have just not had the money to spend". Bless her heart.

Now, I got this meme so I am going to have to tag someone. I just want to tag everyone so if you are reading this, please just do it.

Participate with me on this. I only sent this to folks whose answersare bound to be clever! This is what you are supposed to do, and trynot to be LAME and spoil the fun! Just give in and do it.Copy, not forward, this entire e-mail and paste it into new email. Changeall the answers so they apply to you; then send this to a whole bunch ofpeople you know *including* the person who sent it to you.Put your name in the subject. The theory is that you will learn a lot oflittle known facts about your friends. It is a fun and easy 50 questions toanswer.

1. MIDDLE NAME? JoAnne

2. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I don’t know, I think I was named after one of my mom’s friends, that is where JoAnne comes from…..at least I think so. Mom, if I am wrong, let me know.

3. WHEN DID YOU LAST CRY? Sunday

4. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Yes

5. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? Ham

6. KIDS? Jonathan – 25, Emily – 23 (almost), Sarah – 19, Stephen – 13 and Amanda – 10 (and 4 grandchildren)

7. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes, I am a fun girl

8. DO YOU KEEP A JOURNAL? Somewhat, but not really

9. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? I try not to, yes, sometimes

10. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Yes

11. WOULD YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMP? Ahhhhh no

12. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL? Honey Bunches of Oats with Almonds

13. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? Nope

14. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Not if you want to move something

15. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM FLAVOUR? I vary on this subject

16. SHOE SIZE? 8 1/2

17. RED OR PINK? Red

18. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVOURITE THING YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF? I get upset to easy, feelings get hurt….oh maybe that is my age

19. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? My dad, I still talk to him all the time. He just does not answer back all the time.

21. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black pants, tennis shoes

22. LAST THING YOU ATE? Chicken Burrito

23. ARE YOU LISTENING TO ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? Not a thing, it is very quiet out here.

24. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? I think I would be green, don’t know why just like the color.

25. FAVOURITE SMELL? Rain.

26. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? My husband

27. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE YOU ARE ATTRACTED TO? Always the eyes

28. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? yes

29. FAVOURITE DRINK? I am sticking with water, with a raspberry ice packet

30. FAVOURITE SPORT? Minnesota Vikings Football

31. EYE COLOUR? Brown

32. HAT SIZE? Who knows, I have a big head

33. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No

34. FAVOURITE FOOD? Mexican or Italian

35. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDING? Happy ending.

36. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED AT THE THEATRE? Over the Hedge (yes, it has been a while)

37. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? White and blue.

38. FAVOURITE SEASON? Fall

39. HUGS OR KISSES? hugs

40. FAVOURITE DESSERT? Anything chocolate

41. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Angie, I don’t think that she has time

42. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Tammy L.

43. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING? Hmmmm I can’t remember the name for the life of me

44. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? My mouse.

45. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT? Cops, Dog the Bounty Hunter, Roseanne

46. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles

47. THE FURTHEST YOU'VE BEEN FROM HOME? Amsterdam

48. WHAT'S YOUR SPECIAL TALENT? LOL…..never mind

49. WHEN & WHERE YOU WERE BORN: October, Charles City, IA

50. WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Tammy K

Wednesday, December 06, 2006



Ok, I found another story to tear at your heart strings. Please....All my friends, If you have been blessed and you are able to help someone this year, please please take advantage of it. My friend will open a card here at work tomorrow. Her secret Santa will have given her a Wal-Mart card for $ 250.00 and there will also be another $ 250.00 in cash so that she can pay some bills or get gas in her car or anything else she needs to do. The people at my work have been so generous this year and the best part is that she suspects nothing. She has absolutely no clue. Ok, here is the story that I found today, it is not me but it is really good.

Gram and Gramps lived on the other side of the country, and although we called and wrote often, it had been twenty years since I'd seen them in person. Their health was failing, and age kept them close to home. My responsibilities at home with a husband, two young children and a part-time job, kept me from visiting. I did make a point of going in March one year. I'd spoken to Gram and realized that, in their eighties now, they weren't going to be around forever - as much as I would like them to be. I made the arrangements and flew there for a week. The moment I walked in the door, I was home again. The memories from a childhood long past, immediately returned. The cookies baking in the warm oven, watching Gram ice the fairy-tale cake and letting me dig in the bowl of icing when she was done. The beautiful clothes she'd sewed, smocked dresses and shorts with pop-tops to match. As she often did in her letters, she told stories of what I was like as a little girl and how she'd given me Muriel as my middle name. I never told her how much I was teased as a child because of that name - suddenly, it was prettier somehow and its very uniqueness was so like Gram. Gramps talked of the two wars he lived through, and I told him how proud I was to know he'd served his country so well. He made me laugh, and I believe I made him feel young again, if only for awhile. In turn, he made me cry. He told me that he and Gram had given up on celebrating Christmas about ten years back. They were just too old. How can one let Christmas pass by unnoticed? I remembered best the Christmas as a child, when they lived with us. They loved the season and always went to midnight Mass. Gramps took my brothers, sisters and me to cut down the tree, while Gram baked every Christmas cookie imaginable, then decorated the tree just so. Our house had been filled with the love and togetherness I had always associated with Christmas. I couldn't believe they had stopped celebrating it. Gramps explained that they were too old to bother with a tree and their friends too old to travel to see it. Even shopping, now, was too difficult, and they had all of the necessities delivered. I wanted to cry for the joy they'd once had - and lost. That week remains one of the most joyous of my life. Knowing that it might be the last time I saw either of them saddened me, but I was determined to make it a happy visit. I took the two of them out to dinner - something they hadn't done in well over two years, since Gram had her hip surgery. I know they had a good time. Saying good-bye was difficult. Gramps, the brave, strong hero of mine, cried and Gram did her best not to. She never succeeded. I cried on the plane all the way home. As Christmas approached, I thought of them more than ever. I wanted to do something so they would know I was thinking of them. The idea came to give them back Christmas, and I set about to do just that. First, I found a small artificial tree and decorated it with miniature bulbs and fine gold ribbon. With this, I added colorfully wrapped presents for each of them; slippers, chocolates, a hand-knit scarf for Gramps and a pretty bed jacket for Gram. I made up a box of cookies and bars; many of the recipes were from Gram's cookbooks. Then I filled stockings for each of them with toiletries wrapped and tied with ribbons. In the card, I wrote that they had given me so many wonderful memories throughout the years that I wanted to give them some new ones. I asked both of them to promise to set the tree up in the living room and stack the gifts around it. My last instruction was, "Do not open 'til Christmas!" I mailed the parcel, barely able to contain my excitement. Gram called as soon as it arrived. She was crying and, this time, not even attempting to hide it. We spoke for a long time, reminiscing about Christmas past, and when I knew for certain they had the tree up, I promised to call Christmas morning. When my boys had opened every gift and were digging through their stockings, I made the long-awaited call. Gramps answered on the first ring. I thought he sounded strange, and we only spoke briefly, then Gram took the phone. "We were like two kids," she told me. "Neither of us got any sleep last night. I even caught Harry in the living room, shaking one of the packages and had to make him go back to bed. Honey, this is the first time in years we've been so excited. Don't tell your grandfather, but after he went to bed, I just had to rattle a few of the gifts myself." I laughed, imagining the two of them sneaking out to guess at the presents I'd sent. I wished there was more money to send more expensive gifts, and told Gram that maybe next year they would be better. "Your grandfather can't talk right now because he's too busy crying. He keeps saying, 'That's one heck of a granddaughter we have there, Muriel.'"

Please lets all remember....there is a reason for the season.

Thursday, November 30, 2006


Hello - Hello - Hello !!!!!


My good friend Abbagirl asked me where the heck I have been and what have I been doing...or something like that. Soooooooo.......

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving, we did not have Turkey...the kids all said that they did not want turkey this year, they wanted Beer Can Chicken on the grill. I must admit I had never heard of it but when they explained it, I was in....then I don't have to cook the meat....grilling...that is David's job (and I love it). As soon as we were done eating and cleaning up the mess, we headed to David's parents house. It is about a 3 hour ride so the kids (Stephen and Amanda, David's kids) asked that I drive...they know it will take about 3 and a half hours if their dad drives.
We had a bit of bad news on the day before Thanksgiving, David's grandpa had passed away. Now, I say a bit of bad news because he was 90 years old, his wife of 68 years had passed about 5 years ago and he has been miserable ever since. He has told us over and over again that he did now want to live, he wants to be with Jesus and his wife. He loves us all but he just does not want to be here. This alone kind of made it a celebration of his life. His Pastor had wonderful things to say about him and some of the adult grandkids got up to talk about their memories. It was like a family reunion with a few sad parts in it. The sadness was our own selfish things though, because he was dancing in Heaven with his wife.

I have been busy busy busy at work. There is a young girl here who is a single parent of a two year old boy. She is the sweetest thing and I remember Christmas coming and not being able to buy for my kids because I was living paycheck to paycheck. She is paying $ 120.00 a week in day care alone (she has asked for her from Social Services and they have her on a waiting list, she might get help around this time next year.) So, I approached one of my co-workers and talked to him about maybe doing a "Secret Santa" for her. Then I talked to another co-worker, low and behold....everyone wants in. I have been collecting money and so far I have $ 200.00 and I am not even halfway through the company. Everyone wants to help. We are going to get her a Wal-Mart card, that way she can get groceries, toys and clothes. We will have one stipulations though, we want her to get something for herself also. I am so excited about this. I dream about this kind of thing. I wish I had more money and could help other single parents (not just mothers but fathers too) with making Christmas special for their kids. I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!

Friday, November 17, 2006

Ok, you all are probably tired of the stories that I get and then I post here but I have just one more, well...you know me....for today I have just one more.

I will let you know that I went to the doctor yesterday. Had a mole removed from my back and they sent it in to be tested. I have had this mole for as long as I can remember but being that it is on my back, I don't get to see it that often. Aparently it is turning color around the edges and my doctor thought that we should have it checked out. So, I am sitting here at work with my back killing me (I had no pain yesterday so did not think to ask for any pain killers). I figured that I could either be in pain at home and not get paid for it or come to work at least a part of a day paid. Also, my blood sugars are kinda high, not seriously high but high enough where they need to check me more. Please pray for me there....thanks. Now the story, Have a great weekend!!


A Pierced and Tatooed Angel

I couldn't believe it. Of all the times for this to happen. . .a flat tire.
But when is a good time? Not when you are wearing a suit and you have been traveling for nearly five hours and, added to this bleak picture, nightfall is approaching. Wait! Did I mention I was on a country road?

There was only one thing to do. Call the local automobile association. Yeah, right. The cell phone I bought, for security and protection from moments like these, isn't in range to call anyone. "No Service," it says. No kidding! I thought.

I sat for a few minutes moaning and complaining. Then I began emptying my trunk so I could get at the tire and tools needed to get the job done. I carry a large plastic container filled with what I call "just-in-case-stuff." When I am training or speaking I love to have props with me. I hate leaving anything home so I bring everything. . ."just in case."

Cars buzzed by me. A few beeped sarcastically. It was as if the horns were saying, "Ha, ha."
Darkness began to settle in, and it became more difficult to see. Thank goodness it was the tire on the passenger's side, away from the traffic-but that only made it more impossible to benefit from the headlights of passing cars.

Suddenly a car pulled off the road behind me. In the blinding light, I saw a male figure approaching me.
"Hey, do you need any help?"
"Well, it certainly isn't easy doing this with a white dress shirt and suit on," I said sarcastically.

Then he stepped into the light. I was literally frightened. This young guy was dressed in black. Nearly everything imaginable was pierced and tattooed. His hair was cropped and poorly cut and he wore leather bracelets with spikes on each wrist.

"How about I give you a hand?" he said.
"Well, I don't know. . .I think I can. . ."
"Come on, it will only take me a few minutes."

He took right over. While I watched him, I happened to look back at his car and noticed, for the first time, someone sitting in the passenger seat. That concerned me. I suddenly felt outnumbered. Thoughts of car-jackings and robberies flashed through my mind. I really just wanted to get this over and survive the ordeal.

Then, without warning, it began to pour. The night sky had hidden the approaching clouds. It hit like a waterfall and made it impossible to finish changing the tire.

"Look my friend, just stop what you're doing. I appreciate all your help. You'd better get going. I'll finish after the rain stops," I said.
"Let me help you put your stuff back in the trunk. It will get ruined," he insisted. "Then get in my car. We'll wait with you."
"No, really. I'll take care of everything," I said.

"You can't get in your car with the jack up like that. It will fall. Come on. Get in!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the car. Crack! Boom! Lightening and thunder roared like a freight train. I jumped into his car. Oh, God protect me, I prayed to myself.

Wet and tired, I settled into the back seat. Suddenly a kindly, frail voice came from the front seat. "Are you all right?" A petite old woman asked as she turned around to face me.
"Yes, I am," I replied, greatly relieved at seeing the old woman there. I suspected she was his mom.
"My name is Beatrice, and this is my neighbor, Joey," she said. "He insisted on stopping when he saw you struggling with the tire."

"I am grateful for his help," I responded.
"Me, too." Beatrice laughed. "Joey takes me to visit my husband. We had to place him in a nursing home, and it's about thirty minutes away from my residence. So, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, Joey and I have a date." With a childish grin she looked at Joey.

Joey's whimsical remark, "We're the remake of the Odd Couple," gave us all a good laugh.

"Joey, that's incredible what you do for her. I would never have guessed, well, you know I. . ." I stumbled with the words.
"I know. People who look like me don't do nice things," he said.

I was silent. I really felt uncomfortable. I never judge people by the way they dress, and I was angry with myself for being so foolish.

"Joey is a great kid. I'm not the only one he helps-he's also a volunteer at our church. He also works with the kids in the learning center at the low income housing unit in our town," Beatrice added.

"I'm a tutor," Joey said modestly as he stared at my car.

I reflected for a few moments on what Joey said. He was right. What he wore on the outside was a reflection of the world as he saw it. What he wore on the inside was the spirit of giving, caring and loving the world from his point of view.

When the rain stopped, Joey and I changed the tire. I tried to offer him money, and he refused.

As we shook hands, I began to apologize for my stupidity. He said, "I experience that same reaction all the time. I actually thought about changing the way I look, but then I saw this as an opportunity to make a point. So I'll leave you with the same question that I ask everyone who takes time to know me. 'If Jesus returned tomorrow and walked among us again, would you recognize him by what he wore or by what he did?'"

Joey walked back to his car. As they drove off, Beatrice was smiling and waving as she began to laugh again. I could almost hear her saying, "You got another one Joey. You got another one."

Friday, November 10, 2006

This is a story someone shared with me today, Share it with someone else if you can.


A Veteran's Day Miracle

I was feeling my age that morning as I limped from the parking lot up to the Physical Therapy Building. I was pushing fifty. I was crippled, and I was feeling like a failure. Thankfully, I was happily married. However, health problems had cut short my dreams of finishing my education. Gloomily, I couldn't recall a thing that I had ever done that was important.My thoughts became more disheartened when I noticed the middle-aged man limping in front of me--his long gray hair blowing in the wind. I just knew I'd be stuck in the waiting room with him. I was in no mood for a conversation. I knew I was in for a long and painful wait.
By the time I reached the hallway, one of the two chairs available was occupied by the gray-haired man. Reluctantly, I took my seat next to him, hoping that I could bury myself within the pages of an outdated magazine.My bubble of protection was immediately interrupted by his curious stare. I looked up with a sigh. He gave me an uncertain smile as our eyes met."I know you," he said."No, you don't.""Yes, I'm certain I know you.""I'm not from here," I insisted."No. I've met you someplace before.""That's impossible. I'm certain we've never met.""I feel that I know you from long ago," he said with conviction.In spite of myself, I was intrigued. We played "twenty questions," and we finally got around to the Vietnam War and San Francisco.He had served in the Army. He'd been wounded in battle, and he was darned proud of it."I didn't do anything important," I said. "I served stateside, as a U.S. Navy WAVE, at San Francisco International Airport. I married way too soon, and I was discharged when I became pregnant," my voice trailed off.Suddenly, the man became very excited."I remember receiving help from a young WAVE," he grinned, "with red hair just like yours! It was in the spring of '67, when I came back wounded from Vietnam."He continued, "I've never seen anyone like her, before or since. She moved heaven and earth to make sure that I was well taken care of. She was a tiger, all right. I was badly wounded, barely dragging on crutches. She got me into a wheelchair, and she literally ran after a local bus, making them stop. Then she nearly carried me onboard, giving the driver careful instructions to make sure that I arrived at the hospital, safe and sound. And then she called to see how I was!""I didn't see her, again, until four months later, when I was heading home, still on crutches. All I saw was this WAVE fighting like a wildcat, trying to get away from some drunken sailor."Chills crept up my spine as I remembered the wounded soldier who had rescued me.
"I just couldn't let that girl be ill-treated, after all she had done for me. I threatened that sailor with one of my crutches and he finally put her down. I escorted her back to her desk...""And then you went and got the sailor," I choked on the words, "and you made him apologize to me."Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I remembered that day, and him.How could this happen? My rescuer from 1967 was sitting next to me, twenty-five years later and half a continent away. Our lives had come full circle, and there we sat--thanking each other for a mutual kindness, long ago.We talked for a long time, and then we parted. I learned some important truths that day.First, people are seldom what they seem to be at first glance.Second, kindness is its own reward. It changes the lives of both parties.Last, I learned that though my time was short, I had served my country, simply by serving those who had sacrificed everything.I continued that day a happier woman because I understood that a kindness given will often return to bless you again.

Happy Veteran's Day Everyone ---- Find a Veteran, thank them and then give them a hug.

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

Ok, 2 posts in one day...almost a miracle. I just had to come back and tell you a story.

Out of the mouths of babes:

My girls were talking about next Halloween, they decided that they should have a Wizard of Oz theme. Jasmine will be 5, she can be Dorothy. Damien will be 18 months, he can be the lion, Alex will be 22 months, he can be Toto and Kody will be 4, he can be the scarecrow. Kody overhears this and whines (like only Kody can do)......


I don't want to be the scary Ho.


Too Funny :)

Happy Halloween all.

I have been sitting here thinking about Halloween when I was a kid. I can honestly say that I don't remember trick or treating, Halloween costumes that I may have worn..None of that. I know that my parents took me, but I really cannot think of something that really sticks out. I think it must be all that pot I smoked when I was younger.

I DO remember being a teenager on Halloween. Soaping cars, egging houses, TP'ing trees, All the fun stuff like that. I also remember one incident when we strung a wire across the street. It was pitch dark out and we (me and about 4 or 5 friends) took some wire, we strung it across the road and a few of us stayed on one side and a few on the other. We waited patiently...smoking cigarettes, telling jokes thinking no one could hear or see us. All of a sudden we saw a bike coming down the road, we ran behind trees and pulled the wire taunt, the dude on the bike hit the wire and flew, he got up and chased us for blocks (that is the good old days when I could run for blocks). Now today, I am thinking....what if he would have really hurt himself, what if he would have flew head over heel and hit his head on the road....Jeez, we were stupid kids.

Halloween is just not the same anymore. More and more cities are banning trick or treating or alot of people simply are taking their children somewhere safe because you never know who is in that house or what they will do once they open the doors.

I am taking my grandchildren trick or treating, it is the thing to do and shucks....I want candy (I hope they will want to share). They are so excited.. Kody is going to be Batman and Jasmine is going to be a princess, she is so excited that her dress lights up and the bat on Kody's costume lights up also. They have been wanting to "try on" their costumes for days. Now, don't think that the little ones are not going, Alex is going to be Spiderman and Damien is going to be the Incredibles guy. I know that they are only 10 and 6 months but the candy is for the parents I think.

Ok, one another note, I received a email today for quitnet.com. I signed up on this web site when I quit smoking 10 months ago today.

The results so far are...

Time Smoke-free: 303 days, 10 hours, 27 minutes and 35 seconds.

Cigarettes NOT smoked: 3641,

Lifetime saved: 27 days 19 hours,

Money Saved: $ 755.00.

For that I am thankful. I never could have made it this far without the Lord, my family and my friends. I am extremely proud of myself. I smoked for 26 years, it was the hardest thing I had ever done and now I am smoke free. I can't wait until my one year anniversary and find out how many cigarettes not smoked I have then.

Have a great Halloween BOO!!!!

Thursday, October 26, 2006


Good Morning :)

I recieved this e-mail today and thought I would share it with you. Also one of my blogger friends started something called Memory Mondays. This is where you can share a funny or even a not so funny memory with everyone and you know us bloggers, we have to put a theme to just about everything. So, I am going to try and do this every Monday and I would like all of you to do it also, I think it will be fun!! Now, on with the show (so to speak).



As I Mature:

As I mature, I have learned that you cannot make people love you, all you can do is stalk them and hope that they panic and give in.

As I mature,I have learned that no matter how much I care, some people are just assholes.

As I mature, I have learned that it takes years to build a trust, and it only takes suspecion, not proof to destroy it.

As I mature, I have learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes, After that you better either have a big willy or huge boobs.

As I mature, I have learned that you should not compare yourself with others, they are more screwed up then you think.

As I mature, I have learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you are finished.

As I mature, I have learned that we are responsible for what we do unless you are a celebrity.

As I mature, I have learned that regardless of how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be alot of money to take its place.

As I mature, I have learned that 99% of the time something is not working in your house, one of your children did it.

As I mature, I have learned that people that you care most about in life are taken from you too soon and all the less important ones never go away.

Ok, pass this along to 5 friend, trust me they will appreciate it, Who knows, maybe something good will happen....if not....

Tough Shit.

LOL, Have a great day.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Famous Love Story


> I will seek and find you . .


> I shall take you to bed and have my way with you


> I will make you ache, shake & sweat until you moan & groan.


> I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.


> I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.


> And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.


>All my love,


> The Flu


> Now, get your mind out of the gutter and go get your flu shot!




Thursday, October 19, 2006



Good for a giggle or 2.

Subject: Proof That The World Is Nuts


> Proof That The World Is Nuts
>
>
> In Lebanon, men are legally allowed to have sex with animals, but
> the animals must be female. Having sexual relations with a male
> animal is punishable by death.
>
> (Like THAT makes sense.)
>
>
>
> In Bahrain, a male doctor may legally examine a woman's
> genitals, but is prohibited from looking directly at them during the
> examination. He may only see their reflection in a mirror.
>
> (Do they look different reversed?)
>
>
>
> Muslims are banned from looking at the genitals of a corpse.
> This also applies to undertakers. The sex organs of the deceased
> must be covered with a brick or piece of wood at all times.
>
>
> (A brick?)
>
>
>
> The penalty for masturbation in Indonesia is decapitation.
>
>
> (Much worse than "going blind!")
>
>
>
> There are men in Guam whose full-time job is to travel the countryside
> And deflower young virgins, who pay
> Them for the privilege of having sex for the first time
>
> Reason: under Guam law, it is expressly forbidden for virgins to marry.
>
>
> (Let's just think for a minute; is there any job anywhere else in the world that even comes
> close to this?)
>
>
>
> In Hong Kong, a betrayed wife is legally allowed to kill her
> adulterous husband, but may only do so with her bare hands.
>
> The husband's illicit lover, on the other hand, may be killed in any manner desired.
>
>
> (Ah Justice, How about that girls (Solarisgal? Meg?)
>
>
>
> Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England - but only in
> tropical fish stores.
>
>
> (But of course!)
>
>
> In Cali, Colombia, a woman may only have sex with her husband,
> and the first time this happens, her mother must be in the room
> to witness the act.
>
>
> (Makes one shudder at the thought.)
>
>
>
> In Santa Cruz, Bolivia, it is illegal for a man to have sex with
> a woman and her daughter at the same time.
>
>
> (I presume this was a big enough problem that they had to pass this law?)
>
>
>
> In Maryland, it is illegal to se ll condoms from vending machines
> with one exception: Prophylactics may be dispensed from a vending
> machine only "in places where alcoholic beverages are sold for consumption on the
> premises."
>
>
> (Is this a great country or what?
> Well, not as great as Guam!)
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> Banging your head against a wall uses
> 150 calories an hour.
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> (Who volunteers for this stuff?)
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> Humans and dolphins are the only species that have sex for pleasure.
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> (Is that why Flipper was always smiling?)
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> The ant can lift 50 times its own weight, can pull 30 times its own weight and
> Always falls over on its right side when intoxicated.
> (From drinking little bottles of???)
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> (Did the government pay for this research?)
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> Butterflies taste with their feet.
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> (Ah, geez.)
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> An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
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> (I know some people like that.)
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> Starfish don't have brains.
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> (I know some people like that, too.)
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> And, the best for last?
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> Turtles can breathe through their butts.
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> (And I thought I had bad
> Breath in the morning!)

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

So, it's your first kiss and several questions might come to mind:


Is it the right time?

Is anyone watching?

Does your partner even want to?

Is your breath fresh?

And the big question...

Should you use some tongue?

Then you lean in and just go for it!!!



* see below








Thursday, October 12, 2006

Hey all,
I don't have a clue what to write about here today so I am going to think about it and come back. I am trying to think of something that happened when I was a child that I could write about but there is just nothing in my head right now.....Oh, that is just great, I just told the blog world that I was empty headed....Jeez!! ok, back in a little while.

Just when I thought there was going to be nothing to write about today...it happened!! Here I was, minding my own business when I glanced out the window of my office. Wait, I should tell you that I have now changed offices, I am out in the hanger with the boys instead of up in the office part with management....a move up??? I think so....I don't have to live in a fish bowl (windows completely around my office so everyone could always see what I was doing) Any way.. Here I am, typing away (that is my job he he) and I glance out my window and our floor manager is standing at the parts counter (with his back to me) with his hand down the back of his pants scratching his butt. I mean EWWWWWWWW.
First of all...come on, you are standing in a hanger with pilots that are coming and going constantly and second...you are basically 20 feet away from Karin's office and she DOES have a window.
Then the parts manager comes out, I will call him Gene...because well, frankly that is his name. Gene comes out of his office and talks to the floor manager (I will call him Sam) and they are reading some paper together, both of their hands are on this paper....I just cannot wait for Sam to leave so I can go out and tell Gene about Sam and his butt scratching and oh by the way...he did not wash his hands.
Oh man, the things that go on in the work place. I LOVE IT HERE!!! :)

P.S. Did I happen to mention that Sam weighs in at about 300 pounds.....EWWWWWW!!

Monday, October 09, 2006

Hello everyone, Hope you all had a wonderful weekend. Mine was not long enough but I think that is always the case for most people. My friend Jade is back (I thought she was missing in action for a while). Go and visit her at http://theroad2rocks.blogspot.com/ She hit me with the meme so I will try and get this done before I have to really do some work.

The Work Meme:

1. What is the best thing about your workplace? Well as most of you know, I think the best thing about my workplace is that I work with mostly men. We have women up in the offices at the front of the building but I am the Secretary of Maintenance, I work with the men :)

2. What do you hate about your workplace? Well, the weird thing about it is that there is nothing that I hate about my job. I can pretty much come and go as I please (I don't take advantage of that so maybe that is why it is so easy for me to leave early or take a day off here and there) and I really like the guys that I work with. Some of the women up front are uppity but I even get along with them (I just choose not to go up there often)

3. What small irritance at your workplace really annoys you? Ok, you all should know that answer to this one....The Whistler. I have to admit, I told him how annoying it was and he does not whistle nearly as much but also one more thing about him, He always wants to be touching me. Not sexually, just like touching my shoulder or my elbow to move me in a direction...I don't know...it is just ICK!!

4. Describe the actions/quirks of the weirdest person you work with. There is one girl that I work with that I have to laugh at most of the time. She is 22 and no nieve, You have to love her and I do love going to have lunch with her but she is 22 and should be blonde, really!!


5. What is one thing that you would change at your workplace to make life a helluva lot better? I can't think of a thing...a raise would be nice but I am sure that will come one day. I can honestly say that I don't wake up in the morning and dread getting out of bed, ever. I like coming to work and seeing the people that I work with.


Now I tag these 5 bloggers John over at http://www.dadslife2.blogspot.com/ , Solarisgirl at http://mydivorcejourney.blogspot.com/ hmmm Jade already tagged Abbagirl so I can't do that, Jason over at http://cigarsdonutsandcoffee.blogspot.com/ , Finn over at http://finnmccool2.blogspot.com/ and Sue at http://sue-memyselfandty.blogspot.com/

Have a great day and to all my Canadian friends: Happy Thanksgiving!!

Friday, October 06, 2006


Good Afternoon, Today is my 43rd birthday. I don't know if I feel good or bad about it. I think I feel pretty good but I also think it is because of all the presents I got today. I am such a baby when it comes to presents, any presents. It can be as small as a candy necklace or as big as a steam cleaner, I don't care.....I just like presents.

Maybe that is why I love Christmas so much. It is different at Christmas though, I really don't care if I get anything (well, thats a lie...but I don't care if it is only one thing) What I love about Christmas is the giving. What my husband stresses out every year about is the "Karin giving" LOL!!! I love giving great presents, watching them (kids and adults alike) open the presents.

Anyhow....Happy Birthday to me.
Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Good Morning, Good Morning. I have been taged by my friend trueself over at http://toodeepanddark.blogspot.com/ (Sorry, I am soooo computer illerate that I don't know how to just put the name and make it a link). I have been asked to state nine things about myself, weird or otherwise, and then tag six others by leaving a comment on their blogs. So let's see if there is anything at all I haven't already shared here:

1. I was married for almost 20 years to my first husband. Thought about and had many oppurtunities to cheat on him, only cheated once and that was at the end. He cheated once that I know of but I am sure there were others, he just learned how to be descrete.

2. I smoked alot (and I mean ALOT) of pot when I was a kid. Shoot, we are being honest here, I smoked pot until almost 5 years ago.

3. If I were to get some kind of disease, I would smoke it again.

4. My X was not a relegious person, I believe that God brought me to David because he knew I was lost and wanted to be found, he knew that David was the one person that could bring me back "home" again.

5. I cannot leave my house unless I have had a shower and I have makeup on. I always have to remember "what if I see someone I know".

6. I have a compulsive disorder that lurks inside of me. I want my house completley clean at all times, it is never that way and it drives me crazy. After all, what if someone stops by and wants to come into my house.

7. These past 5 years have been the happiest times of my life. I cannot express how much I love my husband and I am sure, with everything that is in me, he loves me just as much. I can tell you that I NEVER felt that way with my X, he made me feel like he was "putting up with me" for ALL the years I stayed married to him.

8. I am not a small person, I am overweight and would love to have that surgery that makes your stomach smaller. My friend had it and she is doing great, She lives in Minnesota and I wish I could see her now.

9. I am also very jealous of her, She was always the big one in our crowd and I am scared (Lord, I don't know why) that when I do see her, she will be way smaller then me.

OK, that is my 9. Some of them lame....ok, most of them lame but never the less it is what it is.
I am going to tag Di, Jan, Shattered, and abbagirl. Thanks guys, you make my day when I get comments back from you :).

Tuesday, October 03, 2006


I am absolutely devastated by what is going on in our schools this past month. I cannot understand why in the world someone would want to shoot a child. What in heavens name could that child have done to the shooter? It is my understanding that these shooters don't even know these children....Why????? It just makes me shudder. And, then there is the boy in Wisconsin that shot the principal, it is my understanding that the boy got into trouble at school for smoking, so the kid just goes and gets a gun and shoots up the school. Where are the parents and how in the world did he get access to a gun? Now, the 2 grown men that shot little girls. Sick basta*ds!! I got this email this morning, maybe you will agree with it, maybe you won't but you have to know that the school systems and children in general have changed since we went to school. I was never scared to go into school. I never feared someone would come in and shoot me. I am scared for my grandchildren who will go to school in a few years. Home school might be the answer, although I don't really believe that either. I think children need the "away time" from home and also the socialization skills they get at school. I just wish that I had the answer, any answer.

Mary's Lamb

Mary had a little Lamb, His fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, The Lamb was sure to go.
He followed her to school each day, T'wasn't even in the rule. It made the children laugh and play, To have a Lamb at school.
And then the rules all changed one day, Illegal it became; To bring the Lamb of God to school, Or even speak His Name!
Every day got worse and worse, And days turned into years. Instead of hearing children laugh, We heard gun shots and tears.
What must we do to stop the crime, That's in our schools today? Let's let the Lamb come back to school, And teach our kids to pray!

Friday, September 29, 2006

I am not sure what I am going to write about today. I just feel this sence of obligation to write. I don't know why but I do.

My daughter asked me what I would do if I found out that I had 6 weeks to live. She asked me if I would go and bungy jump with her.....hell no.

I thought about it for a minute and turned to her and told her I would smoke, that's right, I would light up a cigarette right then and there. She asked me what else I would do. I thought about it and decided that I would also smoke pot.

When I told my husband this (remember he is a Pastoral Counselor) he got really really quiet and I had not even sprang the news about the pot on him at this point. I asked him what was he thinking about and he said he just wished that I would not smoke. I told him that if I only had 6 weeks what would it matter, it is not like it would shorten my time down to 3 weeks or something like that, then I told him about the pot. He wants to know where I would get it. I don't know....I suppose if you look for something long enough you can find it. I never had a problem finding it when I was a teenager, of coarse all my friends smoked pot and someone could find someone who was selling it. Now of coarse since I am going to be the big 43 a week from today, I would have not the slightest bit of an idea where to find it. Hmmmm I am thinking Amsterdam. LOL.

I don't think this would go over big with my husband.......maybe the time to bring this up was not when we were coming home fro a bible study group.

Oh and a quick granddaughter entertainment......My 4 year old granddaughter is now going to Head Start everyday. When my son got her off the bus yesterday and asked her how her day was, she just turned to him and said "Daddy, I don't want to talk about it, it has been a long day. Isn't she precious!!

Have a great weekend all.

Friday, September 22, 2006



I received this e-mail today, No matter if you agree or disagree with the war, I am sure that you will all agree that we need to support our troops, we need to stick together. We are after all "The people of the United States of America".

Last week, while traveling to Chicago on business, I noticed a Marine sergeant traveling with a folded flag, but did not put two and two together. After we boarded our flight, I turned to the sergeant, who'd been invited to sit in First Class (across from me), and inquired if he was heading home. No, he responded. Heading out I asked? No. I'm escorting a soldier home. Going to pick him up? No. He is with me right now. He was killed in Iraq. I'm taking him home to his family. The realization of what he had been asked to do hit me like a punch to the gut. It was an honor for him. He told me that, although he didn't know the soldier, he had delivered the news of his passing to the soldiers family and felt as if he knew them after many conversations in so few days. I turned back to him, extended my hand, and said, Thank you. Thank you for doing what you do so my family and I can do what we do. Upon landing in Chicago the pilot stopped short of the gate and made the following announcement over the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to note that we have had the honor of having Sergeant Steeley of the United States Marine Corps join us on this flight. He is escorting a fallen comrade back home to his family. I ask that you please remain in your seats when we open the forward door to allow Sergeant Steeley to deplane and receive his fellow soldier. We will then turn off the seat belt sign." Without a sound, all went as requested. I noticed the sergeant saluting the casket as it was brought off the plane, and his action made me realize that I am proud to be an American. So here's a public Thank You to our military Men and Women for what you do so we can live the way we do. Signed: Stuart Margel -- Washington, D.C.

Also, here are two very touching photos honored at this years International Picture of the Year. First Place ( See bottom picture)


First PlaceTodd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News When 2nd Lt. James Cathey's body arrived at the Reno Airport, Marines climbed into the cargo hold of the plane and draped the flag over his casket as passengers watched the family gather on the tarmac. During the arrival of another marines casket last year at Denver International Airport, Major Steve Beck described the scene as so powerful: "See the people in the windows? They sat right there in the plane, watching those Marines. You gotta wonder what's going through their minds, knowing that they're on the plane that brought him home," he said. "They will remember being on that plane for the rest of their lives. They're going to remember bringing that Marine home. And they should." Second Place (see top picture)




Second PlaceTodd Heisler The Rocky Mountain News The night before the burial of her husband's body, Katherine Cathey refused to leave the casket, asking to sleep next to his body for the last time. The Marines made a bed for her, tucking in the sheets below the flag. Before she fell asleep, she opened her laptop computer and played songs that reminded her of 'Cat,' and one of the Marines asked if she wanted them to continue standing watch as she slept. "I think it would be kind of nice if you kept doing it," she said. "I think that's what he would have wanted."

"No arsenal, no weapon in the arsenals of the world, is so formidable as the will and moral courage of free men and women." -- Ronald Reagan.

Red Fridays........ Very soon, you will see a great many people wearingRed every Friday The reason? Americans who supportour troops used to be called the "silent majority."
We are no longer silent, and are voicing our love forGod, country and home in record breaking numbers. We are not organized, boisterous or overbearing. Many Americans, like you, me and all our friends,simply want to recognize that the vast majority of America supports our troops.

Our idea of showing solidarity and support for our troops with dignity and respect starts this Friday -- and continues each and every Friday until the troops all come home, sending a deafening message that ... every red-blooded American who supports our men and women afar, will wear something red.By word of mouth, press, TV -- let's make the UnitedStates on every Friday a sea of red much like a homecoming football game in the bleachers. If everyone of us who loves this country will share this with acquaintances, coworkers, friends, and family, it will not be long before the USA is covered in RED and it will let our troops know the once "silent" majority is on their side more than ever, certainly more than the media lets on.The first thing a soldier says when asked "What can we do to make things better for you?" is ..."We need your support and your prayers." Let's get the word out and lead with class and dignity, by example, and wear something red every Friday. WE LIVE IN THE LAND OF THE FREE, ONLY BECAUSE OF THE BRAVE!!

Thursday, September 21, 2006



And this is how I feel today. Two months after my boss walked out the door, yesterday he came back. Acually he was here on Monday to make sure that he still had a job but yesterday he was back for a full day of work and he was here again today!! I am so glad, you just can't know how happy I am about this. Now I don't have to put up with anyones crap. I can just ask Darryl the right way to go about it and I don't have to listen to 2 people tell me to do things 2 different ways.

He is looking so good and healthy. I know that it did him alot of good to get time off. I know that the stress from this job (his job, not mine) was really getting to him and I think that he and his family (he is married and has a son that is 2 (and a son that is 22, yeah, I know...LOL)). needed to get away and have some "family time" together.

OK, I better get to work, just wanted to let you all know that he is back :)

Friday, September 15, 2006




I want to leave everyone something to think about this weekend. I hope everyone has a great one, God Bless you all.

THE MAYONNAISE JAR AND 2 CUPS OF COFFEE:

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.

He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls.

He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.

The students responded with an unanimous "yes."The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.

The students laughed."Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the IMPORTANT things--- your family, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, and your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls.

The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.""Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented.

The professor smiled. "I'm glad! you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.

"Please share this with someone you care about.. I JUST DID.

Thursday, September 14, 2006



About 10 years ago......Wow it has really been that long. I was still married to the well, the not so nice guy and we were going through so rough times. My mom called and I was telling her what an ass he was being and she said that her and I ought to just pack up and go on vacation to Hawaii. I told her that was a great idea, wish it was a reality.
So, about a week later she called and told me that she was serious, could I take my vacation time at work and go with her to Hawaii. I told her that I would. I knew right then and there that I would have repercussions when I got back. Sure, he would be nice before I left because then I would not be able to tell my mom what a jerk that he was. I didn't care, I packed my clothes and was ready to rock and roll.
My plane left out of Minneapolis on a Thursday. I arrived in California and my sister picked me up at the airport. We spent the day together and then she took me over to my mom's house. My mom had said that the cab was going to be at her place around 6 am so we had to get to bed, it was going to be a long day the next day.
The next day you can bet your boots that I was ready at 6, I was outside on the balcony smoking a cigarette (that is when I smoked) waiting for the cab to come. My mom was inside just watching me. When all of a sudden this limo pulled up in front of the house. I could not believe it. Sooo....we go to the airport and on to Hawaii.
We land in Waikiki on a beautiful day. We spent 5 days there just spending time together without interuption. We did all the tourist things but the best part was just spending time with my mom. She would not let me spend a dime the entire time I was there. I think I left home with 100.00 in my wallet and came back with 80.00 and did not spend a dime on the credit cards.
I will always remember just sitting out on the balcony in Waikiki with my mom, reading a book and just spending time with her. What a wonderful gift from God that was.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


I have been sitting here at work thinking about what in the world I could blog about today. I have to say that I cannot come up with one thing. I can tell you that my boss still has not shown up for work yet, as of the end of August he is off the payroll but he does not know that and will not know that until the 20th of this month when we get paid again unless someone has sent him a letter but I don't think they have. I watched one of the guys go through his office last week. He was told to clean it out so that someone else could move in. I should tell you here that this was going to happen before Darryl left and he was aware that he would be moving offices but it was still hard to watch AJ going through Darryl's things. I can understand him cleaning out the office but I think he should have just taken a box and put everything in that box, taped it up and when Darryl came back he could have just given the box to him if Darryl did not come back then really, if it had been sitting there for a few months and we did not need anything out of that box then we need to send to to Darryl or throw it away. But Nooooooo, he had to look at every single piece of paper that was in the desk, I just do not agree with that at all. And on top of that, he comes into my office and sits down, says to me "I just hated doing that, I feel like I was invading Darryl's privacy". I turned and looked him straight in the eye and told him that as a matter of fact that is exactly what he was doing. I told him that he did not have to go through every single piece of paper. He said that he was glad it was done....me too. The next day he goes back into that office and steals the clock on the wall. Man! he drives me crazy (yes, this is the whistler). Wow, for someone that did not have a lot to say, I guess my mouth runs away from me. I think tomorrow I will tell you about my trip to Hawaii. Have a great night everyone!!!

Friday, September 08, 2006



The train was quite crowded, so a U. S. Marine walked the entire length looking for a seat, but the only seat left was taken by a well dressed, middle-aged, French woman's poodle. The war-wearyMarine asked, "Ma'am, may I have that seat?" The French woman just sniffed and said to no one in particular "Americans are so rude. My little Fifi is using that seat." The Marine walked the entire train again, but the only seat left was under that dog. "Please, ma'am. May I sit down? I'm very tired." She snorted, "Not only are you Americans rude, you are also arrogant! "This time the Marine didn't say a word; he just picked up the little dog, tossed it out the train window, and sat down. The woman shrieked,"Someone must defend my honor! this American should be put in his place!" An English gentleman sitting nearby spoke up, "Sir, you Americans often seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You hold the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road. And now, sir, you seem to have thrown the wrong bitch out the window.

Wednesday, September 06, 2006

THE TOP 10 THOUGHTSTO PONDER ABOUT LIFE
NO. 10:Life is sexually transmitted.

NO. 9:Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.

NO. 8:Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.

NO. 7:Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach a person to use the Internet and they won't bother you for weeks.

NO. 6:Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything, but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.

NO. 5:Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.

NO. 4:All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to criticism.

NO. 3:Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200 and a substantial tax cut saves you 30 cents?

NO.2:In the 60s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now The world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.

And the # 1 thought to ponder:


NO. 1:We know exactly where one cow with Mad-cow-disease is located among the millions and millions of cows in America but we haven't got a clue as to where thousands of illegal immigrants and terrorists are located. Maybe we should put the Department of Agriculture in charge of immigration!

Thursday, August 31, 2006


This little girl shows it all, this is exactly how I feel today.

One month ago today my boss (after an important inspection, which by the way went fantastic) walked out of the office and told me that he would see me on Monday. He has not returned. We all wondered where he was the first week, the second week, we knew one of the guys had talked to him, last week I called him at home. I got his machine and I was just leaving a message....You know the kind....Hi, it's me, Karin.....I just wanted to let you know that I miss you and I really really want you to come back to work.....and also, if you don't hurry I will choke the shit out of Mike and AJ...then he picked up the phone.

He was diagnosed with severe depression the first week that he was gone. But he did not call, his wife did not call...no one called. He said that he was feeling much better, said that if he did not come back to work that week he would for sure see me on Monday. Monday came and went...no Darryl. Tuesday, Wednesday and now Thursday and still no Darryl. I am just so sad about it. I really really like my boss.

Now between the chief inspector and the other dude (I am not sure what his title is but I am sure that he does have one) are killing me. They are wanting me to do things (with files etc.) but they each want them done their own way.....totally opposite from the other. Telling me "don't do it this way...do it this way"..........ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

I just want Darryl to come back to work so that I can look at them and say "Darryl told me to do it this way"

I should tell you that Darryl is not the owner of this company but he is high up there. I think the owners are getting a little mad that he is not here, They understand why he has not been here but really.......Darryl.....if you are out there and you are reading this.....yeah right......please call into work and let us know that you are ok and also if you are ever coming back.

I miss you.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

This is me (ha ha - ha ha- ha ha). Nope, not kidding....quit laughing honey, this is really me.

Your Passion is Orange
Your sex life is driven by your wild fantasies.For you, sex is a dramatic performance where you are the star.And you love putting on a wild act for your lover, trying to top last night's show.Whether you enjoy the actual sex is irrelevant... it's all about putting on a good act!
What Color Is Your Passion?


http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourpassionquiz/

You Are 74% Grown Up, 26% Kid
Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.
How Emotionally Mature Are You?

http://www.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/

Friday, August 25, 2006



So, Pluto is no longer a planet. Who in the world gets to decide that Pluto is no longer a planet? I don't get it, 2 days ago it was a planet and yesterday someone just up and decides that it is not? What the heck? Now we will all be able to tell our children or grandchildren...back in 2005 we had a planet named Pluto and then in 2006 it was gone. Jeez!!

Thursday, August 24, 2006


I am at work right now and I am so board!! There is absolutely nothing for me to do. I have already played games on pogo, I have read all the blogs that I read daily (29 of them), done all my paperwork for the day, visited with some of the boys from the floor that have "just dropped by my office", ate lunch....What else is there to do???? I can't go home early because daughter #2 just got a job as the assistant manager of Toco Bell (WhOoOoOo, gotta love that Toco Bell) and her car was not running right so I had her drop me off at the office and told her to pick me up at 5 (she gets off at 3). Soooo here I sit. I am trying to think about something to talk about.

Hmmmmmm still thinking..........

Well, lets see.....I think I will tell you about my old job. I was working at a automotive paint store. I started working there as a driver (I would go in at 9, pack boxes and bill customers until 11 and then go out on my route). One snowy day (I was in Wisconsin) I was delivering into Minnesota when a blizzard came. It was slow going on the freeway. I should stop and tell you here that I did NOT drive in the snow. I had my license for over 10 years at this time and I had never driven in a blizzard. I just did not do it. If there was ice on the ground, I was not driving. But...now I had this job that required me to drive. So, here I was going 15 mph on the freeway....and all of a sudden I hit a patch of black ice. I spun in the little Toyota truck my work had provided for me and when I stopped spinning the back end was over the ditch, I had just missed it by inches. I pull out and drive very very slowly back to work.
The next day is when my boss asked me to come in house and do secretarial stuff. I thought about it for a few days (I knew I would probably take it, but I also knew that I would miss the guys that I delivered to on a daily basis.) Let me tell you, I have never had such a fun job in all of my life. My bosses were wonderful, always in a good mood (well, most of the time) and we were always playing tricks on each other.
Like the time when I had just bought new shoes and took them off in my office (they were hurting my feet) my boss came in, took my shoes (they were tennis shoes) went into the bathroom, filled them with water and came back into my office, put them down on the floor and walked away. Now, I know some of you are saying "OMG, I would be pissed". But, this was funny to me. He was always playing some kind of prank. Now, he did come back into my office, get my shoes, empty the water (I believe on the floor, again this was too funny) and go and get some paper towels to dry my shoes out. They were fine. He even asked if he needed to buy me new shoes (No, that was not necessary).
Another time it was our store manager's birthday, so I waited for him to go home and then decorated his entire office, balloons, crepe paper, the whole 10 yards. Oh yeah, and we turned everything over in his office. Everything except his desk (and anything that would break) was upside down.
The parties that we had were the best company parties I have ever been to. Now, you all know that I am not a drinker but on the "Pro Paint Parties" I was known to knock back a few. Ok, I got really drunk, flirted with everyone and was the life of the party (at least I thought so)...man I miss those parties, man I miss those guys.

So, just a little bit about where I used to work....way to much fun and I miss it an awful lot. I think if my X would have just left me alone....if things would have been different....If I could of convinced my now husband to live in Wisconsin, I would still be there, still doing what I do best (flirting with the boys) and still loving my job.

On a side note, I also love my job that I have now. I work again with all men, although these men are airplane mechanics but they will never be Pat, Mike, Ron, Keith, Brad, Fran, Joe, Hanley, Russell and the rest of the boys. I love you all and I miss you.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


I've been hit!
I got tagged with a Meme by Di at http://weekendsoff.blogspot.com/ so here goes!
My first Meme (it was Di's first also....wow those firsts are really cool. See, I don't mind being tagged at all, I love questions

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name) Rainbow Kennedy

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your mom's side, your favorite candy) Darwin Lucille Hershey

3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your middle name) Kjoa

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal) Green Tiger

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) JoAnne Charles City

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, first 2 letters of mom's maiden name and first 3 letters of the town you grew up in.) Morkademin (How cool is that?)

7. SUPERHERO NAME: (your favorite color, favorite drink) Green Sundrop

That was fun! Now to spread the love.... I tag everyone who reads this blog

Monday, August 21, 2006



So, last Thursday was my 4th year wedding anniversary. It started out like any other Thursday except for the "Happy Anniversary Sweetheart" I got from my wonderful husband.

I then came to work. After a while one of my bosses came into my office to tell me that I had Friday off. I told him that I had not asked for it off and he told me not to worry about it, I had it off and I would thank him another time. I knew that my husband had something up his sleeve, I just could not figure it out. I am usually pretty good about things like this and can pretty much figure things out if I just put my mind to it. But, not this time. I left work early because I had a doctors appointment and after I went to Walmart to get some groceries. When I was leaving Walmart, one of the guys that I work with stopped me and told me "Happy Anniversary". Now, this guy does not even work directly with me so I was thinking "What in the hell is going on that this guy knows that it is my anniversary and I did not tell a soul at work." So, I go on home.

My husband gets home from work about 5:30 and tells me that our dinner reservation is for 7:30 that evening. Everything goes fine. We go and eat. This is a new restaurant to me, I had never been there before but it is wonderful. We have a great time at dinner and then we go on home. It is about 9:30 and I tell everyone that I am going to bed, husband is on the computer doing something and tells me that he will be right in. I must have been really tired because the next thing I know it is 10:30 and I wake up to turn off the television, husband still not in bed. I am thinking "What the hell? Wow!! What a wonderful anniversary, I can't believe it, I am not taking off tomorrow, why? I am going into work. I don't know what the hell everyone was so secretive about, it was dinner...and we go out for dinner all the time...who cares".

OK, then it is 2:30 in the morning and my son (who no longer lives with me) walks into my bedroom and says "Happy Anniversary Mom" and puts a child into bed with me. I am half asleep and wondering why in the world he is putting his daughter into bed with me, and then I look down. There is no way I can describe the feeling that I had. Laying on me is my Kody, my wonderful Kody who moved to Wisconsin in November and I have not seen him since. I told my son to take him out in the other room so I can get dressed. I roll over to my husband, bawling like a baby, thank him over and over and go out into the living room to see my daughter and her son. I wish I could tell you how I feel, there are no words to describe it.

Finally I go back into the bedroom and crawl into bed and ask my husband the dreaded question, When do they have to leave? He turns to me and kisses me, tells me that they are not leaving, they are moving here to North Carolina. They are going to find an apartment with my other daughter and her son and they will all live together until they can afford their own places.

What a wonderful husband I have. They all have known for a month that this was going to happen and I never found out. Now he is wondering what can he do to top this anniversary present.....I just don't know that he can and better yet, I don't care.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006



Are you ready for some football???

Oh my... my favorite time of year. Lots of men in tight pants running around knocking one another over.

I am a complete Minnesota Vikings fan. I also love the Green Bay Packers (except when they are playing the Vikings) the 49ers and the Panthers (lets not forget the home team). I am not a fair weather fan. I love the Vikings when they are winning and I love them when they are losing (I think I love them more when they are winning however).

My Sundays will now be taken up every single afternoon, after church, I will be sitting in front of the television, let no man, woman or child get between me and the television set.

I should let you know that my husband is NOT a football fan. The only sport (if you can call it that) he likes to watch on TV is golf...can you believe that, yes I said golf. Does it put you to sleep like it puts me to sleep? I can get on the bed and turn on golf and go to sleep within a minute and a half, but that is what he likes so I have to either watch it (or sleep) or go into the other room to watch something else. Now it is his turn. He will watch it with me for a while but then he will remember that he has something he could be doing on the computer or something.

So, just so you all know, I need sympathy cards when my teams lose. That would be a very nice gesture. (Is that the right word there?)

Wednesday, August 09, 2006



I saw a article about divorce today and started thinking about what was the beginning of the end of my first marriage. Boy oh boy the things that you think about.

It started out a normal day. My X was working 3rd shift at a factory. We were all set to go to my Aunt's house in Iowa. I was so excited about this because I had not been there since my grandmother had died and I wanted to keep in contact with the rest of my relatives down there. It was a 3 day weekend so I am thinking it was Labor Day or Memorial Day weekend. He left for work on Friday night as normal, told me to get things all packed up so that we could leave right away on Saturday when he got home. I packed for the both of us and also for the kids (we had 2 at the time).

Saturday turned out to be a great day weather wise. I sat waiting and waiting for him to come home. It got to be later and later and still he did not come. It was about 9 in the morning and I figured maybe he stopped and got something to eat with the guys before he came home, no big deal...he will be here shortly. Waiting, waiting, waiting...Nothing.

Then I start to panic, something must have happened to him...Maybe he was in a car accident, maybe him and his buddies decided to go to the bar after work (I know it was 7 AM when they clocked out but it was his evening and yes, he did sometimes go to the bar when he got off work). Maybe he was arrested...No he would have called me if that would have happened. This of coarse being before cell phones (It was 1985 I believe).

Now, I should back up a bit and tell you at the time we were living with his mother in a huge house. She was also gone for the weekend so she had no clue either. Finally I had to call my Aunt and tell her that he was missing and I did not know where to find him. This was at about 3 in the afternoon and he still was not home. I told her that I would call her when he got home and let her know what was happening and if we were still coming down to see them. I spent the day crying and worrying about this worthless bastard.

Finally on Monday (yes I also spent Sunday worrying and crying about him) he comes walking in the house just as nicely as you please. Not a care in the world. I ask him where he has been and he says that right now it is not my business. Then I notice his neck, hickeys all over his stinking scrawny neck. I am crushed!!!!! Here I was scared that he was in an accident, dead somewhere and he was off screwing some bimbo bitch and he did not even care that I knew. He did not try and hide it, it was like he was proud of it.

Stupid me, first of all I have zero self esteem and here we are living in his mothers house. I have a part time job and 2 kids and I just know that I cannot leave. I cannot afford to support myself and 2 kids. That's OK he says...he is leaving. I can stay where I am. And he leaves. Packs up some clothes, takes a dresser and leaves.

I want him back....it that not pathetic??? I do everything I can to make him want to come home. Pretty soon he starts playing both sides of the fence. He is with her some of the time and he is with me some of the time. Turns out her....wait even better....her name was Kathy Egan. Turns out that Kathy is married, yes that's right, she is married to but her husband is locked up somewhere. He gets out and my X has to move out because her husband is coming home. So he comes home and plays both sides of the fence. He is with her when her husband is not home and he is with me the rest of the time. Even better, I am ok with this...At least I have him some of the time. (GOD I WAS AN IDIOT)

Eventually he got sick of her, apologized to me and of coarse I took him back, after all he was MY husband....ICK!!

I never found out again if he cheated on me, not in 20 years of marriage. I don't know to this day if he ever did. I will say that if he did, he choose to hide it very very well. One other thing I should tell you, he said that the affair was all my fault. That's right, it was MY fault....wanna know why? He said that I accused him of cheating, therefore he just did what I accused him of doing....what a crock. First I don't ever remember accusing him before this happened and even if I did......I did not tell him to take his dick out of his pants for the first available girl on the market.

So...don't ever let him tell you that it is your fault. That is just him trying to get out of feeling guilty. He even tried to tell me that after I left him...."Remember, it was your fault that I cheated that one time, you accused me of it so I did it". That is when I told him to never bring it up again, I was done and he needed to get on with his life.

Friday, August 04, 2006


My buddy Di over at Weekends Off wrote today about her husbands child with his X. So that got me thinking about my husbands X. I guess this will be the subject of my post today.

First, I will tell you that they were married for 10 years. His parents and his sister begged him not to marry her. They knew that she would be trouble but my husband being the caring person that he is thought he would be able to "help her" and that "all she needs is for someone to love her" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Turns out this woman is phycho. Turns out that this woman in the coarse of their marriage tried to kill herself something like 12 times. Turns out that this woman thought that if her baby (her first child) was a girl (thank God, it was a boy) that she would have to kill it because it would be born on her birthday (that was the due date the doctors gave her) and she was just sure that this child would turn out like her so she would have to get rid of it before it was born. Well, my husband talked to her therapist and with her doctor and they decided that it would be better for the X to have a cesarean on a date close to but not on her birthday even though they knew it was a boy at this time. She is just nuts I tell you. I have a million more stories but I will bring you closer to the present.

After my husband told her that he wanted a divorce (she had told him during the coarse of their marriage that she wanted one over 20 times) She thought that really he just wanted to have sex (she had been sleeping on the couch for over a year and they had not had any intimate contact) So she geared herself up to have sex with him (she says that she was raped by a babysitter, a man she was dating and her father when she was young so that is why the no sex thing, more on that later... I will admit that I do not totally believe her on all aspects) When he turns her down for sex she does not know what to do so she just becomes her old self and yells (ALOT). Finally she gets it through her head and concedes.

They move here from Indiana because this is where her parents live and she wants the kids to be close to them (hence, her father raping her??). My husbands parents also live here so after she leaves in January, he follows in I think April. Once she gets here she decides that she is going to get psychological disability because this is the only way she will be able to get to go to college to become a teacher. Yes, that's right folks...She is now a first grade teacher...Can anyone tell me how in the world someone who is nuts can go to college and graduate to become a teacher of young children...I don't get it either But, then again I don't get a lot of things that she does. Like she has a handicapped sign for her car....She is perfectly fine, she did break her foot a few years back but she is fine now, she even got the people in the apartment building that she lives in to get a specific parking place (the closest one to the stairs, that she can run up and down I may add) for her big fat handicapped ass.

Moving along.....As of right now she wants to take us back to court saying that we owe her all this money...Then she finds out that we are more then willing to go to court and she drops it. This is where we pick it up. Turns out that the children are not going to day care any longer and have not been going since March of 2005 ( $ 65.00 per week is added to the day care that we pay so that we can pay for one of the children to go to day care). Then we subpoena the records from the day care, turns out that when she went before the judge to tell him that she pays $ 65.00 per child per week in day care she was not telling the truth, yes, the day care the children were going to does usually charge $65.00 a week but it turns out that she got a reduction on that fee and has been paying roughly about $ 41.00 TOTAL per week, meaning that not only have we been paying ALL the day care she is pocketing $ 24.00 per week (or about $ 96.00 a month) in day care fees. This will be very interesting to the judge. Also, she wants us to pay for half of all extra curricular activities. Now, normally that would not be a problem but she is NEVER honest about how much something costs. She is trying to tell us that we owe her a little more then $ 3000.00 over the coarse of 3 years for extra curricular activities, now can anyone tell me what the hell she has paid at least $ 6000.00 for over 3 years? I want to know if they went to space camp and they did not tell us about it...Really, she thinks we are stupid. We have asked her for receipts and she just lets that go over her head and pretends that she did not hear it.

This is just a few things that she does. One more thing I will tell you about. She does not teach the children proper hygiene. They do not brush their teeth daily (I really think they only do this at our house) they do not shower daily and sometimes they do not change their clothes (meaning that they sleep in the clothes that they wore and wear them the next day again) She does not make the girl brush her hair daily (she has long hair, almost to her hind end) and the thing that kills me the most about this is the girl goes to school the same place she teaches... how the other teachers and children must talk.

The first time I went to her house to pick up the kids she told me not to mind the mess, she was a full time mother and a full time student and did not have enough time to clean her house. That my friends is an understatement. Her house was filthy, I sooooo wanted to tell her that I also am a full time mother and I work full time but I still have time to clean my house. My grandma used to have a plaque on her wall, it read "My house is clean enough to be healthy and dirty enough to be happy" that is what I go by. Her house was awful but she just did not think that it was too bad. She did not (and still does not) think that having a weeks worth of dishes is a bad thing. Even with food on them still....ICK!!!!!

Ok, I am done....but I still have so much more. Still to come!!

Thursday, August 03, 2006


Yes, I am here. I know that I have been absent for a while but things have been on my mind. Yes, I know that is why I come here, to get things off my mind but I was not sure that I wanted to write about this, it is controversial....Well, who cares. This is MY blog right? I can write what I want to write about. I started this so that I could get things off my chest...so here goes.

My Church

What a wonderful feeling it is to me to be able to go to church and worship my God. What a wonderful experience it is. So why do some people make it so difficult?

Here is what is happening even as we speak at my church.

We have some people (I call them the elders, not out of respect But, because they are older and have been coming to this church for many many years.) These people are stirring up trouble with a capitol T.

They have decided that they no longer like the Pastor that we have. They have a few reasons (all of them stupid in my opinion) like he does not wear a coat and tie every single Sunday and they don't like it because he does not always stand behind the pulpit (boring), they do not like that we do not always sing hymns, sometimes we sing praise music (what a tragedy).

They seem to forget that a year ago (after they ran the last Pastor off) they loved him, wanted him to come and by our Pastor, made a vote to get him in, voted him in and now that they know he will not be their puppet, they want him out. Not only do they want him out, they want him to give his resignation they also want the resignation of the Minister of Music and the Minister of Children...Why? Well, maybe it is because they stand behind the Pastor 100% and that just makes the elders angry. So, I guess what is going to happen on Sunday is that all 3 of our fine Pastors are going to give their resignations. What a tragedy. After Sunday the church will employee a janitor, that's it, the rest of the staff has left, they could not stand working with all this crap for the last few months.

Oh, I should tell you that (what they say was the straw that broke the camels back) is our Pastor asked for a resignation of the Pastor of Education because 1) he was looking for a new church to begin with 2) he wants to Pastor a church (and the elders voted him out because he is not ordained) and he was not coming to church anymore...Hence he needs to give his resignation so that they could put a committee on hiring another Minister of Education. Now, the elders are mad about this because even though they did not want him to be our Pastor, they do not want him to be the Pastor of another church either, they want him to just be happy with what he has and stay put, after all, he grew up in this church and the elders helped raise him.

Who knows, I just know that it is so UN Christian to yell at your Pastor in the middle of church because you are not satisfied with the job that he is doing, it is so UN Christian to spread vicious rumors that are not true to make people split with your side, and they just need to know that someday...They will have some explaining to do.

Our Pastor will be alright, as will our Minister of Music and our Minister of Children. And why will they be alright, because they will start a new church (I am praying this will happen) and most of the congregation will go to the new church. You know my favorite saying is "Be careful what you wish for, someday it may come true." Right along with "You never appreciate what you have until it is gone". Amen.