tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25960099839109798502024-03-14T05:06:06.937-04:00Drifting DivergenceDrifting Divergence~meandering, wandering...LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-32453109710657050372022-06-24T21:26:00.002-04:002022-06-24T21:33:49.729-04:00I'm Angry.<p><span style="font-size: 16px;">This is not a debate. I'm not engaging in discussion. I kept my mouth shut because "I don't discuss religion, politics or college football" Damn, I'm stupid. </span></p>
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Do NOT quote the Bible at me. Period. God & I are fine. America was not built by Christian Men with Christian Values. They called for a SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">but...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">A vocal, religion-backed far-right minority has decided it gets to tell all of us our Rights. Even as they prove they don't care about America. Or God. or Christianity. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">More worried about guns & curriculum NOT being taught in schools than children in those schools.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">More worried about how people express their love than loving people with Universal Healthcare.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">More worried about who people marry than helping families in need. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">More worried about calling for the death of people from their tax-sheltered pulpits</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Fuck that. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Y'all did this. In 2016. You opened the gates to let this slime ooze out and be brazen and open about hatred. We will spend decades undoing this. By then, maybe it will all burn down-choirs singing as the flames rise. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask Rome</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask Greece</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask Persia</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask the Ottoman </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask Great Britian</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Ask the Soviet Union </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">If anyone thinks overturning Roe V Wade is about abortion, you are delusional. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Just look at some of the proposed state bills: no IUDs or other types of birth control, rapists & pedophiles allowed a voice after they have already violated their victims because maybe "some good" can come from a 14 y.o. giving birth to her father's child, citizens asked to turn each other in, doctors required to report pregnant women who miscarry, women FORBIDDEN from traveling out of the state to get an abortion-even to save her life, ectopic pregnancy forced to continue to the ultimate outcome-the death of the woman. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Trigger laws took effect immediately. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">This is about control, bodily rights and privacy. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Pro-birth, not pro-life. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Women and children will die. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">But because they are already born, no one will care. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Next they are coming for</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Marriage Rights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Availability of Birth Control</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">LGBTQ Rights</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">The kind of sex you can have</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Medical Privacy</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Voter Rights</span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">This is only the beginning. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">Clarence Thomas has already said it. Outloud.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">When they show you who they are, believe them. </span>
<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 16px;">Vote. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">And not about the cost of gas. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">About the cost of our Rights. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 16px;">While we still have them. </span><br />
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A friend called and asked if I wanted to shop and eat Moe's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ummm-queso? HELL YEAH! Bye-Bye chicken! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chicken cut into chunks with fresh pineapple cut into roughly the same size chunks. I got the skewers with my accessory kit, but you could cut down wooden skewers to size. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">350 degrees for about 18 minutes. Turn every 5 minutes and baste with sauce.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Sauce: I AM A GENIUS!</b> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don't really like Asian foods, so I never buy any of those flavors...but, in a fit of "I swear I'm going to try new shit", I bought a tiny bottle of low-sodium soy sauce. So, brown sugar, soy sauce and pineapple juice (yes, it is for my tequila cocktail, but I sacrificed-I'm so braveš )</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A couple tablespoons brown sugar, 1/4 cup pineapple juice, 1 tablespoon soy sauce and a splash of water. Heat and stir in a bit of cornstarch with water, heat till thick. LEGIT would eat my shoe if this was spread all over it! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Side Dishes</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I HATE RICE! But the "Asian" feel of this demanded rice. Or that skinny ramen noodle stuff. I have orzo. So orzo, seasoned with a tiny bit of butter, garlic, salt and pepper. I was going to try to put sweet potatoes on the skewers, but the skewers are small, so I added them to the orzo. In all honesty, if my picky-ass self wasn't so picky, this would be awesome with peppers, broccoli, snap peas, pea pods-all the rice veggies. OR, I hear Trader Joe's has good frozen fried rice. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>In Conclusion</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I most likely will never use the skewers again-kebabs always sound like a better idea than they are-but I will make this chicken right in that airfyer! If I had know Max was coming home, I would have added bell peppers and onions to the chicken (the things I do as a mother!) and veggies to the orzo. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But it was Marlene approved and since this was a night I worked till 8-better than the drive-thru!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><p></p>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-20276171523740607692020-08-11T20:15:00.002-04:002020-08-11T20:15:33.638-04:00 Empty Nest and Full Belly!<p>So I bought an air-fryer and began posting the stupid shit I do with it on Facebook. I'm told I should write a blog. I have a blog, so...consider this your invitation to the wedding š A Three way marriage between the air-fryer, Facebook and my desire/need to write again! I am nothing if not open-minded...</p><p>Please feel free to look into my past posts while you are here. I used this space for years to write poetry, write posts based on prompts from writing groups and to just get some stuff out of my system. I will go back and delete anything really dated or irrelevant, but some of this is my best writing. </p><p>I have a few suggestions if you'd like to read a couple of things...</p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2596009983910979850/555950604945908109" target="_blank">Where I'm From </a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2596009983910979850/1536279586423890414">Dad</a></p><p><a href="https://draft.blogger.com/blog/post/edit/2596009983910979850/7009066176908313401" target="_blank">If this is a mid-life crisis, where is my red Corvette? </a> This one was actually published on the More magazine website. To bad it doesn't exist any more! </p><p><br /></p><p>I will post the air-fryer stuff to save my Facebook friends**Tee-Hee**but I think I will write the other stuff again, too. </p><p>I have missed it</p><p><br /></p>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-19043533915778902502012-09-05T22:16:00.001-04:002020-08-11T20:21:16.553-04:00Yes-I just did this**TMI ALERT**<br />
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The first in series of public service messages to keep you informed about my new hopping empty-nest, 50-something life...<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from the many, then finally the red brick, a small front porch with steps to sit out on, the spirits of lost souls, a big tree of shade and a promise to stay put.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from the tobacco plant, the clear spring water, the mulberry bush, the lilacs and suburban green grass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from real Christmas trees and stubborn as hell, from Whitt and Robinson and Ashley and DuBord and Estes and rumors of Native American and French aristocracy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from the give the shirt off your backs and the alcoholics and the lovers and the fighters</span>, <span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">the coal miners and farmers, the runners and the returners, the forgivers and the grudge holders, the crazy ass and the always steady.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">From get your shit off the stairs and did you get something to eat and do you need any money?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from Grandpaās Bible, a tiny church full of hellfire and brimstone with Jesusā promise of redemption, Grandmaās lap on a wooden pew, Rock of Ages cleft for me, <i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-style: normal;">sinners</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>plunged<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-style: normal;">beneath that flood</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>lose<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-style: normal;">all their</span></i><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> </i>guilty stains</span> <span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">and Amazing Grace. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I'm from a small steel town, the middle of the Midwest, a bit north of the Mason-Dixon Line, Green British Isles, two stoplights, way down in the holler and over the next ridge, soup beans and cornbread, biscuits and gravy and stack cake.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">From the time we put the box of caterpillars on Momās dinner plate and the Ohio State-Miami Championship game the night before Grandpaās funeral, using the outhouse at Granny and Grand Dadās house, Dadās catering trucks and Jessieās Buck and Sam and āIt must have been the Ghostā.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";">I am from Grandmaās shed out back, cardboard boxes, a closet that seems to hold everything youād ever need, a plastic box under the bed, in drawers under socks and the corner of a mind still sharp after all these years. I am from memories that will soon get muddled and faded but can be revived by āDo you remember the timeā¦ā</span><br />
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<i>I have to take the opposite approach. My son has played travel baseball since he was 9 (now 17). He LOVES it and yes, I sacrificed. His sister (who graduates tomorrow!) was consumed by band. I sacrificed. Maybe it is different because I am a single mom, but I never minded a minute of it. <br />
My kids had plenty of "get out and play time", our family time was spent at ball parks and football fields, but the drives gave us such great time to connect and they loved all the travel-a hotel pool is the best! I have friend whose daughter swims-and she is at the pool as much as we were at baseball-and the practices are at 5 am!<br />
BUT...what works for your family is the thing to do. Period.</i><br />
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Then several people commented on the "evils" of organized sports. Oh, I get it! Trust me!<br />
<ol><li> There are only so many books, magazines and newspapers to be read. </li>
<li>There is NO comfortable bleacher chair. </li>
<li>Fast food is sucky and expensive. It is a pain to pack a cooler every weekend to save money.</li>
<li>The parents/coaches/umpires/referees/judges can be incredible jerks </li>
<li>Mosquitoes, heat, cold, rain, sunburn, flat tires, blown engines, injuries, tears, frustration, heartbreak</li>
<li>Hours in car are mind-numbing exercises in stress and boredom</li>
<li>The list of crap left to do at home is looooong</li>
<li>The expenses are crazy! Uniforms, fees, gas, food, hotels-not to mention the shopping I did in new towns with new stores! </li>
<li>When the games are lopsided-either way-it is painful</li>
<li>Kids do need time to just be kids and play just for the joy of playing </li>
</ol>Did it suck-Oh yes it did at times! I will not lie to you. There were times when I said "Are you sure you want to play again?" and really meant "Oh God, please don't make ME do this again!"<br />
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But in the end, it worked for us. My son focused on baseball, but he has played soccer, lacrosse, and basketball. My daughter played tennis and volleyball and lacrosse-liked all of them-but really focused on band. Her school band is competitive. They travel all over the state (and country) to compete and play. Just as much time, money and practice as sports, but with Journey/Michael Jackson/Queen/AC/DC tunes! (and if don't think there are the <b>exact </b>same issues as "sports" you are so mistaken!)<br />
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My kids are active in school and community clubs and volunteer in several community organizations as well as at school. They work part time jobs, maintain excellent grades and hang out with friends. Organized sports and activities are just part of what they are all about.<br />
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My kids have made friends they will remember forever. The experience of marching at the Governor's Inauguration Parade or playing at the Baseball Hall of Fame and hitting your first home-run at Cooperstown are memories I am glad my kids have. Yes, it is a stereotype, but they have learned teamwork, cooperation, winning with dignity and losing with grace. They have also learned patience, kindness, and that it is NOT OK to punch a coach in the face no matter how much you want to do just that!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"> </div><div class="MsoNormal">Contorted, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Scooching over in the grass</div><div class="MsoNormal">Looking like some janky mess</div><div class="MsoNormal">Making low growly noises </div><div class="MsoNormal">Deep In his throat</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Conniption Fit?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Naw, </div><div class="MsoNormal">Just the sweet feeling of</div><div class="MsoNormal">Finally getting that itchy spot </div><div class="MsoNormal">In the Center of your back</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then laying belly up to the Sun</div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-34147271601657898182011-01-29T00:53:00.001-05:002011-01-29T01:12:07.904-05:00Another thing I do<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/TUOrSECUHqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z_KFhCvvMWA/s1600/Faith-Light.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/TUOrSECUHqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/z_KFhCvvMWA/s320/Faith-Light.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-44828678203572294992010-11-21T15:25:00.000-05:002010-11-21T15:25:01.446-05:00LongingEavesdropper <br />
Under a Full Miami moon<br />
I sit eyes closed<br />
Listening to the waves make love to the sand<br />
Thrusting and crashing and then<br />
sweet whispered sigh of release <br />
as the waves climax and<br />
the sand welcomes the surrender of her spent lover<br />
<br />
Voyeur<br />
I move belly down<br />
over the dune<br />
transfixed on the secret ritual of the ocean and shore<br />
I inch closer<br />
hoping to be welcomed in<br />
They tease me<br />
touching gently in invitation<br />
then pulling back laughing<br />
knowing this eternal dance<br />
is meant<br />
just for two...LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-60453995669112478182010-05-25T23:29:00.000-04:002010-05-25T23:29:20.369-04:00Dead Man's FloatFace Down<br />
All loose limbs and little bubbles<br />
Heartbeat in my ears<br />
Complete relaxation<br />
<br />
Face Up<br />
Tighter harder to control<br />
Sun in my eyes<br />
Weightless and tense<br />
<br />
Flip over<br />
Limpid and boneless<br />
Part of the surface<br />
Longing for Oneness<br />
<br />
Deep Breathe<br />
Contact Broken<br />
Dead Men can float<br />
Live Women must swim...LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-66065787607848788082010-05-21T22:22:00.003-04:002010-05-21T22:32:34.014-04:00The DanceI need to dance<br /><br />I can feel it in my blood<br /> the bubbling<br /> the urge<br /><br />Not a swirly girly princess at the ball dance<br /><br />I need a throwdown<br /> the thumping beat<br /> the pulsating light<br /><br />Not a toe-tapping cowboy in the saloon dance<br /><br />I need a free-for-all<br /> the sweaty dance floor<br /> the top of a table<br /><br />Not a middle aged librarian at the oldies bar dance<br /><br />I need some dirty dancing<br /> the grind of my hips<br /> the complete lack of inhibition<br /><br />And a whole lotta tequilaLibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-15362795864238904142010-05-15T23:09:00.003-04:002015-06-23T15:54:15.622-04:00DadDad..?<br />
<br />
I sit in a Hospice room next to my father. Just like a million daughters before me. But I havenāt spoken to my dad in years. Havenāt seen him in about ten. I do not want to be here. I left my kids and my home and my work in Florida. But they told me he was asking for me. So I came. I speak to him, hold his hand, feed him his dinner, adjust the oxygen, tell him about my kids and life. He never really seems to take in that it is me. I could be anyone.<br />
Yetā¦here I sit.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
My father is a sweet man. He had A TERRIBLE CHILDHOOD. Crap I do not even want to think about-terrible. He had dreams that never came true and found a woman who loved him just like his mother-through manipulation, guilt and obsession. He chose her over us-not meaning to, but he just didnāt know how not to do that. He lost his not-nice father very young and his mother lost her mind and he never really knew how to be a dad. Explanation-not an excuse. <br />
Yetā¦here I sit.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
People who donāt matter are making my brothers and sister crazy. There is drama and tears and self serving insanity and all sorts of shit that really is not OK when someone is dying. Dying should be peaceful-especially when you know it is coming. Get your shit together people. Put aside your anger at the world. We can dissect the why he made those choices after he is dead. Save your āYour Dad has been trying to tell you something for 20 years-Listen to him.ā What the hell? Who are you? He knew where I wasā¦breatheā¦let it goā¦.<br />
Yet, here I sit.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
Strangers have been taking care of him and my step-mother for years. Thatās OK. I didnāt want to do it. I am not good with crazy bullshit. I distanced myself because of my grandmother first, then because of my stepmother, then I moved away and physically distanced myself from the crazy-I never wanted to distance myself from my Dad, but <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> made that choice. OK, soā¦A couple of these strangers have his health power of attorney, <span style="font-style: italic;">signed as daughter and son-in-law.</span> Really? Did you move 5 times before you were 10? Did the bankruptcy people take all your stuff? Did your parents divorce because your mom was sick of the never enough dreams and reality was easier to deal with if his dreams went to live somewhere else? REALLY? Screw all of you...stop...let it go...it doesn't matter...<br />
Yetā¦here I sit.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
All I want is for him to have peace. Peace and quiet he did not have in his life. I want the crazy folks to leave him alone. Quit making demands of him-take care of us, you need to, why can't you, why didn't you.... Just let him be. āTerminal Agitationā. He was going through all the motion of his regular work day. Making change, stocking his truck, even sneaking a snack. It was funny! People mistook it for fear or anger and it agitated THEM...he was just finishing up the business of living so he could take off at the end of the day. He would do it if we are here or not.<br />
Yetā¦here I sit.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
I sit next to him on a bright Ohio spring morning. I have my feet up reading a book and he is tranquil next to me. His truck is stocked, his customers taken care of. We are aloneā¦quietā¦serene. Just the two of us. He makes a sound like he is crying and I look overā¦<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
He has a tear falling down his cheek, eyes closedā¦<br />
<br />
Dad..?<br />
<br />
He exhales slowlyā¦<br />
<br />
Dad..?<br />
<br />
He never inhales.<br />
<br />
Dadā¦?<br />
<br />
Daddy...?<br />
<br />
Daddyā¦LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-87833032371055109472010-05-01T14:42:00.002-04:002010-05-01T14:49:31.815-04:00CrackedYesterday<br />I Cracked<br /><br /><br />After Pounded<br /><br />By<br /><br />Attitudes<br />Ignorance<br />Disregard<br />Apathy<br />Narcissism<br />Disrespect<br /><br />I Cracked<br /><br /><br />Out Gushed<br /><br />My<br /><br />Anger<br />Resentment<br />Sarcasm<br />Contempt<br />Stress<br />Irritation<br /><br />I Cracked<br /><br /><br />So Overwhelmed<br /><br />With<br /><br />Shame<br />Embarrassment<br />Mortification<br />Consternation<br />Dismay<br />Chagrin<br /><br />I Breathed<br /><br /><br />Today<br />I healedLibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-29686764263064064612010-04-26T16:52:00.021-04:002010-05-03T21:53:11.458-04:00Potluck~<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S993FQfZ9WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vHy32Lu5nzI/s1600/alittlestorybadge.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S993FQfZ9WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vHy32Lu5nzI/s200/alittlestorybadge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467219404860814690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">So...<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">I am popping popcorn (like every Friday am) when I hear screaming down the hall where the kids sit before school starts (it is early, maybe 7:30 am). </span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"> "They are fighting, They are fighting!" </span></div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">"What is going on here?" {in my best </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size:100%;">principal</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in training voice}</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">"They were fighting and SHE (pointing a Kindergarten student) used the F WORD!"</span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-size:100%;">"Both of you, with me-You {pointing at most </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size:100%;">reliable</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> tattletale in the mix} come and tell me the story."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">stay with me..this is where it gets good...</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>"OK, OK, OK, so, She (the k kid) was messing with the big kid's brother. The big kid ( a 2nd grader) says stop it and leave him alone. The little kid walked up, said "O</em></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>h yeah, well you are a <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><strong>FAT F@*& </strong></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">and then flicked the big kid in the forehead. The big kid slapped her."</span></em></span></div><div align="left"> </div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">OK...breath in...breath out...{</span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:100%;">remain</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:100%;">principal</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> in </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:100%;">training</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> voice} </span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Yelled at the slapper (who really just pushed her on the a</span><span style="font-size:100%;">rm), wrote up the flicker, popped popcorn.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:100%;">The insult to injury was the forehead flick..I would have slapped her too!</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S991jiTY_VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OwlKK-HFmxA/s1600/stuff.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 23px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S991jiTY_VI/AAAAAAAAAGM/OwlKK-HFmxA/s200/stuff.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467217726015077714" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Peanut Butter Crackers<br />5 (yes 5) flash drives<br />12 pens<br />a quarter<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S992zupiO0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y8xdKz0Pn5c/s1600/Grad+school.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 52px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S992zupiO0I/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y8xdKz0Pn5c/s200/Grad+school.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467219103718718274" border="0" /></a>blah...blah...assessment..blah<br />tests...blah...blah<br />tears, deadlines...blah, blah<br />Grade....93.9%<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S9968yIWGdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GsgDx2GfeMI/s1600/better+writers.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 16px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S9968yIWGdI/AAAAAAAAAG8/GsgDx2GfeMI/s200/better+writers.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467223657318586834" border="0" /></a></span>yes it is that small on purpose...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.edenfantasys.com/sexis/adult-humor/bloggess-weird-links-0428101/">The Bloggess</a><br /><br />She is some serious funny...if you like that sort of thing<br />(not safe for work...or really human eyes)<br /><br /><br />Blog Hoppin'<br />YOU ARE NEXT :)<br /><br />Thanks to <a href="http://www.junecleavernirvana.com/">June Cleaver Nirvana</a><br /><br /><script src="http://www.linkytools.com/thumbnail_linky_include.aspx?id=25876" type="text/javascript"></script><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"> </div><br /><div align="left"> </div><br /><div align="left"> </div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-32781859777864044072010-04-19T22:04:00.000-04:002010-04-19T22:04:11.724-04:00Bored...I am bored-God forbid I clean or write or do home work! SO....<br />
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4 shows I like to watch:<br />
1. Big Bang Theory<br />
2. NCIS<br />
3. How I Met Your Mother<br />
4. Man v Food (it's like a train wreck-I have to watch!)<br />
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4 things I am passionate about:<br />
1. My Kids<br />
2. Reading<br />
3. My family/friends<br />
4. The Beach<br />
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4 phrases I say a lot:<br />
1. REALLY?<br />
2. Not so much<br />
3. F#*&<br />
4. So...<br />
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4 things I have learned, or am learning:<br />
1. Smile and say Hi to everyone you can everyday<br />
2. I do not need an A on everything (ok...this is a work in progress)<br />
3. Holding on to a grudge is hard work<br />
4. Sit Still and Breathe~Let God do His Work<br />
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4 places I would like to go:<br />
1. Ireland<br />
2. Australia<br />
3. Grand Canyon<br />
4. Any Beach, any time<br />
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4 things I did yesterday:<br />
1. Dishes<br />
2. Laundry<br />
3. Homework<br />
4. Yelled at kids<br />
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4 things I am looking forward to:<br />
1. End of the school year<br />
2. Lindy's Senior Year<br />
3. 30th High School Reunion<br />
4. Finishing my Master's Degree<br />
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4 things on my wish list:<br />
1. My own Home<br />
2. Money for the kid's college education<br />
3. Happiness for my kids<br />
4. Retire with my health and some $$<br />
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4 people I tag:<br />
1. Lee<br />
2. Renee<br />
3.All of Facebook<br />
4. ll of Blogger :)LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-46676267073258403242010-04-02T15:47:00.005-04:002010-04-02T16:18:24.565-04:00Sigh....It is Friday of Spring Break. 16 went away to play baseball in Orlando, 17 worked and stayed at her dad's...Old Man Dog (he is no longer Fat Dog, he is now Old Man-he sits on his favorite chair all day, farts and ignores us!) and I hung here. I went to the pool twice, ignored the crap I needed to do around the house and took naps. It was so unproductive-but so what I needed! Gaze upon the sight and be jealous!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZKvlKiY9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/B3zOL6zKCFs/s1600/Picture+171.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZKvlKiY9I/AAAAAAAAAFU/B3zOL6zKCFs/s200/Picture+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455630179896550354" border="0" /></a>Happy's Place<br />Sleazy Romance Novel and Strawberry Margarita poolside<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZMLHSh2jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/070uihTnuFk/s1600/Picture+176.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZMLHSh2jI/AAAAAAAAAFc/070uihTnuFk/s200/Picture+176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455631752424970802" border="0" /></a>BFF's place<br />Coastal Living and Crystal Light poolside<br /><br /></div> And since I cannot be happy unless I post a picture of my feet, here is today's awesomeness!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZMopkxROI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9x8COns3H9c/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/S7ZMopkxROI/AAAAAAAAAFk/9x8COns3H9c/s200/Picture+177.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455632259844490466" border="0" /></a>LibraryGirl's Awesome Feet<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The Baby Bro and his fam are coming down, the kids are back in school, 16 has a tourney all week, 17 is studying for the SAT and I am headed back to work and grad school. Life goes on-faster and faster. I need to somehow slow the rotation of the planet so I can remember to savor these moments. I am grateful my kids are so awesome, that they will hug and kiss and call me and ask for my advice and tell me all about their lives. But the time is coming that I just will not be physically close enough to look in their eyes and talk to them. I won't be able to hug and kiss them and yell and scream and all the stuff Moms do. So as much as I really truly madly deeply enjoyed my alone time this week, I look forward to getting back to normal~my normal for the next 2 1/2 years, anyway.<br /><br />Then~I need to find a way to finance my new sit-by-the-pool-and-read lifestyle-cause Momma can rock that!<br /></div></div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-49759218717426474772009-12-24T12:16:00.002-05:002009-12-24T12:19:53.087-05:00Merry Christmas<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"><h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; overflow: hidden; font-size: 13px ! important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal;">My Christmas wish for you: Awesome people, great food, sweat pants & warm fuzzy socks, nice weather, cool gifts, laughter, tears, hugs, a good nap, shiny stuff, incredible words, cold Diet Coke (oops,that's for me), peace in your heart , love in your soul and Santa in your living room. Thank you God for the gift of<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>Your Son...and to my Jewish friends...Enjoy your Chinese food.</span></h3><br />I posted this on Facebook. So if you are reading it twice...lucky you!!<br />Have a very Merry Christmas. Prepare yourself for my New Year's post...I haven't even written it yet, but I am sure it will be my usual exhilarating wonderment....I just gagged my self with that one...<br /><br /></span></span>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-89736475143521385902009-11-10T22:11:00.003-05:002009-11-10T22:29:16.116-05:00Thankful Tuesday<div style="text-align: center;">**lucky for you, I have not taken any new pictures of my feet!**<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thankful Tuesday</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. No sign of flu~swine or otherwise!<br />2. A "teenage boy website"-free computer<br />3. Baseball is over<br />4. Soccer has started<br />5. I don't have to go up North this winter :)<br />6. My mom stills takes care of me-<br />she's buying the 2 plastic tablecloths 17 needs and forgot to mention until 9 pm tonight!<br />7. The new houses my friends are all moving into!<br />8. The best "media assistant" in the world! <3 U Rose!<br />9. As always...God, 17 and 15<br />10. This has NEVER made its way into my house...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/SvovAfmx0KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yKMV8mkAl44/s1600-h/big+ugly+bug.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/SvovAfmx0KI/AAAAAAAAAEw/yKMV8mkAl44/s200/big+ugly+bug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402682388514984098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-24311983122937332092009-11-09T20:06:00.003-05:002009-11-09T20:41:52.129-05:00Don't Judge Me!We were driving to school with Thing 1 and Thing 2 (BFF's Girls-we take them to school everyday) and 15 was able to recite-from memory-the entire McDonald's menu by number. As we sat in awe, he looked at us and said "Don't judge me". We CRACKED UP!! It was so funny!<br /><br />So...I thought I have a whole list of things <span style="font-weight: bold;">I</span> don't want to be judged on...<br /><br />1. The cleanliness (or lack of) of my home.<br />2. The smelliness of my dog.<br />3. The number of shoes and purses I own.<br />4. My love of NCIS<br />5. My radio ADD<br />6. Books...books...more books<br />7. The fact that I don't remember birthdays or to send Christmas cards...You know I love you all, right? You don't need a piece of paper or a picture of us on the beach wearing khakis and white T's to know that..do you????? <br />8. I never check my voice mail.<br />9. eBay jewelry<br />10. My choice of words...u know what I mean **wink-wink** OK! I cuss too much!<br />11. The way I drive<br />12. Diet Coke-ok-that is like my life's blood, so we can't count that!<br />**God, I am a mess! This list is getting toooooooo long!<br /><br />So tonight, as I lay my little head down on my carefully arranged pillows (2 under my shoulder, 2 beside me, 1 between my knees and a special 1 under my head), I ask you not to judge me for my idiosyncrasies -embrace them-join me<br />We have margaritas and chocolate chip cookies at the meetings ;)LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-74514283731215352412009-11-08T21:10:00.008-05:002009-11-08T21:45:43.705-05:00Today's special guest<span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://sundayscribblings.blogspot.com/">Sunday Scribblings</a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Welcome to our show! Today's special guest is...oh, let's see, I've lost the card...Oh yes, here it is! Today's special guest is a mother, a librarian, a wanna-be writer...Let's welcome...ME!<br /><br />**applause...applause***<br /><br />Thanks so much for being here today!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Thanks for asking me to be here today<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">It has been a long time since your last visit<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yes, way too long</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">So what's new in your life? Any special projects?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Well~I have to wash the dog, do about 1000 loads of laundry...<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Sounds delightful!<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Oh and wash the car!<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Excellent, excellent...I see here on my card that you have been writing.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Yes, I am doing the whole"blog for 30 days" thing<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Oh! I heard about that! Everyone is doing it!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Well...my blog is different from the others!</span><br /><br />**awkward silence**<br />**crickets**<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">And OK then. So are you writing anything else?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >I am doing some technical writing. And getting paid .02 each to select titles.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">That makes you a "published author" then, doesn't it</span><br /><br />**canned laughter**<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">I can see by the clock on the wall we only have few moments left. Have you been doing any traveling?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Oh YES! I just returned from lovely St. Petersburg, FL where I spent an extensive amount of time at the </span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Raymond A. Naimoli Baseball Complex. I also was on tour with a delightful group of musicians and we played two different footballs stadiums on consecutive Friday Nights.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Sounds like a wonderful experience! Well, we are out of time-until next time. Won't you come back soon and tell all about your exciting career?<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Oh! I have such an riveting tale about the snakes in the library!</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />We look forward to hearing all about it</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span></span><br />And join us tomorrow when our guest will be the traumatized maids who had to clean the hotel room that smelled like feet and ass after the teen age boy baseball players left. A sad, terrifying tale~Don't miss it!<br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Until then, Drive Safe and don't forget...the middle finger is the universal symbol for "Hey! I respect your skills behind the wheel!"</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-83796411609330010522009-11-06T23:12:00.002-05:002009-11-06T23:17:25.076-05:00Life and LoveRunning<br />from<br />baseball to soccer<br /><br />Dashing<br />from<br />band to mock trial<br /><br />Scurrying<br />from<br />Job 1 to Job 2<br /><br />Grab backpacks and lunches<br />and money and uniforms<br />and homework and phones<br /><br />Phone call<br />Text message<br />E-mail<br /><br />Pause<br />Breathe<br />Do it all again<br /><br />What will I do<br />when<br />it all<br /><br /><br /><br />stopsLibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-69742291002180799572009-11-05T22:32:00.002-05:002009-11-05T22:36:43.463-05:00Just one of the GuysSo 15 and I were driving the other day, talking about how the virus got on my computer...<br /><br />LG: So, how did you come to find the lovely website you visited? Did you stumble across it or did someone tell you about it?<br />15: XXXXX told me about it.<br />LG: Doesn't surprise me.<br />15: Mom, can we not discuss this anymore? I have a lot on my mind and it is distracting me.<br />LG: Well, not to mention it is embarrassing discussing boobs and girls and p**n with your mom.<br />15: Nah, you're just like one of the guys.<br /><br />I am flattered...I think...LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-18594704215363625782009-11-04T17:48:00.003-05:002009-11-04T17:54:16.502-05:00Why can't everyone be like us?My computer is still infected with "I can't tell you which website I went to 'cause you'll be mad" disease, this is will be quick and lame...I can't drop out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">NaBloPoMo</span> on day 4!<br /><br />A question to ponder...Why is everyone else so lame when we are so fabulous? I know we go through life dropping <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">daises</span> and smelling like sunshine and spreading joy wherever we go-why can't everyone be like that?<br /><br />**smile-frown**<br /><br />I was just wondering....talk <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">amongst</span> yourselves and let me know what you come up with.LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2596009983910979850.post-39832233746856987542009-11-03T16:38:00.004-05:002009-11-03T17:14:46.504-05:00A quick one counts, right?<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/SvCqFdL3VhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/391ajqAyy3E/s1600-h/ChillinFeet2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400002963927684626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jzFUWQ4iR-g/SvCqFdL3VhI/AAAAAAAAAEo/391ajqAyy3E/s200/ChillinFeet2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I can't write at home cause my computer has "teenage boy-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">itis</span>", so today is a quick </div><br /><div align="center">"Thankful Tuesday" </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">1. My sense of humor </div><div align="center">2. The crazy people I know who "get me"</div><div align="center">3. A car that starts, runs, gets good gas mileage</div><div align="center">4. My cell phone and its awesome camera</div><div align="center">5. A part time job that pays well and is really kind of fun.</div><div align="center">6. Someone has paid me to write!</div><div align="center">7. My parents rock!</div><div align="center">8. The Good Lord shining down on people who truly deserve it.</div><div align="center">9. I have yet to really lose it this week... I have been "testy"... </div><div align="center">but no one has had to face "THE WRATH OF <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LIBRARYGIRL</span>"</div><div align="center">but hey! H1N1 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">clinic</span> tomorrow, so ...</div><div align="center">10. You..whomsoever you may be :)</div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div>LibraryGirl62http://www.blogger.com/profile/11826257812655578054noreply@blogger.com0