Stupid Holiday Weekends

Well, it wouldn't be  holiday weekend if one of us didn't end up sleeping in the hospital.  I just never imagined it would be half of us!

Friday night I came home from work to find Bruiser with a nasty, bloody infection on his stomach.  It looked a lot like his last staph infection so I made a quick call to our Vet and she agreed to get him in before the weekend started.  We spent a few hours having the infection tested and a few hundred dollars to get the necessary treatments.

We were out the door.  I couldn't believe our luck.  We made it before an expensive ER visit was necessary.  I felt so lucky!

On to Saturday where I clean the entire house from top to bottom and felt so good about it.  Carl finished his homework and I ran to the market to get the week's groceries.  After putting the groceries away and settling in for a movie I started not to feel well.  A little nauseous and maybe a bit of a headache starting.   I took the "miracle" drug Imitrex and laid down for a bit.  

I didn't make it long before an ER visit was required. Of we went to the dreaded Lompoc ER (because it was the ONLY place open).  I waited 3 hours to see a Dr. who decided that I may have a plethora of other disorders so...the blood sticks and testing began.  It was another hour or two before an angry nurse tried, without success, to obliterate my veins with IVs.  (Oh how I wanted my mommy.)  

Finally a nicer, but not by much, nurse was able to locate a vein in my hand and set me up with a group of drugs that not only didn't work but caused constant vomiting.  Five hours later I gave up and faked a 'miracle cure' so I could go home.

And here I sit, on my living room couch with two extremely bored dogs and a wicked dizzy brain.

Sorry about the marathon blog - I'm hopped up on something.

Funny Friday

"Tensions began to mount when the Stormtroopers put up a hotel on Boardwalk."

And credit goes to: A Lego A Day

I live in a Fishbowl

If I've learned one thing about living on a military base with other military wives it's that I NEVER want to do it again.

Maybe this is my punishment for being popular and nasty in High School.

Stampin & Stuff

Here are some of the cards I've been making lately.

Sorry - I'm not very good behind a camera.

I made this card for my friend in Colorado.

In our relationship, I'm pretty sure she's "red fish".


I made this card for my husband. It was just a "thank you" for being such a great guy - sometimes. It's hard to make manly cards, isn't it?
Oh, here's something else I made this weekend! It's CHOCOLATE ZUCCHINI BREAD! Yum. We have so much zucchini in our garden and I'm so tired of eating it like a vegetable. I made this.

What? It's healthy...there is a vegetable in it!

Works for Me: A Cure for Insomnia

Sometimes at night I lie awake thinking of all the things I have to do the next day. Then I realize that I'm going to be too tired to do them if I don't get some sleep.


When there is no golf on TV (because trust me, that WILL put you to sleep) I try a trick I learned from a good friend and it seems to work for me.


Mentally, I go back to the first house I grew up in and walk through every room. I try to remember the wallpaper, the decorations and the closet doors. When I'm done with one room, I go to the next. I do this until I've walked the entire house. IF I'm awake when I finish the first house, I go to the next one. I've never made it through all of them in one night.


So if you find yourself lying awake tonight and you can't sleep, start mindlessly walking through your old houses. Not only will you get a happy feeling inside, but you'll be cutting logs in no time!


Now go over to Shannon's if you want some real stuff that works!

GratiTuesday

This poem was written by a teenager with terminal cancer. She will never see her prom, her wedding day, or hold her own child.

I am grateful she shared her feelings in this poem. It's beautiful.

SLOW DANCE

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?

Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?

You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask
How are you?
Do you hear the reply?

When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?

You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow
And in your haste,
Not seen his sorrow?

Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time To call and say,'Hi'?

You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift.....Thrown away.

Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
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Stamping Out Loud

I clearly remember my first Stampin UP! party.  I was overwhelmed and certain I would NEVER get the hang of it.  

I thought, WOW, these folks are creative!

Then I fell in love.

This weekend my friend and I got together, like we do almost every day, and I made this:

And this:

And this, although you'll have to turn your computer (or your head) because I can't figure out how to rotate it:

And this:

And this:


And my friend Laura made this.  I have NO CLUE what holiday it's for except I saw a birthday folder on her Cuttlebug so I'm assuming it's a birthday fish?  You be the judge, you know, after you turn your head again.

And no, the glass jar is not cracked or sparkling.  I already asked that.  She just wanted to use her blue pen.

Blankie Picture

Finally, I got some pictures of THE BLANKIE.  

This is mom and I at the kitchen table sorting out the squares.  That was the EASY part.

And many tedious hours later, I had this.  

A close up.

And how it looks after I fight the furkids to get it back.

Mine!

If it's 3 p.m....you can find me in the pantry

I HAVE GOT to lose weight.

Metabolism may possibly be working against me.

And I think I found a cellulite dimple on my forearm.

I am all about self-control until the afternoon.  Then my evil twin takes over.  And she likes to snack.  A lot.

Could you give me a little assistance in the snacking department?

And no, the good-for-you snacks that I can think of don't sound good.

What do y'all do during that time between lunch and supper?

Apparently Swiss Rolls and ice cream sandwiches are not going to cut it.

(And you might throw in suggestions for the time between supper and bed.)

(Just in case anyone else that reads this blog needs help during that time.)

(Not for me, of course.)

Funny Friday

A little something from the site www.engrishfunny.com.