tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57421303824619952622024-03-13T19:01:21.535-07:00I-Madge-ine the TwaddleMadgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-49515147491283472082012-03-02T12:55:00.000-08:002012-03-02T12:55:44.593-08:00I'm Still HereI'm still here, I've just been busy sewing, and staying off the interwebs, I'm glued to my computer all day at work, and when I get home, the last thing I want to do is sit in front of a screen and think of clever things to write. I'll be back around to post hopefully sooner than later, just know that everything in my little corner of the world is peachy until further notice.<br />
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MadgeMadgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-54463939320730711192012-02-12T08:46:00.000-08:002012-02-12T10:54:13.732-08:00You Asked For it!!My girl Jacqui over at <a href="http://chicktuition.com/">Chicktuition.com</a> had some burning questions that she was forced to ask by someone who memed her. I'm not going to forward the process, since I don't have much time to write or read any more, I wouldn't want to assign somebody a task that I'm not going to follow up on. So without further adieu, here are the answers to your questions....<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">1.What is one thing people might be surprised to learn about you?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eogC-AUHM8/TzfsmmX1gZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jVZctbQ0-j4/s1600/P1250058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7eogC-AUHM8/TzfsmmX1gZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/jVZctbQ0-j4/s320/P1250058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once upon a time I put 37 sugar snap peas in my mouth all at one time. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2. Which three movies would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pee Wee’s Big Adventure</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The Breakfast Club</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pretty Woman</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">3. Which three books would you want with you if you were stranded on a desert island?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 22.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t read books, and I can’t think of any that I have read that I want to read again. But a couple <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>that I’m sure would come in handy are…</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 22.5pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 58.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">How to Survive Alone on a Desert Island (there has to be one out there somewhere)</span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 58.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some sort of plant, animal, and bug book so I’ll know what I can eat, and what animals and bugs I should be scared of. </span></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 58.5pt; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Symbol; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Crossword Puzzle book</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">4. If you could only eat one food for a whole week…what would it be?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">BACON!!!!!!! I LOVE BACON!!!! But I’m sure after eating it for a whole week, not only would I hate bacon, but my fingers would be as big around as kielbasa sausage and my heart may just have to explode from all the strain. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">5. If your life was a reality show…what would the name of the show be?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Procrastinating and Falling Down</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">6. Name one thing you hope to accomplish this year.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I want to get up on a Sunday morning, put on my snowman feety pajamas and write a blog post. Hey!!! Look I’m a total success!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">7. What is the funniest movie you’ve ever seen?<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I have seen lots of funny movies but I think The Jerk is probably my favorite. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">8. If your relationship was a movie…what would it be called?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">With all My Heart</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">9. Shower or bath?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Shower most of the time, and sometimes bath.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Calibri;">10. Describe your perfect day.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My perfect day at home would be like this: I wake up around 9 without help from the dogs, get the coffee going while I peruse Pintrest, sit on the couch and watch TV until I’m ready for a nap, order in some Chinese, and have somebody else come clean my house. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My perfect day on vacation would be like this: Wake up around 9, jump in the shower and walk to a great restaurant for an amazing California Omelet with home fries and coffee. Sit on a bench and watch the world until it starts to get too warm out, then walk down to the beach and lay in the sun until my skin feels like crispy bacon. Find a great place for lunch and ice cold beer, then go hang out in a park and take a nap like a homeless person, followed by more beach. Then we would walk back to our hotel, take a shower, change, and go find another bench to sit on until some good live music starts in a bar with a big roll up garage door, so when you’re inside you still feel like you’re outside, and start drinking whisky. Do a little slow dancing, and then stumble back to the hotel……</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">11. Who is your favorite character in a movie? Why? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">My favorite character in a movie is almost always the one that brings the twist you weren’t expecting, the girl he falls in love with instead, the guy who was really the killer, I guess it’s because I’m always rooting for the underdog. </span></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-57201608820416063062012-01-31T06:12:00.000-08:002012-01-31T06:12:09.415-08:00When it's Time for ChangeI've been working since I was 12, as soon as I could babysit, I was doing it. My family was low middle class, at least that's what I tell myself. I would babysit all summer, so that when school started I could buy my school clothes, mom bought my coat, and everything else was up to me.<br />
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I don't know how not to work, I have always had two and sometimes three jobs. Over the last 17 years, Henry has always been my second job, I took care of he and his wife until she died, and it was her dying wish to me that I take care of of him until he either died or wound up in a nursing home. About three weeks ago, he hemorrhaged and wound up in ICU they fed him four units of blood, and discharged him home, that night he fell out of bed and wound up back in the hospital, and now he is in the nursing home. He seems to think they're going to send him home after 30 days, but he'll be 97 in May, and I really hope they keep him. He's too old to live alone, he can hardly dress himself, and he's lonely. At least in the home he has companionship and someone to help him with his daily living needs at all times. He's better off there. <br />
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A week and a half ago, I quit my job. I would have been there 5 years in March, I made decent money there, I took on more responsibility than I should have, and I gave them all I had to give. They trusted me with everything, and when it snowed a foot overnight, rather than making sure I stayed safe, I was reprimanded for not putting chains on my car, walking to work, or riding the bus since I only live two miles away I had no excuse for not being there. I quickly realized my true value. I wrote a letter of resignation, and I walked to the office at 7:15 in the morning, in an ice storm, packed my desk, left my letter and walked home.<br />
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You may be thinking, a foot of snow, really, you quit because of a foot of snow? It was the last of many heavy straws that had been placed on my back. This is western Washington people for the most part are idiots here in the snow, we are never prepared, and we don't know how to drive, a foot of snow closes everything here, everything except the office where I worked. <br />
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So now for the first time in my life since I started babysitting at age 12 I don't have a job. I'm working on my aprons, so I guess technically, I'm self employed. I do have some really good prospects, I was offered a job last week, but it didn't pay enough. I have a phone interview today, and another interview with a different company on Friday. I'm waiting for the right job, not the first job, because now, I know my worth.Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-87175865770879443062012-01-10T10:29:00.000-08:002012-01-10T10:29:54.588-08:00I'm in the Apron Making Business!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCUZqW1zvxo/TwyCUC3TBxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PKB5zAfFW6o/s1600/P1250039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oCUZqW1zvxo/TwyCUC3TBxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/PKB5zAfFW6o/s400/P1250039.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>I started making Aprons on Sunday. I designed the pattern, and it's not one size fits most yet,I was talking to a friend, and she said that usually these types of aprons don't fit bigger girls so there's no point in even wearing them. I have an idea how to change that, everyone should be able to look cute. <br />
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This one took me about 8 hours to make, but I think once I get in the zone I should be able to make them fairly fast. I have a friend that has a little store she said she could sell whatever I make.Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-1761016502505400092012-01-04T14:33:00.000-08:002012-01-04T14:34:53.686-08:00Ode to the Kidney Stone<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIbce14fbMY/TwTTgZkvcGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TQ44ZBf19Ms/s1600/0104121430.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fIbce14fbMY/TwTTgZkvcGI/AAAAAAAAAbE/TQ44ZBf19Ms/s320/0104121430.jpg" width="320" /></a>My husband had a kidney stone</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It’s made from calcium<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yeah that’s like bone</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">And when it passed </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I’m just glad he was at home</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">My husband had a kidney stone</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It looks like God Zillah</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">His kidney was its home</div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It took a month but </div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">It finally fell into the throne</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sorry the picture is blury, I didn't have my cable to connect my camera, so I took a picture of my camera with my phone and sent it to myself.</div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-77404280696599659762011-12-28T08:52:00.000-08:002011-12-28T08:52:45.439-08:00Haley's Birthday Dress<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I have just about finished Haley's birthday dress, it just needs a zipper. I spent about 5 hours on Christmas Day to get it to this point. It's really heavy, but I think she'll like it anyway. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vly9JLtwKTE/TvtJSYfM4CI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dlqYeEUMU5w/s1600/haley+dress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vly9JLtwKTE/TvtJSYfM4CI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dlqYeEUMU5w/s640/haley+dress.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-6229940698217572402011-12-21T07:00:00.000-08:002011-12-21T07:00:01.931-08:00TODAY IS MY 1 YEAR BLOGAVERSARY<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Today is my 1 year Blogaversary, one year ago today thanks to <a href="http://thegoodthebadtheworse.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><span style="color: red;">Linda</span></a> and<a href="http://www.toomanymornings.com/" target="_blank"> <span style="color: red;">Mike</span></a> I started my blogarific journey. Thanks to those of you who have been around since the beginning, and to the newbies I see popping up over there. I appreciate all of you. And if you’re lurking, even though it’s not De-lurking Day please, pop out and say hi. I’m nice most of the time, and it would be great to see you. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 14pt;">Now for your challenge should you choose to accept it. The interwebs is full of useless crap gifts that nobody really wants. Go out and find me some really good crap, I don’t want you to buy it, just paste the link your comment. I’m excited to see what kind of stuff you think I would like. I have a prize for the winner, and I promise it’s not crap. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHE2vEkP2Po/TvDX3Lo_i1I/AAAAAAAAAas/HOOmznUcuQ0/s1600/secret-santa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="261" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PHE2vEkP2Po/TvDX3Lo_i1I/AAAAAAAAAas/HOOmznUcuQ0/s320/secret-santa.jpg" width="320" /></a></div></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-52041258536791340842011-12-19T13:33:00.000-08:002011-12-19T13:33:45.099-08:00I Didn't Forget!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zWZX2PT1rM/Tu-tnF3PJrI/AAAAAAAAAak/1n4X-k8FohE/s1600/P1250001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3zWZX2PT1rM/Tu-tnF3PJrI/AAAAAAAAAak/1n4X-k8FohE/s320/P1250001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>I decided to sew Haley a couple of play dresses, one for Christmas and one for her birthday on the 27th. <br />
I haven't sewn from a pattern since middle school. I'm not even going to tell you how long ago that was. <br />
Turns out I didn't forget how, one dress down, one more to go.Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-60130109844898386002011-12-12T08:56:00.000-08:002011-12-12T08:56:49.282-08:0010 Things that Say You are from My Home TownThis weeks listicle is courtesy of <a href="http://lilahbility.blogspot.com/2011/12/where-heart-is.html">Amanda</a><br />
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I grew up in Shelton, WA not many people would admit that, it was a small town but it grows every year, the town used to end at a tavern and now where the tavern was is a Jack in the Box and a car wash, Walmart came to town over 10 years ago, and it was a big deal. After that most of the mom and pop stores closed, JC Penney and Sears were downtown, and they became a thrift store and a senior center. It's just proof that change is constant.<br />
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Here's my list of things that would say you are from my home town<br />
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1. You are from my home town if you have a mullet<br />
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2. You are a woman and think it's ok to wear work boots with sweat pants to a restaurant <br />
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3. You have at least one broken down car in your yard<br />
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4. When new people come to town the highlight is driving them past the giant Santa Clause or the Paul Bunion statue<br />
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5. You remember how awesome it was when Walmart came to town<br />
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6. You have at least one family member who is a member of the Eagles or the Melks Lodge (the Moose and the Elks share a building)<br />
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7. You know all the side streets to keep from getting stuck behind the train<br />
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8.You have watched salmon swim across the road<br />
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9.You have gotten food poisoning from The Ritz Drive In restaurant but you keep eating there because it tastes so darn good<br />
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10. You remember when the Skyline drive in theater used to only show pornMadgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-38971362320539611072011-12-08T07:00:00.000-08:002011-12-08T07:00:04.851-08:00I'm Obsessed with a Dude in a Dress<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> Every year, health and weather permitting we participate in the annual motorcycle toy run that benefits toys for tots. To get through the gate and line up you either have to donate $15.00 or bring a toy. This year a whopping 17,000 bikers showed up for the cause, it was about thirty degrees last Saturday morning, I was bundled up in leggings, jeans, assless chaps, a long sleeve t shirt, a wool sweater, and my leather jacket, and I was warm.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This guy, dresses like this every year, I don't know if he always cross dresses, I completely admire him if he does. I appreciate anybody who lives honestly and isn't afraid to show all of their true colors, it's a hard choice to make and it's a hard life to live. And I applaud them all. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">These are some of the pictures I was able to take of him, I wasn't able to get close enough to talk to him, and Steve would have been embarrassed.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Sorry he's sideways, I rotated him on my pc but for some reason rotated pix never stay that way. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-IxXHlGbd0/Tt_cYFOaLLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/rLBWcFdYPcY/s1600/P1240383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-IxXHlGbd0/Tt_cYFOaLLI/AAAAAAAAAZU/rLBWcFdYPcY/s320/P1240383.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2pKEFTKjHg/Tt_cytQEiTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Hv6uqXpg3so/s1600/P1240399.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2pKEFTKjHg/Tt_cytQEiTI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Hv6uqXpg3so/s320/P1240399.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5p0-hszeEQ/Tt_co67u1UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oTPpBrZZ7_8/s1600/P1240398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l5p0-hszeEQ/Tt_co67u1UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/oTPpBrZZ7_8/s320/P1240398.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC79D1HYRxk/Tt_ca6Vqa0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/sSTiKaJFOh4/s1600/P1240384.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="187" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CC79D1HYRxk/Tt_ca6Vqa0I/AAAAAAAAAZc/sSTiKaJFOh4/s320/P1240384.JPG" width="320" /></a>The Cossacs also preformed, they're a motorcycle drill and stunt team from Seattle and all of their bikes are from the 20's and 30's.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhCCBY3b_SQ/Tt_cugu6JbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/urJglx6xcuE/s1600/P1240392.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="274" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RhCCBY3b_SQ/Tt_cugu6JbI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/urJglx6xcuE/s320/P1240392.JPG" width="320" /></a>Something I found extremely ironic, is that the ride went past the Occupy Olympia camp, they were out there with their signs to stop consumerism, and whatnot, and all of these bikes were bringing toys for kids whose parents can't afford it. If you look closely across the lake, the blue tarps are the camp and the bikes are lined up on both sides of the road for over a mile, at some points they were lined up two deep. This was the 34th annual run, and I hope that one day, it won't be necessary, but until then, bikers will gather, in freezing fog or snow or sun to ensure that kids have something to open on Christmas morning.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">I'm also trying to help Jacque win a contest, I don't have pictures of the toys we took, but I had The Game of Life and Yahtzee, and when we got to the end of the run where we drop off toys, I gave a dollar to the Salvation Army pot while I was waiting for coffee.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEwfVkx3svo/Tt_c6AZdqhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/vhgQ1rLL74c/s1600/P1240404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="68" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yEwfVkx3svo/Tt_c6AZdqhI/AAAAAAAAAaM/vhgQ1rLL74c/s400/P1240404.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btgu8ea6qO0/Tt_c_NpVN1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/t57TlsazAV0/s1600/P1240405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="78" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-btgu8ea6qO0/Tt_c_NpVN1I/AAAAAAAAAaU/t57TlsazAV0/s640/P1240405.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-4169538799698335212011-12-06T13:58:00.000-08:002011-12-06T13:58:49.382-08:00Vanilla or Feet?Dear Sugar Free and Fat free Creamer,<br />
We have been friends for a really long time now, what would you say like maybe 10 years? In that time you have been many different favors, but in the last few years I've noticed you're pretty plain, vanilla and hazelnut have become my only two choices. I don't understand, I just have to say that hazelnut tastes like feet, not that I eat feet, I have, I'm sorry to admit, but the opinion of this house is feet, see it's not just me, Steve says you taste like feet too. Vanilla, is so, vanilla, whatever happened to variety being the spice of life? I like other favors, but I compromise either fat free and or sugar free to get something different. Vanilla or feet.... Vanilla or feet... I guess I choose vanilla.Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-19694228556113122782011-12-01T12:30:00.001-08:002011-12-01T12:30:29.365-08:00Mattress Mary<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wrote a song once about my friend’s sister Mary, she was a slutty alcoholic, that smoked, wore too much perfume, and had birds. She also dated my brother in high school. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">It went a little something like this…. To the tune of “love and marriage” aka the theme song to Married With Children</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Mattress Mary, Mattress Mary, </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Drinks like a fish</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And smells like a perfume factory</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Bird shit on her shoulder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wonder if anybody </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Told her</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Ask, ask, ask </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And you can mate her </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">She’s not a challenge</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Ask, ask and she will only jump </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">On your protrusion</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Ohhhh Mattress Mary, Mattress Mary</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Shave that bush, it’s too damn hairy</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Bird shit on her shoulder</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wonder if anybody told her</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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And I am done! Done I say. <br />
Thanks to everybody for hanging in there with me, sorry I didn't visit you much, but I'll be around more now that I have time to read and not write. <br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Everyone, get a full blood work up and start the new year off on a healthy foot. </div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-36540687765906504052011-11-28T09:32:00.000-08:002011-11-28T09:32:05.452-08:00Snow!! Really!!!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Not this last Saturday</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">But the week before</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I looked outside and to my horror</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">There was f-ing snow </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Snow I say,</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The weekend before Thanksgiving</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">This can’t be true</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">F you snow!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I hate you!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqbTk2k11MQ/TtPFP0CFOzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/vyWR000quU0/s1600/P1240342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqbTk2k11MQ/TtPFP0CFOzI/AAAAAAAAAYs/vyWR000quU0/s320/P1240342.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>It didn't last long, and really this little dusting was very pretty, but it is just a harsh reminder that winter is on the way. .Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-43164996580870078482011-11-27T14:23:00.000-08:002011-11-27T14:23:07.767-08:00Let's do the Time Warp Again....<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I was at <a href="http://i-madge-ine-the-twaddle.blogspot.com/2010/12/sht-henry-says.html" target="_blank">Henry’s this</a> morning, and we were talking about what he did for Thanksgiving. He said he went to his nephew John’s (John is in his mid 60’, this will matter later on in the story) house and it was a poor excuse for Thanksgiving. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I got there around 4:30 or 5:00 and there were no whore-durs or anything, I had a brandy, and do you know, we sat around that table until 7:00 and there was no food of any kind. I was beginning to think that there wasn’t going to be any food, and that brandy was going to be all I got. All people did was drink this wine like none I have ever saw before, it was completely clear like water, and it was really really good. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So about 7:00 the food was finally done, Lena fixed me up a plate, I don’t know if they had a whole turkey back there or not, they wouldn’t let me see it, but I wanted to bring the bones home for my African chickens (crows). I had some dressing and some turkey breast, potatoes, salad, and some sort of green beans with those long skinny nuts in them. And there wasn’t no kind of dessert, no pumpkin pie or anything, not even coffee. And I’m telling you that’s a piss poor meal, no dessert or coffee just more wine. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">There was this little baby there, I think it was John’s kid. John was running around with this girl and she got pregnant, her parents wouldn’t let him marry her, and I think that was the same baby. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So I said, ok so John recently got a lady pregnant?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, No it was a while ago</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A while ago? Was John in high school?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, he was probably 20 or 21</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ok, so he got a lady pregnant when he was 20 or 21, so 40 something years ago?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes, and I think that was his little kid</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">So you aged, and Nina aged and died, and the kid stayed 4 or 5 years old? </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The child didn’t grow up?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, he didn’t, cute little bugger too. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I tried to explain to him that it was his other nephew’s son, the child is his great nephew. About four years back Tye’s daughter and her husband adopted a baby, right after that she was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, they didn’t catch it in time and she died. So the baby is his nephew. I couldn’t convince him otherwise. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I want to figure out how to bottle that fountain of youth, anybody want some? </span></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-76758460047454806882011-11-26T09:26:00.000-08:002011-11-26T09:28:55.682-08:00Tis the Season for Tampon Angels, Fa La La La La<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziW6iiKPYrc/TtEcyQvHtII/AAAAAAAAAYc/lkvncIj61Lw/s1600/P1240371.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ziW6iiKPYrc/TtEcyQvHtII/AAAAAAAAAYc/lkvncIj61Lw/s320/P1240371.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-1YtK_DLi4/TtEcXQHmIOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dLVuEIO7bes/s1600/P1240349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C-1YtK_DLi4/TtEcXQHmIOI/AAAAAAAAAXc/dLVuEIO7bes/s200/P1240349.JPG" width="200" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To make tampon angels you will need the following supplies:</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The most absorbent Playtex tampons you can find, I’m using Supers, but the Super Plus or Ultra make a bigger angel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Some white glue and glitter glue</span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Small beads</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Flesh Color paint and sparkly paint</span><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlaGqowktw4/TtEcocf2P4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/4i_I-iAPAjM/s1600/P1240363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HlaGqowktw4/TtEcocf2P4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/4i_I-iAPAjM/s200/P1240363.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xb8rRy01Tj8/TtEbarvdmNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/JmznEFQnbQE/s1600/P1240366.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xb8rRy01Tj8/TtEbarvdmNI/AAAAAAAAAXE/JmznEFQnbQE/s200/P1240366.JPG" width="200" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3iKVi89mfQ/TtEcslK5hKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/u_2qkVCfQ70/s1600/P1240367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q3iKVi89mfQ/TtEcslK5hKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/u_2qkVCfQ70/s200/P1240367.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø</span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Something for hair, I’m using shredded jute twine, but I have also used tinsel or yarn.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">2 inch wire ribbon for the wings</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pipe cleaner for the halo ( I know, I know, it’s politically correct to say chenille stem, I’m old school, it’s pipe cleaner)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZHyt2ILo8s/TtEcuHY9FpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/o2KmynJF-Fc/s1600/P1240369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZHyt2ILo8s/TtEcuHY9FpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/o2KmynJF-Fc/s200/P1240369.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">A small paint brush or q-tips</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">Ø<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Markers for the mouth and eyes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">To start, pop the tampon out and loosen the string, move it down like a noose, and soak the tampon completely, wring out the water, fluff and hang somewhere to dry for a couple of days. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Once your base is dry, grab your paint, make her a face on the widest side of the top, and paint her dress with the glitter paint.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I don’t wait for anything to dry, I just get to work. I add some white glue to the bottom of her dress and shake in a little bowl of beads. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Make a small line of glue like a cross on her head, and stick the hair on.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Cut your ribbon in about a 6 inch length, fold it over on itself and pinch together in the middle, grab your pipe cleaner and wrap around the bow. About an inch above the bow, make a loop and wrap around the stem, cut off any remaining wire. Glue to the back. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I use the glitter glue to make her a collar, it covers up the string and the line between her face and dress, make a line down the front of the dress and add some beads. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">By now the face paint should be dry, make her a couple of eyes, and a mouth. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Pull the string through the top of the halo, and you’re done, now hang her to dry somewhere and make some more. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">The hardest and most frustrating part of making these angels, is getting F-ing blogger to arrange the pictures in the right order. :)</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwZvxzhwm8Q/TtEc029pAsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2USRTgUqsis/s1600/P1240372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dwZvxzhwm8Q/TtEc029pAsI/AAAAAAAAAYk/2USRTgUqsis/s200/P1240372.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-67822870603748955162011-11-25T09:19:00.000-08:002011-11-25T09:19:45.902-08:00Don't Hate Me Because I'm Done Shopping...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkEm62FfpDA/Ts_OFH2C-eI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2vSWvZ5pw1I/s1600/M6183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tkEm62FfpDA/Ts_OFH2C-eI/AAAAAAAAAW8/2vSWvZ5pw1I/s320/M6183.jpg" width="303" /></a></div>...almost<br />
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I'm going to make Haley some princess dresses for Christmas, and I'm going to buy the fabric tomorrow, and I have to pick up a couple of $25 gifts for our family drawing, and then I'm done all done!!Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-23593625995981651342011-11-24T10:59:00.000-08:002011-11-24T10:59:03.741-08:00Whatcha Bringin'?<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35QkNMOuFGM/Ts6S4CsAF0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/fa7MeWtMqGE/s1600/P1240356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-35QkNMOuFGM/Ts6S4CsAF0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/fa7MeWtMqGE/s200/P1240356.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We’re going to Steve’s brother’s tiny little house for Thanksgiving, there will be way too many people there, and FIL, MIL, and Sis have to come from over 30 miles away because BIL and his wife are selfish. FIL has taken a bit of a turn for the worse, and can barely walk to the bathroom. But we’re still all going to pile into BIL’s house. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HI_m85BwvXU/Ts6TCWD57eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_532MUycp3Q/s1600/P1240355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HI_m85BwvXU/Ts6TCWD57eI/AAAAAAAAAWU/_532MUycp3Q/s200/P1240355.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">We were going to go to FIL’s house because it would be easier for them, Sis lives there, she was going to make the turkey, and we were going to bring stuff over, but BIL said he promised his kids last year that we would have it at their house this year, even though everyone is always invited to Thanksgiving wherever it is. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m a little disgruntled with BIL and his wife because last year, when Thanksgiving was at my house they texted Wednesday night and said they were having their own Thanksgiving, and they wouldn’t make it to our house, which would have been fine if they <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JR9NaHiFeV0/Ts6S9hBXkZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rLbTqgQWC20/s1600/P1240354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JR9NaHiFeV0/Ts6S9hBXkZI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rLbTqgQWC20/s200/P1240354.JPG" width="200" /></a>were bringing mashed potatoes, or a pumpkin pie, but they were bringing the ham. I had to go to the grocery the night before thanksgiving and pick over the last hams left. I always invite everyone, BIL, his kids BIL’s wife’s kids and their fam, I had a 25lb turkey expecting everyone to show, and there were 6 of us. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Whenever we invite them to any family gathering, they call or text 5 minutes before they are supposed to show up and cancel, but I can’t not invite them to a family thing, because they are family. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUrKiSrcsjs/Ts6TFokXk0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/GowzBaSRUGg/s1600/P1240358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CUrKiSrcsjs/Ts6TFokXk0I/AAAAAAAAAWc/GowzBaSRUGg/s200/P1240358.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">That is why I waited until Monday to RSVP, I wanted to wait until Wednesday night just to prove my point, but Steve said I should do it sooner, so against my better judgment I did. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">All that was left to bring was an appetizer or pop. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">I’m bringing bacon wrapped mushrooms with bbq sauce. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">This is how it’s made:</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keRI1fxAatg/Ts6TUMzbODI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P7cJDtFXGis/s1600/P1240360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-keRI1fxAatg/Ts6TUMzbODI/AAAAAAAAAW0/P7cJDtFXGis/s200/P1240360.JPG" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Buy 10-12 big white mushrooms, and the cheapest bacon you can find. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> <span style="font-family: Calibri;">Quarter the shrooms and the bacon, wrap the bacon around the shrooms and stick with a toothpick, bake at 350 until the bacon is cooked, then top with your favorite bbq I prefer Stubs Hickory Bourbon sauce and bake another 10 minutes. Viola an appetizer that only costs about 5 bucks, unless you use spendy sauce.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-20670562411559240362011-11-23T11:08:00.000-08:002011-11-23T11:08:47.472-08:00Man I Have had a lot of Jobs... The Finale<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Medical Supply: I had a little bit of a medical background from going to massage school, so I understood a lot of the diagnosis’s, but learning codes and Medicare guidelines was a total bitch. I got it though, and I was good at my job, they transferred me to the new store, I developed all of the policies and procedures for the store, worked with the corporate office to manage invoicing and I was there by myself all day, I had a lunch relief worker, but that was it. And when I asked for a raise, I got written up instead, for not keeping up on the insurance end of things. Did I mention I had no support, none, management never offered to help, and when I asked for help I didn’t get it. I left that company after 3 years, when I was recruited to sell yellow pages. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I loved selling yellow pages, I loved the freedom to do what I wanted when I wanted, I had breakfast out with my friends every morning. I got to design ads for businesses and I made a lot of money. I always got my 30% increase because I learned early how to play “the game” and my clients loved me and looked forward to seeing me coming. Until the day our company was bought out by the largest yellow pages company in the world. They changed the game, and I became a faceless number who was failing at my job. I couldn’t sell anything, and over half of my clients cancelled. New business with these new rules was a thing of the past, and I couldn’t design ads any longer, they left it to the “designers” who did substandard work and didn’t follow directions. I was miserable, and every day I didn’t have a sale I would have to report to the manager’s office, where I was pretty much told I was worthless, and I would cry. I cried in my car every day, I cried before work, and I cried when I got home. Fortunately I still had flexibility to spend my time doing what I wanted, and I went to a temp agency and took a test, they had a job interview for me the next week, and that leads me to my current position.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Currently I work for a financial advisor, I have been here almost 5 years, and my anniversary is in March. I really like my job, I learn something new every day, and that keeps me from wanting to leave. Usually after 3 years, I’m ready to move on. My boss and his wife are really good people, they treat me really well, and I don’t see myself going anywhere anytime soon. We </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">During my time at the credit union, and into my time at the medical supply company, I also was a barista, and I started taking care of Henry and his wife Nina until she died. Somewhere along in there I was also a janitor our crew cleaned Mervyns; I have mad respect for janitors that have to clean public places like that. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I read a quote once that said something like, If you can do for 3 years what most people won’t do, you will be able to do for a lifetime what most people can’t do. I took that to heart, and every new job I get I try to make it last at least three years, even if I hate </div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-15073668395896471332011-11-22T11:35:00.000-08:002011-11-22T11:35:07.776-08:00Man, I Have Had a Lot of Jobs!!<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I started babysitting when I was 12, my parents were lower middle class and my dad drank all of his paychecks, which left little for me. My mom bought my coat, and I had to buy my school supplies and clothes. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I was a freshman in high school, I went to work at an in home daycare. I worked there for 5 years, also during that time I tried to work at McDonalds, but they couldn’t understand that I didn’t get off work at my first job until 5:30 so don’t schedule me until then, that job lasted about a month. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Right after high school I went to work at Toys R Us. I was there for 3 years, that’s when I officially became Madge instead of Megan. It seemed that everyone was naming their kids Megan in the ‘90’s and I was turning around every 5 minutes when somebody’s mom hollered out my name. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">When I wasn’t working at Toys R Us, I was a housekeeper for a retired cop, his wife, and his mother that lived next door. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I left Toys R Us to work for a physical therapist who was the ultimate short man ass, I really liked that job, but I couldn’t deal with him, so I went to work for a Chiropractor who turned out to be the most unethical person I had ever worked for. He was also a massage therapist, and he would take women up into the massage room and bear their breasts to work on their chest. He also required women to completely undress for x-rays and then wouldn’t let them put their underwear back on for the physical exam. He also thought that he could buy his way into heaven by tithing the church before he paid his employees. I always got a paycheck, but the office manager often had to go without. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I did learn how to take, develop and diagnose x-rays, I also learned a lot about the body and he encouraged me to read his college books and figure out how the nervous system works, which helped prep me for massage school. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I was rescued from the dirty doc by the Bead man and his wife, he took one look at me and said “what are you doing here? This is no place for you, come work for me, we’ll let you work as much as you want and you will fit in well with us, I can tell” I liked working for the tie die hippy bead makers, I could wear what I wanted, I got to fix things like plumbing and I even built a chicken tractor. I also packed glass and bead orders, and cleaned and cooked. I was the next best thing to a live in maid. I don’t really remember why I stopped working there, but I could always go back if I needed too. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I nannied for a year, and left the nanny job to work at the credit union, I started out working nights, and I also cleaned houses during the day. I worked at the credit union for 5 years, I went from part time nights to full time teller, but I wasn’t a good teller, my till was always off, either over or short every day, it got so bad that they wanted to fire me, but made a new position for me instead, I was still a back up teller, but I was basically support for all of the departments. I learned a lot, then they transferred me to phones, and then to the greeter desk. I got really bored there, so I would go visit people, the president gave me a stopwatch and told me I couldn’t be away from my desk for more than three minutes at a time. I wasn’t making much money there, so I left to work for a medical supply company. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I wish this was the end of my job history, but it’s not, and this post is getting too long, so I will continue it tomorrow. </div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-20870848043327368312011-11-21T09:55:00.000-08:002011-11-21T11:05:47.104-08:0010 Reasons Why I Don't Have Kids of My Own.<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I'm hooking up with <a href="http://themomalog.com/monday-listicles/">Stashia's Monday Listicles</a> again courtesy of Jen @ <a href="http://jah-justjennifer.blogspot.com/">Just Jennifer</a>, today's topic is either 10 reasons you want/have kids or 10 reason's you don't. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A little back history…. I have known my husband since I was 10, he’s 17 years older than I am, I don’t remember much about him when I was younger but I sure noticed him when I got older. We got together briefly when I was 18 while he was separated, we parted ways, because I’m not that kind of girl, and by the time I was 21 he was divorced, and his kids were Boy 7 and Girl 9. </div> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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So here’s my list</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">1.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I was lucky not to get pregnant in high school, every 28 days I celebrated with Aunt Flo. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">2.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>He is 17 years older than I am, and he already had kids, we had part time custody, so I didn’t need kids of my own because I already had them.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">3.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>He had already been snipped, and we didn’t have the financial resources to un-snip him. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">4.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I nannied and infant for a year, I got to experience what it was like having an baby 5 days a week for 9 hours. It was exhausting and by the time I got home I had had enough. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">5.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I’m too selfish with my husband, time, and things. I don’t like to share any of them unless it’s absolutely necessary.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">6.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>When his son was 10 we fought for full custody, the ex told the judge that Steve was an alcoholic, so he voluntarily took the class that they make you take when you get a DUI and he went to AA he stopped drinking completely, and we sacrificed a lot to get the boy. (They learned how to slam shots from their mother). By the time he was 12 he decided that he was going to do what he wanted, when he wanted and there was nothing we were going to do or say to change it. I hated going home, Steve worked nights and I was stuck having to handle this child that wasn’t mine. We shipped him back to his mom at the end of the school year, I couldn’t do it anymore. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">7.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I pity the foo that has tween children, that really cured me from having any of my own, I will never do tweens again. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">8.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I had an ablation 2 years ago this April, it is the best thing I could have ever done for myself, and because of that I no longer have a nest for the egg to land in even if I had a momentary lapse of reason and decided I wanted to get pregnant. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">9.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I have a beautiful granddaughter who is almost 4, we see her often, and she’s a lot of work, fun work, but work, and I’m too old to have that sort of energy around me all the time. </div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">10.<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span>I’m happy with the choices I have made to not have kids of my own. Now if I could just get rid of the dogs. </div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-75536035945193898762011-11-20T07:00:00.000-08:002011-11-20T07:00:00.579-08:00Take These Onions?<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">After we had the conversation about Henry’s cheese infection, and I fixed his breakfast, it was time for him to get ready for his shower.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YME9nsv3qrU/Tsbz5H6a3mI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YNpIKJaF3QA/s1600/dirty_socks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YME9nsv3qrU/Tsbz5H6a3mI/AAAAAAAAAVY/YNpIKJaF3QA/s1600/dirty_socks.jpg" /></a>He came around the corner in his underwear and t-shirt and handed me his socks, he said “Here, take these onions”</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">I knew at that very moment that the old fella had gone bonkus in the konkus, he was officially chicken soupy in the head, and there was no turning back. I was going to have to rally the family and explain to them that he thought that socks were onions and he insisted that I take them.</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Those are socks, dirty socks, go put them in the dirty clothes.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No they’re onions, take them.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No they’re dirty socks not onions; go toss them in the laundry. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No, they are onions, there’s onions in these socks, go dump the onions out of my socks into the compost bucket, and I’ll put them in the dirty clothes when you’re done. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Why do you have onions in your socks?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Because I was trying an experiment, I remember once they used to say if you were getting a cold to sleep with onions in your socks, so I diced up some onion and put them in there. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh, did it work?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes, I think it did, I felt pretty good when I woke up in the morning. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">How many days did you have those same onions in your socks?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t know, one or two. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">One or two days with onions in his socks, I guess that’s better than a week, at least they didn’t have time to get moldy, and I didn’t notice any fungus on his feet when I washed them, hopefully he doesn’t try it again, and if he does, I hope he has the sense to change his socks. </div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-754424751690120722011-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:002011-11-19T07:00:04.110-08:00I have a Cheese Infection<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Henry called early last Friday afternoon to let me know he had a doctor appointment so when I called at 5 if he wasn’t home, not to worry because that’s where he was. I asked him what was wrong and he told me he had an infection on his butt. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Saturday morning as soon as I walked through the door at his house, I asked him what the doctor said. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Doctor says I have a cheese infection, have you ever heard of that?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No, never are you sure that’s what he said?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes, he said I have a cheese infection, it’s like what women get, have you ever had a cheese infection?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No, never, then it dawned on me what he was trying to say. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I said you don’t have a cheese infection, you have a yeast infection</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>What?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">A yeast infection, you know like what you use to make bread, yeast.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>What? Make the bed? Yee?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">No YEAST, <span style="font-size: 16pt;">YEAST, </span><span style="font-size: 18pt;">YEAST, </span><span style="font-size: 26pt;">YEAST! IT’S A YEAST INFECTION!!!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Let me write it down for you. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Oh, heh heh, yeast, that’s what women get in their pussies, isn’t it?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">I don’t have a pussy, how did I get it?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You got it because you don’t change your diaper every day, I told you your ass was going to rot off if you didn’t change it every day, and now it is. Promise me you will change it every day now. That infection is not going to get better if you don’t keep yourself clean and change every day. Are you going to change every day? EVERY DAY!!!</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes, yes, ok I’ll change it every day.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">And put Bag Balm on it, it’s like a bad diaper rash, Bag Balm will help, will you put Bag Balm on it every day?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes, I suppose, but I can’t see it</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">You can feel it though can’t you? </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Then you don’t have to see it, just make sure you wash your hands before and after, will you do that?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Yes, I will. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We’ll see if he will or not, he has enough money to buy all the diapers he needs, but he’s a child of the depression and $.30 a day is way too expensive to waste a diaper a day on. During the "last depression" you could buy a bowl of mashed potatoes with turkey for $.30 a day.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFpBLLD9zLA/Tsbk9LL9UfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C3ogvNHdznQ/s1600/Power_Balance_Bracelet_Black_white_Letters_Medium.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KFpBLLD9zLA/Tsbk9LL9UfI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/C3ogvNHdznQ/s320/Power_Balance_Bracelet_Black_white_Letters_Medium.jpg" width="320" /></a>He won’t waste 30 cents on hygene, and he won’t pay $2.50 to go hang out at the senior center, and have lunch when he has perfectly good food at home. He would rather sit home and be lonely than spend the money for some company. He says he’s frugal, I say he’s cheap. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">What he will spend money on are gimmicks, like those bracelets with “magic holograms” that are supposed to help your balance, or a supplement guaranteed to cure prostate cancer. Even when I pull up reviews and tell him it’s a waste of money and 99 out of 100 people said it doesn’t work, he’ll still shell out the $9.95 to see if he is like the one person that it did work for. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">96 and still kickin’ I guess he’s doing something right. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div>Madgehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05253148312607083413noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742130382461995262.post-48413964334252028532011-11-18T08:58:00.000-08:002011-11-18T08:58:52.597-08:00What's Good About Not Working?<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><a href="http://jah-justjennifer.blogspot.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="280" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXirJIrVdBQ/TsaOdXCRBOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Gm84tz92Akc/s320/TGIFnew2-1.jpg" width="320" /></a>Today I’m linking up with <a href="http://jah-justjennifer.blogspot.com/">Just Jennifer</a> for the TGIF, the whole point is to end your week on a positive note by writing about something good that happened this week.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Something good….. something good…… </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">My husband is laid off this week, he has worked for the same company for almost 39 years, and because of the housing market, the mill where he works has been operating a week on a week off since 2008-ish. This month has been especially tight, and I have decided to put us on a very strict budget that we almost managed to stick to. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">The good thing here is that he hates his job, and he’s a much much happier husband when he doesn’t have to go to work. He’s been teaching himself to play guitar for the last 7 or so years, and every day when I get home from work, he has learned a new song that I get to guess, I’m usually right, can anybody say WINNING. And he cleans the house so I don’t have to do it when I get home. I like coming home to a happy husband, and a clean house, and when I got home the other night, he was just about to light the first fire of the season in the fireplace. Nothing warms a house like a nice fire. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">We have also decided to go “on the wagon” to allow our livers to heal a little, and we haven’t touched a drop since November 1<sup>st</sup>, it’s amazing how much better I’m sleeping <u>without</u> a little help from my friend Ambien. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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