More From Myspace blog
internet is up and running, finally.
belly still growing, I am 20 weeks and 2 days today. baby is an avid exerciser, lol. my only exercise is chasing Lizzie all over creation and going up and down the staircase at our house..
For the most part, i feel great, get tired really easy, but that's to be expected.
Drum is OK... haven't been here long enough to make a big judgment call on it... it'll do, not like we will live here forever (I hope!) lol.
Lizzie is full swing into the terrible twos(started when she turned one) hopefully that means that she'll be done sooner... i hope! She loves to assert her independence... little stinker! lol. She's soo smart and loving and sweet when she wants to be. I converted her crib into a toddler bed... I'll give it the weekend and see how it goes then make my decision about putting the crib back together Sunday night.
ummm, Dr appt the 7th, just routine (OB) got my consult for cardiology, so i'll make that appt on Monday.
the movers broke our washer,so we have to go to the stinky laundromat. blah. I did 11 loads today.
i feel like it will be forever till the house is straight. our book cases and media towers got broke and our computer desk was broken before we moved the second time, so blah.
I can't wait to put the baby's room together. and i cant' wait till i know if i can do it all boyish. I'm excited.
well, ummm, i think that's all for now.
Have a great weekend!!
Friday, August 13, 2010
More Backward Postings from my old blog.
From myspace blog, approx 5 weeks before AJ was born.
We are doing OK, we did end up at Fort Drum, for those of you that hadn't' heard. NY is not what i expected. This is a smaller post than Ft Bragg, so its taking some to get used to, Watertown is about 20-25 minutes away, depending on traffic. They have some nicer restaurants, but from what i understand, they only got here in the last year and a half.
Lizzie is doing well, she's growing and her personality is expanding. She is very independent, despite the sudden clingyness she's experiencing, but its the age and its not as bad as other kids I've heard about so that's good. She has a head full of huge curls, she turned 20 months last Friday and at her 18 month appt (2 months ago) she weighed 24.9 lbs and was 32.5 inches tall. She wears 18months to 3Ts, yes, a large range. lol. She SEEMS very excited to be getting a new baby. She hugs and kisses my belly, announces baby to everyone whenever she see's one, lifts up my shirt and announces when we're out that there is a baby in there. She knows the baby's stuff is in the baby's' room, so we'll see. She watches birth day and baby story with me.
The baby is a boy, his name will be Aric James. As of yesterday, they are guesstimating that he is 4 to 4.5 lbs right now. He has hair as well. He is a big mover and loves to move at night before i go to sleep. tomorrow he will be 32 weeks along. I have been told they will not stop labor after 34 weeks. He will be born in Syracuse, as opposed to up here, as they are being overly cautious due to my heart, no reason for them to be, they just are.
Kevin's unit is deploying in a few weeks. He is not deploying in a few weeks, but he is deploying in Jan or so. I'm thankful that he gets to be home for the birth and has time for connection with Aric and Lizzie. She just loves her daddy so much, i hope that she transitions well to having a brother and to her daddy leaving again.
The weather here is crazy. when we got here in may, it was in the 40s, now its high of 70, still cold. we've had hot days, but nothing like down in NC, but when you get used to 60s, 80s seems hot. lol. I guess that's cause we're so close to Canada. (30 miles or so)
I am doing OK for the most part, this pregnancy has been harder on my body than Lizzie's. I am more tired, but I'm sure that has a lot to do with chasing around Lizzie.
We are doing OK, we did end up at Fort Drum, for those of you that hadn't' heard. NY is not what i expected. This is a smaller post than Ft Bragg, so its taking some to get used to, Watertown is about 20-25 minutes away, depending on traffic. They have some nicer restaurants, but from what i understand, they only got here in the last year and a half.
Lizzie is doing well, she's growing and her personality is expanding. She is very independent, despite the sudden clingyness she's experiencing, but its the age and its not as bad as other kids I've heard about so that's good. She has a head full of huge curls, she turned 20 months last Friday and at her 18 month appt (2 months ago) she weighed 24.9 lbs and was 32.5 inches tall. She wears 18months to 3Ts, yes, a large range. lol. She SEEMS very excited to be getting a new baby. She hugs and kisses my belly, announces baby to everyone whenever she see's one, lifts up my shirt and announces when we're out that there is a baby in there. She knows the baby's stuff is in the baby's' room, so we'll see. She watches birth day and baby story with me.
The baby is a boy, his name will be Aric James. As of yesterday, they are guesstimating that he is 4 to 4.5 lbs right now. He has hair as well. He is a big mover and loves to move at night before i go to sleep. tomorrow he will be 32 weeks along. I have been told they will not stop labor after 34 weeks. He will be born in Syracuse, as opposed to up here, as they are being overly cautious due to my heart, no reason for them to be, they just are.
Kevin's unit is deploying in a few weeks. He is not deploying in a few weeks, but he is deploying in Jan or so. I'm thankful that he gets to be home for the birth and has time for connection with Aric and Lizzie. She just loves her daddy so much, i hope that she transitions well to having a brother and to her daddy leaving again.
The weather here is crazy. when we got here in may, it was in the 40s, now its high of 70, still cold. we've had hot days, but nothing like down in NC, but when you get used to 60s, 80s seems hot. lol. I guess that's cause we're so close to Canada. (30 miles or so)
I am doing OK for the most part, this pregnancy has been harder on my body than Lizzie's. I am more tired, but I'm sure that has a lot to do with chasing around Lizzie.
My Sons Birth Story... as my mind remembered it, a month after he was born (in 07)
I'm deleting my myspace stuff and came across this story and thought that i should keep it, so i put it here in my blog :)
don't' think me a wimp...
..> ..>
Last Sunday (sept 23), I'd been contracting off and on for weeks, well, when i woke up, i started having more.. i thought nothing of it, as even when they start out at 4 minutes apart, within a few hours they move to 5 then 7 then 9 then 15, etc.. well, i got ready and we went to church.. after a half an hour, i was like, hmm, maybe i had better start timing them again.. so i did, had some that were 5 some that were 4 and some that were 2 minutes apart, none lasting less than a minute or so. so, after an hour of being at church, i whispered that we should go get checked "just in case" but they'll just send me home doing nothing as usual.
I was SO close to saying, lets get some food first, as we'll probably be there at least an hour, but, i didn't' (who knows why) and we got there, they got my info, i saw the ONE doc that was really nice to me (he was the on call doc) and then they said they were cleaning a room and had me go wait in the waiting room... so, at least a half an hour later, they finally came and got me.
i got in the room, did the normal stuff and got hooked up finally. they showed some contractions, but they were already spacing themselves. doc came in and said if anythings changing, we'll get transport arranged to go to Syracuse. well, i FINALLY had done some progressing. i was previously 2 and 50 and was finally 3 and 75. so, he says we'll arrange transport, and before they take you, I'll check you again, if you aren't a 5 yet, we'll send you down, if you are, then we'll keep you. Then they sent someone from the ICU department up with a machine, hand held telemetry... the one thing that made me have to deliver in Syracuse, cause they "couldn't do it there" grrr
Then the contractions started getting harder... and closer. i ended up asking for something for the pain (yes, I'm a wuss!!) they checked me again and i was 4 and 75, they got my iv put in and started antibiotics (for my heart) and then gave me 10mg of Nubian. IMMEDIATELY, i got sillier than the mad hatter. I felt SO much better. but the doc made the mistake of saying that i could have a Popsicle and then was gone for almost 20 minutes... well, after 5, all you heard from me was where is it? where is my Popsicle...lol... he came back in to say that the transport service was finally there, and all i could say is you forgot my Popsicle. He says, oops, i did, didn't' i?
So i got my Popsicle and they moved me to the ambulance bed. they made me stay on my side (blah) for the horribly bumpy ride down, needless to say, so much for the Popsicle i had. (eww)
I got to Syracuse, they checked me in, got me hooked up and my contractions had slowed down some. Liz was waiting for me when i got there, but since i sent hubby back home for some things, he and Lizzie hadn't' made it there yet (of course), so she stayed with me for a while. (thank you again so much!!) they checked me and i was a "tight 5" and 50%.. WHY?? lol....
(things are already getting fuzzy from this point on) i remember i started getting stronger contractions after this and asked for some Nubian again. they don't' give that down there and said they'd see what they could give me. forever and a day later, they came back said they had to do research on what they could give me that wouldn't' react badly to the Nubian. so, i got a shot of demmoral and phenegrin (half in the bootay and half in my IV). NOT fun... I puked again from that.
by the "end" of the night, i was STILL a 5 and 50% (according to them) Still contracting, still hurting, i continued through the night. and in the morning... Someone came in and said they would start pitossin at 10 (they hadn't' decided what they would do the night before, whether keep me or send me home) so, i asked if i could be unhooked to shower and take a few laps around the floor. got my wish granted, did that.
at 10, they came, changed out my IV. i asked when they would start the pit, and they said it was already started. i was like, oh okay. they started it at 6ml... and every 15-30 minutes they came in and upped it. I ate jello ( they didn't' tell me i could have jello the day before) after jello, just to " have something on my stomach" as they wouldn't' let me have anything other than "clear fluids"
well, by the time it was pushed up to 90ml, i was dying. Crying, screaming, the whole spill... they came in and checked me and guess what?? 5 and 50%!! it had been a LONG day and i was miserable and NO change, i was pissed off and in pain and tired and hungry and mad! the one nurse was going to have mercy on me and turned off the pit, and was going to get me stadol (yes the THIRD narcotic....) so, she went to get the stadol and turned off the pit, after i got the stadol, then someone else came in and said no, put it back on, we're going to break her water in a bit. at this point, i am MAD... i tell them, give me the epidural first, i really don't' want you to break my water, i can't have a c-section, I'm a heart patient (DUH!!) and am NOT supposed to have this! plus, i was under the impression (from the peri) that i wasn't' supposed to have to have too much pain, as that was not good for me.... little did i know they didn't' give a hoot!
so, the nurse turned the pit back on, but put it back to 60ml. but the contractions and pain didn't' stop, the stadol did NOTHING for me but made me super loopy when there was no contraction and just as much pain when there was. so, i went from loooooooooooooopy to screaming... i dunno how long i was like that, they came in and broke my water... that was weird.. my water didn't' break like that with Lizzie, i had a slow leak... it almost hurt, felt like they stuck that thing waaaaaaaaaay to my ribcage.... i told them i had to pee. They said in a minute, and when i sat up for them to do my epidural, water gushed and i peed too (at least i think i did... i was very confused at this time and was like, i peed, but its a lot, there's a puddle on the floor (which got bigger and bigger with each contraction)
SO, i finally got my epidural.... the numbing shot HURTS, lol. but they got it in without too much trouble, and as i got the first part of it, it all went to one leg, then some got to the other leg, but my right was defiantly more numb than my left, so i had to lay on my left side. this was probably about 730.... maybe a little later. they checked me again, i was 6 and 80% (bout stinking time!! lol)
they all left my room and hubby and i turned on the tv, it was first night for new shows, so hubby saw how i met your mother, i asked them to turn my bed so i could see it, they did but lectured me and said they'd have to move it back when it was time to deliver (DUH!) lol. the new show "big bang theory" started next, i felt the weirdest contraction it was finally number than the other ones where i was still holding the bed rail and crying (yes with the epi) but something was happening. i banged on the nurse buzzer and said somethings' going on, there is way more pain and pressure and someone needs to get in here. eventually (probably 5-10 minutes later) someone came in and said its the baby moving down, when you are having more steady pain we'll check you.. that ticked me off again - are you serious???
so, next contraction, it was there and wasn't' going away. I banged on teh nurse call button again and said someone needs to come in here NOW. so, after another waiting period, someone came and i said LOTS of pressure and pain! so they turned me over to my back check and said a baby's coming. they moved my bed back, we turned off the tv and i began the biggest marathon of pushing ever.
Several times i said i couldn't' do it, i screamed and because i was doing that, it wasn't pushing. when he was starting to crown, they had me reach down and feel (that was weird!) and i pushed and pushed and pushed, his head finally came out, but then his shoulders were next. i pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and they finally came out, then i had to push again to get that belly out! lol. two pushes later, he was born. They laid him on my chest. he was pale, so i started rubbing him like they showed on tv. they let me do that for a minute or so, then took him to the warmer. they roughly rubbed him and started to get him to pink up and finally give a weak cry. they kept it up and he finally got mad and made a strong cry.
I got him back a few minutes later after they checked for tears and got the placenta out. No tears, no cuts! And he nursed... and nursed, and nursed, lol. for an hour!
So, my little 7lb 19 inch guy wanted out then took his time, but he's here and loved very much.
sorry it took me a while to write this, and sorry that it took so long to write it! (i actually left out more!) thanks for reading.
don't' think me a wimp...
..> ..>
Last Sunday (sept 23), I'd been contracting off and on for weeks, well, when i woke up, i started having more.. i thought nothing of it, as even when they start out at 4 minutes apart, within a few hours they move to 5 then 7 then 9 then 15, etc.. well, i got ready and we went to church.. after a half an hour, i was like, hmm, maybe i had better start timing them again.. so i did, had some that were 5 some that were 4 and some that were 2 minutes apart, none lasting less than a minute or so. so, after an hour of being at church, i whispered that we should go get checked "just in case" but they'll just send me home doing nothing as usual.
I was SO close to saying, lets get some food first, as we'll probably be there at least an hour, but, i didn't' (who knows why) and we got there, they got my info, i saw the ONE doc that was really nice to me (he was the on call doc) and then they said they were cleaning a room and had me go wait in the waiting room... so, at least a half an hour later, they finally came and got me.
i got in the room, did the normal stuff and got hooked up finally. they showed some contractions, but they were already spacing themselves. doc came in and said if anythings changing, we'll get transport arranged to go to Syracuse. well, i FINALLY had done some progressing. i was previously 2 and 50 and was finally 3 and 75. so, he says we'll arrange transport, and before they take you, I'll check you again, if you aren't a 5 yet, we'll send you down, if you are, then we'll keep you. Then they sent someone from the ICU department up with a machine, hand held telemetry... the one thing that made me have to deliver in Syracuse, cause they "couldn't do it there" grrr
Then the contractions started getting harder... and closer. i ended up asking for something for the pain (yes, I'm a wuss!!) they checked me again and i was 4 and 75, they got my iv put in and started antibiotics (for my heart) and then gave me 10mg of Nubian. IMMEDIATELY, i got sillier than the mad hatter. I felt SO much better. but the doc made the mistake of saying that i could have a Popsicle and then was gone for almost 20 minutes... well, after 5, all you heard from me was where is it? where is my Popsicle...lol... he came back in to say that the transport service was finally there, and all i could say is you forgot my Popsicle. He says, oops, i did, didn't' i?
So i got my Popsicle and they moved me to the ambulance bed. they made me stay on my side (blah) for the horribly bumpy ride down, needless to say, so much for the Popsicle i had. (eww)
I got to Syracuse, they checked me in, got me hooked up and my contractions had slowed down some. Liz was waiting for me when i got there, but since i sent hubby back home for some things, he and Lizzie hadn't' made it there yet (of course), so she stayed with me for a while. (thank you again so much!!) they checked me and i was a "tight 5" and 50%.. WHY?? lol....
(things are already getting fuzzy from this point on) i remember i started getting stronger contractions after this and asked for some Nubian again. they don't' give that down there and said they'd see what they could give me. forever and a day later, they came back said they had to do research on what they could give me that wouldn't' react badly to the Nubian. so, i got a shot of demmoral and phenegrin (half in the bootay and half in my IV). NOT fun... I puked again from that.
by the "end" of the night, i was STILL a 5 and 50% (according to them) Still contracting, still hurting, i continued through the night. and in the morning... Someone came in and said they would start pitossin at 10 (they hadn't' decided what they would do the night before, whether keep me or send me home) so, i asked if i could be unhooked to shower and take a few laps around the floor. got my wish granted, did that.
at 10, they came, changed out my IV. i asked when they would start the pit, and they said it was already started. i was like, oh okay. they started it at 6ml... and every 15-30 minutes they came in and upped it. I ate jello ( they didn't' tell me i could have jello the day before) after jello, just to " have something on my stomach" as they wouldn't' let me have anything other than "clear fluids"
well, by the time it was pushed up to 90ml, i was dying. Crying, screaming, the whole spill... they came in and checked me and guess what?? 5 and 50%!! it had been a LONG day and i was miserable and NO change, i was pissed off and in pain and tired and hungry and mad! the one nurse was going to have mercy on me and turned off the pit, and was going to get me stadol (yes the THIRD narcotic....) so, she went to get the stadol and turned off the pit, after i got the stadol, then someone else came in and said no, put it back on, we're going to break her water in a bit. at this point, i am MAD... i tell them, give me the epidural first, i really don't' want you to break my water, i can't have a c-section, I'm a heart patient (DUH!!) and am NOT supposed to have this! plus, i was under the impression (from the peri) that i wasn't' supposed to have to have too much pain, as that was not good for me.... little did i know they didn't' give a hoot!
so, the nurse turned the pit back on, but put it back to 60ml. but the contractions and pain didn't' stop, the stadol did NOTHING for me but made me super loopy when there was no contraction and just as much pain when there was. so, i went from loooooooooooooopy to screaming... i dunno how long i was like that, they came in and broke my water... that was weird.. my water didn't' break like that with Lizzie, i had a slow leak... it almost hurt, felt like they stuck that thing waaaaaaaaaay to my ribcage.... i told them i had to pee. They said in a minute, and when i sat up for them to do my epidural, water gushed and i peed too (at least i think i did... i was very confused at this time and was like, i peed, but its a lot, there's a puddle on the floor (which got bigger and bigger with each contraction)
SO, i finally got my epidural.... the numbing shot HURTS, lol. but they got it in without too much trouble, and as i got the first part of it, it all went to one leg, then some got to the other leg, but my right was defiantly more numb than my left, so i had to lay on my left side. this was probably about 730.... maybe a little later. they checked me again, i was 6 and 80% (bout stinking time!! lol)
they all left my room and hubby and i turned on the tv, it was first night for new shows, so hubby saw how i met your mother, i asked them to turn my bed so i could see it, they did but lectured me and said they'd have to move it back when it was time to deliver (DUH!) lol. the new show "big bang theory" started next, i felt the weirdest contraction it was finally number than the other ones where i was still holding the bed rail and crying (yes with the epi) but something was happening. i banged on the nurse buzzer and said somethings' going on, there is way more pain and pressure and someone needs to get in here. eventually (probably 5-10 minutes later) someone came in and said its the baby moving down, when you are having more steady pain we'll check you.. that ticked me off again - are you serious???
so, next contraction, it was there and wasn't' going away. I banged on teh nurse call button again and said someone needs to come in here NOW. so, after another waiting period, someone came and i said LOTS of pressure and pain! so they turned me over to my back check and said a baby's coming. they moved my bed back, we turned off the tv and i began the biggest marathon of pushing ever.
Several times i said i couldn't' do it, i screamed and because i was doing that, it wasn't pushing. when he was starting to crown, they had me reach down and feel (that was weird!) and i pushed and pushed and pushed, his head finally came out, but then his shoulders were next. i pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and pushed and they finally came out, then i had to push again to get that belly out! lol. two pushes later, he was born. They laid him on my chest. he was pale, so i started rubbing him like they showed on tv. they let me do that for a minute or so, then took him to the warmer. they roughly rubbed him and started to get him to pink up and finally give a weak cry. they kept it up and he finally got mad and made a strong cry.
I got him back a few minutes later after they checked for tears and got the placenta out. No tears, no cuts! And he nursed... and nursed, and nursed, lol. for an hour!
So, my little 7lb 19 inch guy wanted out then took his time, but he's here and loved very much.
sorry it took me a while to write this, and sorry that it took so long to write it! (i actually left out more!) thanks for reading.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Rambling About Age...
In two weeks I will be 35… I know it’s not old. It just seems so “twilight zone-ish.” I feel like I’ve not actually had all my 35 years sometimes.. it's like suddenly I’ve aged without knowing. My babies are going to be 3 and 5 soon. That doesn’t seem to be real either.. feel like I have a million thoughts in my head going a trillion miles an hour and it’s like hard to keep up with everything.
Sad thing is, I didn’t’ have this much “trouble” accepting turning 30… that was a cake walk. This milestone is just like a HEY did know you are aging quickly? Sometimes I feel like HS was just a few years ago and sometimes I feel like it was another life ago. There are so many things that I had planned on doing in my life. And its like, umm your life is moving, you had better catch up!
Yep, just rambling for now… lol. It’s just unreal for me; still not sure why. I’ve always believed age was just a number. But now that I’ve hit a number that is apparently something that bothers me, lol.
Anyways, just a ramble.. :D
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Just a joke
Got this in an email from a great friend. Made me laugh alot. :) Enjoy, especially my southern belles :)
The first man married a woman from OHIO . He told her that she was to do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put away.
The second man married a woman from MICHIGAN . He gave his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man married a girl from THE SOUTH. He ordered her to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still has some difficulty when he urinates.
The first man married a woman from OHIO . He told her that she was to do the dishes and house cleaning. It took a couple of days, but on the third day, he came home to see a clean house and dishes washed and put away.
The second man married a woman from MICHIGAN . He gave his wife orders that she was to do all the cleaning, dishes and the cooking. The first day he didn't see any results, but the next day he saw it was better. By the third day, he saw his house was clean, the dishes were done and there was a huge dinner on the table.
The third man married a girl from THE SOUTH. He ordered her to keep the house cleaned, dishes washed, lawn mowed, laundry washed, and hot meals on the table for every meal. He said the first day he didn't see anything, the second day he didn't see anything but by the third day, some of the swelling had gone down and he could see a little out of his left eye, and his arm was healed enough that he could fix himself a sandwich and load the dishwasher. He still has some difficulty when he urinates.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Going Back To School
I am going back to college! for now its just online classes, not that those are easier. For now, that's what i have to do. I am very nervous about it. 3 classes and i can contact the teachers but its pretty much self motivated.... EEEK!
17 years since graduation, 16 since i was last in school...
Oh well, must dive in sometime! here i go!!
***Splash****
17 years since graduation, 16 since i was last in school...
Oh well, must dive in sometime! here i go!!
***Splash****
In Memorandum
Sitting down to write this tribute to Anna, i know it will be lacking. i know there are things about her that i will never know, things that i have never seen, such as her face when she laughs, the eyes lighting up when she speaks of her kids, the sound of her laughter. I just know that i have to say good bye to a good friend, one I've never met in person, only online, yet she's closer than some of the people that i do know in real life.
She was a wonderful mother, devoted, loving wife and a great friend. She was a part of our RCC gals. She was a part of the Jan 06 BBC ladies. She was our goofy. She will be missed.
Such a simple procedure went so wrong, and now she's gone, leaving a gaping hole in peoples hearts and lives. She was someone that people enjoyed talking to, someone who exuded joy.
She had 3 handsome boys and one beautiful girl. All very young, she was very young. This is a tragedy that can't be undone, one that will leave marks on all involved. I know she passed her strength on to her children and that they will not forget her but they will know she's watching them from heaven and she will always love them and be proud of them.
I pray that in time that the ache in their hearts will ease and they will be comforted that she is watching over them from heaven.
I know its hard to understand why things happen, but I know God has a plan and its hard to understand his plans when we can't see what he can see. What we see is that its unfair that she had to go through everything she's been through in the last year +, only to leave too soon.
I am not adequate to write this for her, i just want to say that she is loved and will be missed very much.
RIP dear Anna, you are loved and will be missed!!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Pumpkin Brownies MMMMMMm
Pumpkin White Chip Brownies
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What do you do with pureed pumpkin besides the standard pumpkin pie? I make all manner of dishes, from sweet to savory. These brownies (almost blondies) are moist and delicious, and perfect for cool fall days.
Ingredients 2 cups pumpkin puree
1 cup oil
4 eggs
3/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup white sugar
2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon baking soda
1 teaspoon baking powder
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1 cup white chocolate chips
1 cup peanut butter chips
1 cup walnuts, chopped
- Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.
- In a large bowl combine pumpkin, oil, sugars and eggs. Mix well. Add remaining dry ingredients and stir until well combined. Add chips and stir until well distributed.
- Pour into a greased 9-by-13 inch baking pan. Bake for 30 to 35 minutes or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Public Womens Restrooms
When you visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern 'seat covers' (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR! ), ya nk down your pants, and assume ' The Stance.'
In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold 'The Stance.'
To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, 'Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!'
Your thighs shake more.
You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 'Occupied!' you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny,20 crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, 'You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get..'
By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.
At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, 'Here, you just might need this.'
As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, 'What took you so long and why is your purse hanging around your neck?'
This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!
This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!
A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable, Always Lifts You Up, Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging
Friday, April 17, 2009
Little Miracles
So, continuing my fiasco with the fish, lol.
Less than two weeks ago the Betta's tanks started to get grimy after a few days. so i changed their dishes and tried everything i could to "clean them up." Well, that wasn't working that well. So i had one Betta in a regular Betta container, and the other one in a smaller one. Thought nothing of it, just went on about my life, making sure they didn't' die.
One night, i was up on the couch on the computer, thinking i should go to bed... and i heard this CRASH... it was insane... i knew it was one of the dishes, cause taz ran out and fast and i heard the water... i was like OH NO!
So i ran in and yep, it was the smaller Betta dish (who KNEW it could hold so much water!) cracked, water everywhere. But where was the Betta?? I didn't' find it, chased the cat down, no signs of the fish... hmmm.. So i was bummed, dang it! the cat ate him! So i went back to the couch and kind of moped a little bit.
I got ready to go to bed, an hour, probably closer to an hour and a half later... went in the kitchen, there was my beautiful blue Betta on the ground. :( So i grabbed a paper towel to throw it away and when i picked it up, it started moving!! I was like OMG its still alive! So i quickly cleaned out a dish for him to be in, tossed the water conditioner/cleaner stuff in it and hoped that it would be OK and put him in it ASAP.
I was Stunned. there was NO place that there was any water, especially not enough water for him to live in... but there he was swimming around ALIVE... I was like, well, if he makes it over night, then he's golden. and here it is a week later (feels like much longer) and he's still alive!
Its amazing to me how God gives little miracles now and then. :)
Less than two weeks ago the Betta's tanks started to get grimy after a few days. so i changed their dishes and tried everything i could to "clean them up." Well, that wasn't working that well. So i had one Betta in a regular Betta container, and the other one in a smaller one. Thought nothing of it, just went on about my life, making sure they didn't' die.
One night, i was up on the couch on the computer, thinking i should go to bed... and i heard this CRASH... it was insane... i knew it was one of the dishes, cause taz ran out and fast and i heard the water... i was like OH NO!
So i ran in and yep, it was the smaller Betta dish (who KNEW it could hold so much water!) cracked, water everywhere. But where was the Betta?? I didn't' find it, chased the cat down, no signs of the fish... hmmm.. So i was bummed, dang it! the cat ate him! So i went back to the couch and kind of moped a little bit.
I got ready to go to bed, an hour, probably closer to an hour and a half later... went in the kitchen, there was my beautiful blue Betta on the ground. :( So i grabbed a paper towel to throw it away and when i picked it up, it started moving!! I was like OMG its still alive! So i quickly cleaned out a dish for him to be in, tossed the water conditioner/cleaner stuff in it and hoped that it would be OK and put him in it ASAP.
I was Stunned. there was NO place that there was any water, especially not enough water for him to live in... but there he was swimming around ALIVE... I was like, well, if he makes it over night, then he's golden. and here it is a week later (feels like much longer) and he's still alive!
Its amazing to me how God gives little miracles now and then. :)
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