"Thank God for Men"

Thank God for Men! I hadn't "thought that thought" or said that line for so many years that when I saw it in print on Face Book I just sat there and starred at it. Thank God for Men! Humm. I really never had that experience in a positive manner. Of course possibly due to improper chosing or "re-incarnation repair," I really don't know and also do not wish to rehash. But just maybe I should start saying that more often. I tried Match.com. Good God that was a mess. I tried and paid for E-Harmony. That was ridiculous. If I wanted to travel hours for a date it may have been fine. I kept telling Match.com, NO WATER men, and only send the ones within 30-50 miles. They didn't listen and kept taking my money. And I never got the man that cost me $200+. I suppose that would have been considered a cheap date anyway. They say its what you put into it....yet for me the buck stopped there. I think I should be able to find a free man. If I hurry up that is. Time is taking whatever it wants to, even though the battle is on between us. Time and myself that is. Heck I could have had a half of a botox treatment for that $200+. Nevermind...and I almost said, "They aren't worth it." Men that is.... I have to start saying, "Thank God for Men." Good Men I should add. I do miss a good man. I think I can remember one or two whether merely passing by or maybe they stopped to say hi. Men can do good things. Move furniture. I'll think of more. Maybe later...time to go to work.

My Scale is Possessed

As you all know I found a little Pomeranian/Chihuahua at the Humane Society two years and one month ago! And we have not been apart since. No healthy but fact. I am working with a dog trainer to desensitize her, Gracie, to a variety of life issues. Such as nail clipping, eating dog food instead of taco's and pizza, and knowing I will return if she is left alone. There to fore, she has not been spayed or had her million dollar teeth work yet. Because I have to leave her overnight at the clinic. Back to why my scale is possessed. Because it cost me several hundred dollars today. Grace has not been eating in her normal fashion for about two weeks. I was starting to get concerned about this. Although she would eat Duck jerky...humm, which gives her loosie goosie stoolie's! Today I came home from work and decide I will weigh the little dog. I get on the scale, it tells me what I weigh, omg! Then I weigh her and I. And here is the rest of the story.........
We get to clinic. She is shaking like a terrified Chihuahua. We talk, they do stool tests for worms, they take blood for many various issues, give her a rabies shot, walk around behind her and I with a cup attached to a long wand trying to get urine of which she would have no part of, then we talk more, they take her temperature... They WEIGHED HER! She weighed 6.9 ounces. My scale on the other hand is possessed! It told me she lost 3 pounds...when in fact she didn't. And furthermore.....I did not drama this mess either. She hasn't been eating normally or as usual. Vet gives me some pepcid AC ($5.00 at the store) and revolution for cats ears and Grace and I leave. It is late, almost five so I am going to eat my other half sandwich from lunch. And you better know I was hungry considering I had only eaten half a sandwich, chips, and some Dove Chocolate! Grace is starring at me with that "want my food stare" I haven't seen for awhile. So I chew a piece and give it to her. She EATS IT! IN FACT SHE ATE MOST OF MY SANDWICH AND MY CHIPS. My dog and my scale are possessed...trying to take my $$. Can you believe it ....I am in no mood. p.s. the scale is in the trash. The dog is in my lap on a heating pad. She seems a little down from her rabies shot or just plain tuckered out. Well ditto on that.

I Could Be Like Rachael Ray....

I could be like Rachael Ray, if I gained a few pounds and talked louder that is. Maybe having a few good connections works too. Even so.... Everyone puts recipe's and cooking on their blogs and I never have. I rather do life recipe's of what not to do even if it's too late. So today I shall share the last homemade chicken soup from my 84 year old Father's garden. Not the soup, the ingrede's. While I was preparing the soup I was snacking on Grandpa's (Dad's) yummie Squash that is out of this world sweet, no sugar added, organic, and fresh as a bad boy. Less the organic on the bad boy of course. The dog even liked it. Huge carrots, beautiful potatoes, onions, (I bought the celery) Range Chicken breasts and sea salt with Grandma's dry broth mix. No bull cubes please eeeww. This soup cures all, just ask anyone that has rec'd it while ill. Maybe its the love its sent with, or maybe it really is the combination of ingredients. I just know it works. I used my George Foreman grill for the chicken breasts, and my dumplings usually are called Giblets from my Granny's old German recipe, but today I used Bisquick...or however you spell it. I use Bis-quick once every two years so I am not up on the spelling....I am up on the how bad it is for me. After the soup cools I will transfer it to clean saved GLASS pickle jars for easy transport and no BHA or BJS or whatever that is in plastic that kills when it comes in contact with heat. No killing with plastic around here. Enjoy the healing soup... It is amazing.

Cody Ogden, Son # 3

I was checking in on the daily happenings at Face Book U.S.A. or is it world? I happened to see a link to the above and here: http://www.dcdphotography.net/p736538202/slideshow Why didn't anyone tell the Mom. The Mom gets sooo excited when new headshots come out. So this is a bit of Mom drama on blogger.

Happy Birthday to ME....

Happy Birthday. That must mean I am to be happy today because many decades ago I was born on 11-22 at 12-22p.m. Which means I should, by all numerological definitions, be happier, have more, as well as have changed the world somehow. You see those are master numbers, according to the Greek Pythagoras who discovered the correlation between letters and numbers of which I have found to be amazing. Except for my own. Just kidding because I do have amazing numbers. 87649...that means in my soul I wish to master money and sometimes make myself a victim...(eewww I knew that) It means my personality is a loner, psychic, enjoying deja vu's. A more important number tells me I am a natural Mother, of people and animals. Next is the number that says I need security! No lie on that one. And the last and most important is that I am a humanitarian, a giver. If I am not giving I am not happy. And I do not do it to make anyone like me duh! Along with the ability to be an executive leader. Wonder when that will happen.....
So I am spending the day with my Grandest Granddaughter at the mall. We will be having a bourbon chicken Chinese lunch after looking at serious face cremes and a new cell phone with GPS....and who knows what else..oh yes, kitty litter! Basically just another day. Am I glad I was born. I have no choice so of course I am. So for my birthday I am asking for a "kewl" new truck for my middle son Cody! Perfect health for my only daughter. Freedom for my oldest son. And a new place for me to live also... Been here too long....6 years. Sometimes a new and refreshing area is good. L.A. would be great, but not time yet I guess. Unless I win my lotto numbers 4 - 12 - 13 - 21 - 22.....all my children's birth dates as well as mine. Because its always been them and I. Is that proper grammar? Who cares. Oh and I am sure I was born into the wrong family and or adopted. Ha!

Bear Lady

As you all know by now Maria and I have nicknames for some of our clients. Cant help it, tried, but it just is what it is.... For instance, Goldfish lady if you recall kept the dead family goldfish in a bowl in the corner of the family tub for six months easy! Then there is Candyman who has bags and bags and bags of candy, not cookies or cake, CANDY next to his bed, next to his easy chair and TV, on his workstation, and all about the kitchen counter!! Seriously. Then there is psycho bia-tcha who cant do confrontation but can holler and then run to her bedroom. Seriously again. Recall the Analyst? Or is that Annalist humm? The client that sees dust where there is none.... sort of like an anorexic that sees fat when there is NONE! SAME THING different sight seeing. Also we have dog lady, marble lady, and today is Bear Ladies day... But before I go there let me say Maria and I adore most all these people. They are kind, loving, hard working, lovely people. We just cant help but nickname them according to their ways of life. God only knows what they would nickname us. OK back to Bear Lady...and I don't mean bare naked! She loves stuffed teddy bears and has them all over her gorgeous condo. She has elegant furniture and artwork all amongst the bears. Big bears, little bears, dressed bears, picture frame bears, her own dog named Lil Bear, anything you can think of bear. They are in the bathrooms, the living room, the bedrooms, the office, and they even have their own room, The Bear Room. I took a few pictures and seriously I mean only a few!! I could have used a roll as they used to say in the old days. Now its, "I could have used the entire time on a Sony canon battery!" But as I said, I only took a few. Enjoy! And do believe me when I say there are at least 600 bears in that Condo.... Its quite a cushy place if you like being cushy with Teddy's. Do you think they each have a name?

The Wooden Heart

I found this on the kitchen hardwood floor of one of my clients homes. A heart! If I were a young couple looking for a home and I spotted this heart right in the heart of a kitchen, I would have bought the house too! Isn't it amazing and love-ly?