She took this photo of herself. It's 1 out of 1,496,752 that she has taken. 'Cause that is what you do now.
I thought it was a good shot and thought I'd share.
Monday, August 25, 2008
My Girl
She took this photo of herself. It's 1 out of 1,496,752 that she has taken. 'Cause that is what you do now.
I thought it was a good shot and thought I'd share.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The New You - For a Price
Is anyone else sick of being blasted with tv commercials for the new and improved you?
Its rare that you can watch a program on tv without watching several of these completely irritating commercials. You know them.
"Bow Flex", probably the longest commercial. Ever. SO irritating. Hearing this guy talk about giving his fat clothes to his fat friends. Bet his "fat friends" love how they are acknowledged. Its seriously a never ending commercial. Guys with abs that are ripped and shiny. Now that is something you see everyday. On this ridiculously long commercial. I think we all agree on this one.
Guys without that type of body probably don't like that "in your face" type of advertising.
"NutriSystem", another annoying commercial. They even have Billy Jean, the old tennis pro, telling how even SHE can do it, so YOU can do it. Its the same thing, over and over. "Pasta, burgers and chocolate". They all lost the magical 40 pounds. Its that easy. Yeah, right.
Anyone with weight to lose probably loves this "in your face" type of advertising. I especially love it when I'm eating a bowl of ice cream when it comes on. I want to throw my bowl at the tv.
"Bosley", the fix for balding men. Now I admit, I don't see this too often, but I cringe to think of the balding men that would most likely love to have their hair back, but #1 can they afford it and #2 does it really work like they say? The men on the commercial boast about running a comb through their now thick head of hair! Really?
I'm not balding and it makes me uncomfortable watching it.
"Pro Active", the acne treatment that magically makes all acne disappear! Jessica Simpson is proof! Yeah, right. If it was that easy, my son would'nt have had to spend so much time and money on treatment with a dermatologist.
I'm also sick of "Angie's List" commercials. These are not about self-improvement, but about letting people know about different home services out there. I'm really sick of the one with the lady who has her trusted plumber at her house and she is running late from work, but unfortunately, no one told her 2 year old papillon Molly. WHO CARES! Most people know someone that knows someone who is a plumber. Don't need Angie's List, thank you very much.
How about "Head On", which I don't see as much anymore. That commercial made me want to throw my remote at the tv when it came on. "Head On" "Head On" "Head On". It probably said that no less than 10 times in each commercial. Makes me want to write to the their corporate offices to let them know that I will purposely NEVER buy their product due to the fact that their commercials are most annoying.
Oh! I can't believe I almost forgot about this one.
The moving/dancing/flashing ads that appear on web pages. You know 'em. They get your attention by having their cartoonish girls dancing in their dumb ads. A girl dancing all over, so you'll look at the MORTGAGE ad. Another dancing so you'll look at the car insurance ad. Its seriously annoying. Again, I want to let these people know that I will not entertain the idea of checking out their offer due to the annoyance of their ads.
So there.
Maybe I watch too much tv.
Its rare that you can watch a program on tv without watching several of these completely irritating commercials. You know them.
"Bow Flex", probably the longest commercial. Ever. SO irritating. Hearing this guy talk about giving his fat clothes to his fat friends. Bet his "fat friends" love how they are acknowledged. Its seriously a never ending commercial. Guys with abs that are ripped and shiny. Now that is something you see everyday. On this ridiculously long commercial. I think we all agree on this one.
Guys without that type of body probably don't like that "in your face" type of advertising.
"NutriSystem", another annoying commercial. They even have Billy Jean, the old tennis pro, telling how even SHE can do it, so YOU can do it. Its the same thing, over and over. "Pasta, burgers and chocolate". They all lost the magical 40 pounds. Its that easy. Yeah, right.
Anyone with weight to lose probably loves this "in your face" type of advertising. I especially love it when I'm eating a bowl of ice cream when it comes on. I want to throw my bowl at the tv.
"Bosley", the fix for balding men. Now I admit, I don't see this too often, but I cringe to think of the balding men that would most likely love to have their hair back, but #1 can they afford it and #2 does it really work like they say? The men on the commercial boast about running a comb through their now thick head of hair! Really?
I'm not balding and it makes me uncomfortable watching it.
"Pro Active", the acne treatment that magically makes all acne disappear! Jessica Simpson is proof! Yeah, right. If it was that easy, my son would'nt have had to spend so much time and money on treatment with a dermatologist.
I'm also sick of "Angie's List" commercials. These are not about self-improvement, but about letting people know about different home services out there. I'm really sick of the one with the lady who has her trusted plumber at her house and she is running late from work, but unfortunately, no one told her 2 year old papillon Molly. WHO CARES! Most people know someone that knows someone who is a plumber. Don't need Angie's List, thank you very much.
How about "Head On", which I don't see as much anymore. That commercial made me want to throw my remote at the tv when it came on. "Head On" "Head On" "Head On". It probably said that no less than 10 times in each commercial. Makes me want to write to the their corporate offices to let them know that I will purposely NEVER buy their product due to the fact that their commercials are most annoying.
Oh! I can't believe I almost forgot about this one.
The moving/dancing/flashing ads that appear on web pages. You know 'em. They get your attention by having their cartoonish girls dancing in their dumb ads. A girl dancing all over, so you'll look at the MORTGAGE ad. Another dancing so you'll look at the car insurance ad. Its seriously annoying. Again, I want to let these people know that I will not entertain the idea of checking out their offer due to the annoyance of their ads.
So there.
Maybe I watch too much tv.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Brenda's Testimony
This week a woman came into my work to start the process of getting a monument for her husband. He died tragically exactly one year ago.
Dennis was an iron worker and was on the job when disaster struck. Someone didn't support a heavy steel beam the way that it should have been supported and as Dennis walked just under it, the beam fell and struck him in the back of the neck. He died four days later when they took him off life support. He was 49.
Brenda has paid extra to hold onto his cell phone with his outgoing message still announcing, "This is Dennis, leave a message". She said that she knows the Lord is working in her to let go, but at this time she and the family still likes to be able to hear his voice.
We had a beautiful conversation that afternoon, the last hour of my workday. Brenda told me how she was saved at the age of eighteen. It was the day of prom and she had been invited to go to church with a friend of hers. She decided to accept her friend's invitation instead of going to her prom. A quaint little baptist church, she recalled. It was that night, when she went home, that she gave her heart to the Lord. She said that she had been a smoker and immediately threw them all away. He began immediately working in her life.
She married at a young age and had a little baby boy. A couple of years into her first marriage, her husband was killed in an auto accident. She was thankful that she had the Lord in her life. He is what got her through that.
She met and married Dennis when her son was seven years old. Dennis had two children of his own from a previous marriage. Adam and Sarah. Dennis also knew the Lord.
Tragedy struck this family six years before Dennis' own fatal accident. His son Adam was killed when he fell asleep at the wheel and struck a tree.
Brenda has had to stand by and watch three of her loved ones die. All in tragic accidents. Its more than one can bear.
That is when she said, "Its ONLY with the Lord's help that I have managed to get through it all".
What an amazing testimony she has.
She quoted Romans 8:28, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose".
God Bless you Brenda.
Dennis was an iron worker and was on the job when disaster struck. Someone didn't support a heavy steel beam the way that it should have been supported and as Dennis walked just under it, the beam fell and struck him in the back of the neck. He died four days later when they took him off life support. He was 49.
Brenda has paid extra to hold onto his cell phone with his outgoing message still announcing, "This is Dennis, leave a message". She said that she knows the Lord is working in her to let go, but at this time she and the family still likes to be able to hear his voice.
We had a beautiful conversation that afternoon, the last hour of my workday. Brenda told me how she was saved at the age of eighteen. It was the day of prom and she had been invited to go to church with a friend of hers. She decided to accept her friend's invitation instead of going to her prom. A quaint little baptist church, she recalled. It was that night, when she went home, that she gave her heart to the Lord. She said that she had been a smoker and immediately threw them all away. He began immediately working in her life.
She married at a young age and had a little baby boy. A couple of years into her first marriage, her husband was killed in an auto accident. She was thankful that she had the Lord in her life. He is what got her through that.
She met and married Dennis when her son was seven years old. Dennis had two children of his own from a previous marriage. Adam and Sarah. Dennis also knew the Lord.
Tragedy struck this family six years before Dennis' own fatal accident. His son Adam was killed when he fell asleep at the wheel and struck a tree.
Brenda has had to stand by and watch three of her loved ones die. All in tragic accidents. Its more than one can bear.
That is when she said, "Its ONLY with the Lord's help that I have managed to get through it all".
What an amazing testimony she has.
She quoted Romans 8:28, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose".
God Bless you Brenda.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
We Shred - Coming to a Town Near You
I met Janelle back in the winter of 2005. At my former place of employment, I had placed an ad for seasonal help and she was one of a long list of respondents. I called her in for an interview. After a few minutes of chatting with her, I knew immediately that we would become fast friends. She had a super cute hairstyle and perfectly applied lipstick. That is how you KNOW. You just do.
I was supposed to hire seasonal help. People that could perform or be trained to perform tasks that helped us through tax season. Copying, fiing, answering the phone, process tax returns..ect.
Little did I know, this new employee would become one of my best friends, we would go through H-E-double toothpicks in that office together and fly the coop. Thelma and Louise.
Don't get me wrong. The first year was awesome! We had so much fun in that office. Our boss was cool, although sometimes quirky, and we would take in yummy chicken bowls at KFC or the #8 "Swee & Sar Chick" at the local chinese place as we stayed into the late hour giggling and listening to K-Love really loud, all while doing the tax season routine.
One night, it was just her and I. We were probably slap happy tired. I think we were shredding some papers and somehow ended up talking about flying the coop and opening up our own shredding company. We would get a big truck, drive around to big offices and shred away. For some reason, this was HALARIOUS to us.
As I drove to the gas station yesterday morning, stopping to get a car wash before continuing on to work, I seen this big truck with the iShred logo on it. If Janelle wasn't on vacation on an African Safari, I would've called her. It made me think of her and I. The "team" we once were as fellow employees. Our pipe dream. The new "we shred" dream team. Super fun.
I miss those times. Only the good ones though, not the horrid ones.
Maybe someday Janelle, maybe someday.
For now, thanks for being a super-fun-friend.
I was supposed to hire seasonal help. People that could perform or be trained to perform tasks that helped us through tax season. Copying, fiing, answering the phone, process tax returns..ect.
Little did I know, this new employee would become one of my best friends, we would go through H-E-double toothpicks in that office together and fly the coop. Thelma and Louise.
Don't get me wrong. The first year was awesome! We had so much fun in that office. Our boss was cool, although sometimes quirky, and we would take in yummy chicken bowls at KFC or the #8 "Swee & Sar Chick" at the local chinese place as we stayed into the late hour giggling and listening to K-Love really loud, all while doing the tax season routine.
One night, it was just her and I. We were probably slap happy tired. I think we were shredding some papers and somehow ended up talking about flying the coop and opening up our own shredding company. We would get a big truck, drive around to big offices and shred away. For some reason, this was HALARIOUS to us.
As I drove to the gas station yesterday morning, stopping to get a car wash before continuing on to work, I seen this big truck with the iShred logo on it. If Janelle wasn't on vacation on an African Safari, I would've called her. It made me think of her and I. The "team" we once were as fellow employees. Our pipe dream. The new "we shred" dream team. Super fun.
I miss those times. Only the good ones though, not the horrid ones.
Maybe someday Janelle, maybe someday.
For now, thanks for being a super-fun-friend.
Friday, August 15, 2008
John & Shari Plus 4
Pretty much everyone knows the show "Jon & Kate Plus 8". For those of you who are in the minority and do not know about it, its a show on TLC that shows a real life couple who had twin girls and then, wanting one more child and with the help of IVF, had SIX more! Not six single births -- SIX at the SAME time. Total amount of children = twin girls along with three boys/three girls/sextuplets.
John and I are pretty much addicted to watching it. It definitely makes our lives seem like a breeze.
This weekend, our family is watching our home videos, hence the title. John came up with the cleverness of it. Isn't he clever? Except it doesn't rhyme like the tv show's charming title.
The similarities with the TLC show and our family is pretty limited.
Both the husband's/dad's names are John/Jon.
Kate is older than Jon, by about two years I think. I'm only about 8 weeks older than my John.
They have three boys. We have three boys. But ours were obviously not born at the same time, like theirs.
Both their family and our family have more than the typical two/three children families in America. But again, our family does not have mulitiples.
It seems that they, like us, attend an Assembly of God based church.
That is where the similarities end.
Jon seems to be second in command most of the time. I like to act like I'm in command, but when it comes right down to it...okay, I am. Just kidding. I'm not. I don't want to be. Okay, maybe sometimes.
Anyhoo.
Kate is a perfectionist. I certainly am not.
John and I had single birth children, spaced apart by two to three years. A boy, then another boy, a girl and then another boy. Each. By. Themself. Easy.
Their family is on tv, for all the world to see. To enjoy. And pick apart. Ours is not.
What would make people want to watch my family? I'm not sure. Probably nothing. Only other family members and close friends would be possibly interested. Even then, their attention span would probably be limited. Pop in one of those "old" home videos and I am glued. Then I start shouting out to each child as they are displayed on the screen, "Oh look! You were so cute!" "I remember when you used to do that, do you remember?" "John, you remember that, huh?" "Ohhhhh!!!!" "Listen to your voices!" and on and on. For the most part, the kids enjoy watching themselves, but certainly don't relate to it like their mother does.
Time to break out the popcorn and somehow hook up the dust covered VCR.
...We really need to have them transferred to DVD.
John and I are pretty much addicted to watching it. It definitely makes our lives seem like a breeze.
This weekend, our family is watching our home videos, hence the title. John came up with the cleverness of it. Isn't he clever? Except it doesn't rhyme like the tv show's charming title.
The similarities with the TLC show and our family is pretty limited.
Both the husband's/dad's names are John/Jon.
Kate is older than Jon, by about two years I think. I'm only about 8 weeks older than my John.
They have three boys. We have three boys. But ours were obviously not born at the same time, like theirs.
Both their family and our family have more than the typical two/three children families in America. But again, our family does not have mulitiples.
It seems that they, like us, attend an Assembly of God based church.
That is where the similarities end.
Jon seems to be second in command most of the time. I like to act like I'm in command, but when it comes right down to it...okay, I am. Just kidding. I'm not. I don't want to be. Okay, maybe sometimes.
Anyhoo.
Kate is a perfectionist. I certainly am not.
John and I had single birth children, spaced apart by two to three years. A boy, then another boy, a girl and then another boy. Each. By. Themself. Easy.
Their family is on tv, for all the world to see. To enjoy. And pick apart. Ours is not.
What would make people want to watch my family? I'm not sure. Probably nothing. Only other family members and close friends would be possibly interested. Even then, their attention span would probably be limited. Pop in one of those "old" home videos and I am glued. Then I start shouting out to each child as they are displayed on the screen, "Oh look! You were so cute!" "I remember when you used to do that, do you remember?" "John, you remember that, huh?" "Ohhhhh!!!!" "Listen to your voices!" and on and on. For the most part, the kids enjoy watching themselves, but certainly don't relate to it like their mother does.
Time to break out the popcorn and somehow hook up the dust covered VCR.
...We really need to have them transferred to DVD.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Remembering Allison
Today I got up and thought about what I was going to do today.
It's my day off!
Did I want to squeeze a lot in one day, or just sit back and relax, maybe doing a few needed chores.
Today, Beth also got up.
It's a dreaded day for her.
Two years ago today, her beautiful daughter, Allison Paige, lost her fight in a battle against an autoimmune liver disease. She was thirteen years old.
A little older than Rachel is now.
Allison was an active young girl, involved in the JV pom-pon squad, played in the orchestra and was beginning marching band. She had her whole life ahead of her. She was so loved by her mom, dad, sister and brother.
They miss her terribly.
Please say a prayer for this family. Their hearts are broken.
It's my day off!
Did I want to squeeze a lot in one day, or just sit back and relax, maybe doing a few needed chores.
Today, Beth also got up.
It's a dreaded day for her.
Two years ago today, her beautiful daughter, Allison Paige, lost her fight in a battle against an autoimmune liver disease. She was thirteen years old.
A little older than Rachel is now.
Allison was an active young girl, involved in the JV pom-pon squad, played in the orchestra and was beginning marching band. She had her whole life ahead of her. She was so loved by her mom, dad, sister and brother.
They miss her terribly.
Please say a prayer for this family. Their hearts are broken.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Random Thoughts
I have a headache.
I'm tired.
I wish I could've lost twenty more pounds by now.
I'm glad tomorrow = day off.
I want Micah.
I have a love/hate relationship with white chocolate pretzels, since making them for Stephen's open house.
I am addicted to reading other people's blogs.
I wish my kids were little again (sorry, beating that old drum again).
I miss some of my old friends that I haven't spoken to...in a long time.
I am sick of doing laundry and cleaning my house.
Really sick of it.
I wish I had a maid.
And a cook.
I want to go on vacation again.
I want to always be on vacation.
I can't believe school is starting in three weeks.
I wish everyone I knew or came in contact with would understand and accept God's plan of salvation. Just everybody for that matter.
I love Jesus.
I love singing worship songs to Him.
I love hearing a new song that I immediately fall in love with, and how excited I get when its played on the radio.
I am grateful for everything that I have.
I love my kids so dang much!
My dogs are dirty, they need a bath.
I wish people on the road weren't so rude.
There is so much evil in this world.
But there is so much good too.
Good wins in the end by the way.
Time to go...
I'm tired.
I wish I could've lost twenty more pounds by now.
I'm glad tomorrow = day off.
I want Micah.
I have a love/hate relationship with white chocolate pretzels, since making them for Stephen's open house.
I am addicted to reading other people's blogs.
I wish my kids were little again (sorry, beating that old drum again).
I miss some of my old friends that I haven't spoken to...in a long time.
I am sick of doing laundry and cleaning my house.
Really sick of it.
I wish I had a maid.
And a cook.
I want to go on vacation again.
I want to always be on vacation.
I can't believe school is starting in three weeks.
I wish everyone I knew or came in contact with would understand and accept God's plan of salvation. Just everybody for that matter.
I love Jesus.
I love singing worship songs to Him.
I love hearing a new song that I immediately fall in love with, and how excited I get when its played on the radio.
I am grateful for everything that I have.
I love my kids so dang much!
My dogs are dirty, they need a bath.
I wish people on the road weren't so rude.
There is so much evil in this world.
But there is so much good too.
Good wins in the end by the way.
Time to go...
Summer 1996
John's mom gave me some pictures again. I briefly looked through some of them last night and couldn't resist sharing these from a camping trip.
Do you see Matthew in the background....it looks like he is gargling his squeeze-it juice! I am quite sure that is what he was doing. That was SO him.
A time when the boys looked and fussed over "sissy".
My little boy...
Once again, I gasp at the time that has gone by.
Do you see Matthew in the background....it looks like he is gargling his squeeze-it juice! I am quite sure that is what he was doing. That was SO him.
A time when the boys looked and fussed over "sissy".
My little boy...
Once again, I gasp at the time that has gone by.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Goodbye Cletus
Dear Cletus,
I heard that you are going away.
Say it ain't so.
What are we going to do without you?
You are remarkably talented...in your own special, hillbilly-bathrobe-wearing way.
Who will carry the plunger (torch)?
Please come back to visit us soon.
We will miss you.
We will miss you.
We will miss you.
We will miss you terribly.
Aero-who?
John and I have found ourselves listening on occasion to a radio station that plays a variety of "old" music. We especially enjoy some tunes from the 80's. Takes us back. This also reminds me of my own parents' love for listening to their "old" music back when I was a teenager. I couldn't relate to their love of that old, dated stuff.
Fast forward to the other night, Rachel and I driving home together.
The song "Angel" by Aerosmith is playing. I'm singing the parts that I remember. Rachel can barely stand it and has her hand on the button, ready to change it at any moment. Except that she knows that I'll probably smack her hand and turn it back, so she doesn't. It's posed there as a clear reminder for me to turn it, NOW!
The station is one that shows the artist and title on your car stereo. Usually, either just the title or artist remains for a long time before the other shows up. So it said "Angel" for awhile.
I'm singing along and then the artist's name comes across, "Aerosmith".
Rachel goes, "WHO the heck is that?"
I am cracking up.
Fast forward to the other night, Rachel and I driving home together.
The song "Angel" by Aerosmith is playing. I'm singing the parts that I remember. Rachel can barely stand it and has her hand on the button, ready to change it at any moment. Except that she knows that I'll probably smack her hand and turn it back, so she doesn't. It's posed there as a clear reminder for me to turn it, NOW!
The station is one that shows the artist and title on your car stereo. Usually, either just the title or artist remains for a long time before the other shows up. So it said "Angel" for awhile.
I'm singing along and then the artist's name comes across, "Aerosmith".
Rachel goes, "WHO the heck is that?"
I am cracking up.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Zoo Animals
Kristie and I took Daniel, Johnny, Rachel and Alec to the Toledo Zoo. We also stayed at a new Holiday Inn that has an awesome indoor water park. We had a blast!
We were very impressed with how nice this zoo was. Our favorites were: the aquarium (fabulous), watching the mama polar bear with her two young 'ens up close and the monkeys, who never cease to amaze me. How they lovingly care for one another, they are so cute and fascinating to watch.
Kristie and I weren't sure if we were going to do the whole water park thing. Once we seen the kids in action, we decided to get our suits on and go for it. So glad we did. Three hours of splashing, floating and going through the water tubes was so much fun. We were laughing so much! We climbed the four flights of stairs on the tower over and over to go down the yellow tube, which was very long and actually went outside before coming back into the building.
This big red "bowl" was at the end of the red tube. None of us were brave enough to end up swirling into the bowl before plunging into the pool...except Rachel. Big surprise. My brave girl. She loved it.
Lastly, a picture of our room...disaster! Who cared, not us.
We were very impressed with how nice this zoo was. Our favorites were: the aquarium (fabulous), watching the mama polar bear with her two young 'ens up close and the monkeys, who never cease to amaze me. How they lovingly care for one another, they are so cute and fascinating to watch.
Kristie and I weren't sure if we were going to do the whole water park thing. Once we seen the kids in action, we decided to get our suits on and go for it. So glad we did. Three hours of splashing, floating and going through the water tubes was so much fun. We were laughing so much! We climbed the four flights of stairs on the tower over and over to go down the yellow tube, which was very long and actually went outside before coming back into the building.
This big red "bowl" was at the end of the red tube. None of us were brave enough to end up swirling into the bowl before plunging into the pool...except Rachel. Big surprise. My brave girl. She loved it.
Lastly, a picture of our room...disaster! Who cared, not us.
Matt Is Gonna Be Truckin' Soon
He is so excited...
...Doing a fantastic job....
Lookin' good...
....WOW! Almost done.
He is taking a break from it today though. Gone to Cedar Point with his brother. Super fun!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Summer 1991
This is what our day consisted of back in the "good ole days". Josh had plenty of little playmates, mostly girls! Two of them lived nextdoor and I babysat for the others. Aubrey, Amber, Laura, Lisa, Ashley and Cassandra.
I have recently been in contact with one, the little girl in the multi-colored bathing suit, Cassandra. She is also the one in the white shirt with bows, raising her kool-aid glass. She is now 20 years old! I am posting these pictures for her to see, as I told her I would.
She is working as a pharmacy tech and also going to school to become a pharmacist. With her permission, maybe I'll post an updated picture of her...
Monday, August 4, 2008
Blueberry Festival
Summer days.
Blueberry Festival.
Getting ice cream.
Filling your own candy sticks.
Buying snap rocks and jewelry.
Fun inflatables to bounce, climb and slide on (Alec, Daniel & Johnny).
Watching the parade.
Watching the human videos that, proudly, our church's youth group performed.
Didn't eat one blueberry though.
Another fun thing crossed off the summer list.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Friday the 13th 1st
I have been known to be a chronic complainer. However, I think that in very recent times, I have not really been on a rampage.
So I'm overdue.
Yesterday, I noticed that the front of my right knee hurt when I walked. It began to especially hurt when bending down or going up/down the stairs. Mental note to self: I've done something and now my ligament/muscle/joint or something is outta whack.
Before getting into bed last night, I'm practically limping. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit, but it was tender.
Waking up this morning, I turn over in bed and "kink" goes my right shoulder blade. Great. Haven't had that happen in a while. Now I can't look down or too much to the right or left without pain. Love it. Not.
Fast forward to about 22.6 minutes later and I'm standing in front of the mirror, plucking my eyebrows. However, instead of applying the sharp tweezers to my eyebrow, the dang things somehow manage to go directly INTO my eyeball.
Yeah.
Exactly.
Ow.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Okay, good there. But the pain is excrutiating. I'm not sure that I can see. I'm not sure that I can apply make-up. I'm not even sure that I can drive.
About 12 minutes or so later, I try and look at my eye. Okay, I'll survive. But it definitely hurts.
So off I go to work, mentally carrying my full list of complaints with me. I want everyone to know!
Must be the air. Jim is in the same mood. His own list is three ailments long as well.
To top things off, the kids call and let me know that the neighbor called the house to let us know that our dogs got into their garbage and got it strewn all over inside their garage. Wonderful.
My neck hurts.
So I'm overdue.
Yesterday, I noticed that the front of my right knee hurt when I walked. It began to especially hurt when bending down or going up/down the stairs. Mental note to self: I've done something and now my ligament/muscle/joint or something is outta whack.
Before getting into bed last night, I'm practically limping. Okay, I'm exaggerating a bit, but it was tender.
Waking up this morning, I turn over in bed and "kink" goes my right shoulder blade. Great. Haven't had that happen in a while. Now I can't look down or too much to the right or left without pain. Love it. Not.
Fast forward to about 22.6 minutes later and I'm standing in front of the mirror, plucking my eyebrows. However, instead of applying the sharp tweezers to my eyebrow, the dang things somehow manage to go directly INTO my eyeball.
Yeah.
Exactly.
Ow.
OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
I grab my eye, hoping to find the eyeball still in place and not stuck to my tweezers.
Okay, good there. But the pain is excrutiating. I'm not sure that I can see. I'm not sure that I can apply make-up. I'm not even sure that I can drive.
About 12 minutes or so later, I try and look at my eye. Okay, I'll survive. But it definitely hurts.
So off I go to work, mentally carrying my full list of complaints with me. I want everyone to know!
Must be the air. Jim is in the same mood. His own list is three ailments long as well.
To top things off, the kids call and let me know that the neighbor called the house to let us know that our dogs got into their garbage and got it strewn all over inside their garage. Wonderful.
My neck hurts.
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