tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39903557493384384692024-03-05T04:23:37.335-07:00Welcome to the cat house....I am the crazy cat lady that watches too much TVAngie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-62032373496927056302011-02-13T19:46:00.001-07:002011-02-13T19:48:05.215-07:00T-minus 12 hours and counting.....<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;">I have a job!!!!! Super excited....but I start tomorrow.<br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Its just about here friends. My first day of work in 5 months. I happily filed my last unemployment claim...I feel good to not be using up tax payer dollars anymore. On the other hand, I am going to miss not wearing a bra and making elaborate (for me) meals for hubby. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I think I got some stuff accomplished. The closet is cleaned and organized. The bedroom is spiffed up and laundry all done. For the most part our whole house is cleaner and more organized than it has been in years. I tried some new things. Read some books. Got some crafting done. For the most part it has been productive.</span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I have to say though, I am super excited to be going on to something new. Separating from my previous job, was probably the best thing that happened to me because I was forced into the unknown. I am now ready to be a productive, gainfully employed part of society again. </span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">BTW....side note. Doctor said I lost 5 pounds from when I saw her last. Something must be going right. Now to try and keep up the routine while working. </span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-52201397254046971332011-01-30T12:09:00.001-07:002011-01-30T21:24:01.651-07:00Cheesy anniversary gift?<div style="text-align: center;">Our 9 year anniversary is coming up on Wednesday. 9 years. I can barely believe it myself. I have racked my brain for weeks of what to give hubby. Finally a FB friend of mine gave me an idea.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">A love lock. We take it to a place that is significant to us, put our names and anniversary date on it, lock it and throw away the key. I tried to be sneaky about this gift just asking hubby where is a special place to us, but I ended up telling him. We are no good at keeping secrets from each other. I'm ok with this. I am excited to see what he comes up with. I have asked a friend to come along so we will have pictures of the occasion. I will post the result....stay tuned. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">To thank Myron and his family for this idea, I would like you to watch his video of playing catch. Remember to click on the ads in the video to help pay for his much needed anti-seizure meds.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am still working toward my getting in shape goal. I am now up to about 7 mins on the ellipitcal. I know it isn't much but I will get there. With my new found exercise, comes trying new things....or I should say things I haven't tried in a looooooong time. I think the fact I am moving now gives me motivation to be a better me. Last weekend I did a little dancing at the club for my friend Ruthie's birthday. It was lots of fun! Then Sunday, I actually got up and kinda went roller skating with a friend who is a derby fanatic and a friend who just wanted to give it a try. I have to say, both of those friends are inspirational to me. They are ok with my lack of skill, but keep nudging me to keep trying. I kept the skates on for a while, rolled on the carpet, and held up the wall. I was ok if I wasn't going to be super fantastic wonderful at it....I was braving my fear and going. I only did 1/2 a lap on the track, but I loved every minute of it. I really am proud of myself for trying. I head to the doctor for a visit tomorrow and will let you know if her scale has anything good to say to me. LOL</div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-40375207983010981162011-01-13T18:44:00.001-07:002011-01-13T19:21:27.809-07:00Dead Xbox<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not completely sure why but I really miss my Xbox. Hubby won it about 5 years ago from Mountain Dew and sadly about a month ago, it died. Like red ring of death died. Ever since then I will randomly hear a song or think of one that is in Rock Band and my heart aches to play. *sigh* I think it is because I now have sometime to kill and that is what I like to do.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We took our Rock Band set over to a friends house and never got it out. We ended up leaving it there....accidentally. I hear it is going to good use though by my friends son. I hope he loves it as much as I do. This is the song that made me miss it today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I miss you Rock Band. Please come back soon.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Since I have been unemployed we have been working on the eating in. It is working for about 4 nights a week. I enjoy being able to cook for my husband. It has been fun trying new recipes. My last favorite we had were Turkey Meatballs with cream of mushroom soup and turkey gravy. It was tasty! Well, I will try to keep up on my progress. I am not going to push my body hard and I am not going to buy a scale. I don't want to get obsessed....I just want to succeed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now to type my new years resolution. I know it is a week or 2 past but I want to write it down and be held accountable for it. I don't want to have to tie my shoes on the side of my feet anymore. When you are overweight, often tying shoes is a challenge. I am ready to change that part.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<b>2. Real tree or Artificial?</b> Ours is ceramic. With a house full of cats, any type of tree would be climbed and destroyed.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<b>4. When do you take the tree down?</b> I am not sure I even want to take it down....its so cute and reminds me of my grandmas.</span></span><br />
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<b>5. Do you like eggnog?</b> Sure do....nice big glass of it.</span></span><br />
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6. Favorite gift received as a child?</b> Probably the year I got a bike. I was told to go to the garage for a tool of some sort. I came back with it and my mom said go back and use the light this time. I was so surprised!<br />
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<b>7. Hardest person to buy for? </b>Hubby's Dad</span></span><br />
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<b>8. Easiest person to buy for?</b> My nieces. All through the year they let me know what they would like<br />
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<b>9. Do you have a nativity scene?</b> Nope.</span></span><br />
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<b>10. Mail or email Christmas cards?</b> Mail mail mail! Who doesn't love getting mail.<br />
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<b>11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received?</b> Big scary gold underwear.</span></span><br />
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<b>12. Favorite Christmas Movie?</b> <i>Christmas Story</i> is a good standby.<br />
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<b>13. When do you start shopping for Christmas? </b>This again depends on when the spirit hits me. Sometimes early, sometimes not until Christmas Eve.<br />
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<b>14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present?</b> I don't think so. I might change my answer when I think about it more.<br />
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<b>15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?</b> Homemade treats. You can taste the love in them!<br />
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<b>16. Lights on the tree (colored or clear)?</b> Colored here please.<br />
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<b>17. Favorite Christmas song?</b> <i>Little Drummer Boy </i>with David Bowie and Bing Crosby.</span></span><br />
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18. Travel at Christmas or stay home?</b> Home home home, in my jammas watching movies.<br />
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<b>19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's?</b> Sure can....can you.<br />
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<b>21. Open the presents Christmas Eve or morning? </b>Depends on which family I am with. My dad, Christmas Eve. My mom, Christmas Day. Hubby's family, Christmas evening. Me and hubby, whoever can't wait any longer...which is usually me.<br />
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<b>23. Most annoying thing about this time of the year?</b> The music and the commercials. I am tired of everyone putting their own flair on a classic song. Just stop already. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>24. Favorite ornament theme or color?</b> I like a plethora of colors on the tree. Handmade and sentimental are good too.<br />
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<b>25. Turkey or ham on Christmas day?</b> Ham<br />
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<b>26. What do you want for Christmas this year?</b> I don't have any wants this year.<br />
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<b>27. Does anyone in your family dress up as Santa?</b> Nope. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
<b>28. Age you discovered who Santa was? </b>Not sure....I will ask my mom. I still believe in the spirit of Santa though.<br />
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<b>29. Eggnog, hot chocolate, or apple cider?</b> I like all of them....just not in the same cup.<br />
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<b>31. Do you have any Christmas decorations on your roof?</b> Nah....I don't care about having lights on the house.<br />
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<b>32. How does Santa get into your house? Chimney or magic key?</b> When we were little, the chimney. I think we might just leave the window open or a door unlocked.<br />
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<b>33. Do you prefer gifts or gift cards?</b> Dont care either way.<br />
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<b>34. Favorite children's Christmas Cartoon?</b> <i>How The Grinch Stole Christmas</i>. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fun questions! Let me see your answers!</span></span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-35954246254451170922010-11-23T12:08:00.000-07:002010-11-23T14:59:03.559-07:00Psyfygirl, lets buy a roomba.<div style="text-align: center;">Dear BFF <a href="http://psyfygirl.blogspot.com/">Psyfygirl</a>,</div><div style="text-align: center;">This here is the very best reason, that I know of to own a Roomba. I am an avid advocate for the Roomba products for this very reason......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Enjoy friend. :-) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After a year of heartbreak and losing beloved pets, we decided to add to our family!!! This is our new kitty Deuce. I know silly name for a girl cat, but there is a story behind it. The very first night she came to my house from being in the Midvale shelter, she pooped on my rug, twice, in the same spot. She named herself kids. She has been a light in our life for the past few months and couldn't bare parting with her. She has had lots of sickness, but we have taken good care of her and decided she would be ours. Deuce, get a long with Grandpa Bill and Grandma Gracie cause they are getting old and cranky and welcome to our family....to stay!</span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-51991187632222371262010-11-21T21:59:00.000-07:002010-11-21T21:59:50.941-07:00Snow....we cant be friends.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eVlg7vBehWuIGQBbCij36T_izYXMYnSLURYrSLgEa4CAk6tw9Gh2aQkUyTdmFGH-gtQtwNqc9l-wMY07hyi9y4r5TMEoXDCXKyg9NWIF0yCp_HmAwGcofI2gFijEX4a5xURt26JZwWw/s1600/CIMG9349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2eVlg7vBehWuIGQBbCij36T_izYXMYnSLURYrSLgEa4CAk6tw9Gh2aQkUyTdmFGH-gtQtwNqc9l-wMY07hyi9y4r5TMEoXDCXKyg9NWIF0yCp_HmAwGcofI2gFijEX4a5xURt26JZwWw/s320/CIMG9349.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is my backyard. The wind blew the snow all over and it is piled everywhere and pulling my trees down! ARGH! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpPReVeTixJCgkIdBI86KzDsB_KMdjq_b4mQ0mOIyv399_fS0lVakphtY8FGikEkoc9hZ6Sn2eDgWZXLkBHM_SZli9AJql6d-Ud4OCdDL2pcEunqD3YPy44tkgHEBYSy-ImV8PNBKZ4U/s1600/CIMG9352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUpPReVeTixJCgkIdBI86KzDsB_KMdjq_b4mQ0mOIyv399_fS0lVakphtY8FGikEkoc9hZ6Sn2eDgWZXLkBHM_SZli9AJql6d-Ud4OCdDL2pcEunqD3YPy44tkgHEBYSy-ImV8PNBKZ4U/s320/CIMG9352.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, welcome to winter in Utah! Its pretty until someone touches it. Get off my snow you damned kids!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my grandma kitteh, Gracie. I just enjoyed how this turned out and I don't talk about her enough. She really is a girly girl cat. The only people she comes out for, beside us, is my brother and his wife. Anyway....I heart my Gracie.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">P.S. I think I am going to start a crafty craft blog about what I have been creating over the past little while. I stole the idea from my awesome Niki B. :-)</div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-51629636598345873882010-11-02T21:48:00.000-06:002010-11-12T11:25:10.958-07:00Heaven wanted you sooner than I wanted to let you go....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTT32o9b6VMIcoUAgRqHYvaE3dsAKfBFac9ULb1xzzInV6-bxhiACRTxlseJ63zubojV9OBtR2im5nPnU_z7n4IHRILhFNFOLYxLMFlYxKjLXNdUdksumt1GqE9Und3DIfOzO3DDt6Ztk/s1600/sunnykitty.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTT32o9b6VMIcoUAgRqHYvaE3dsAKfBFac9ULb1xzzInV6-bxhiACRTxlseJ63zubojV9OBtR2im5nPnU_z7n4IHRILhFNFOLYxLMFlYxKjLXNdUdksumt1GqE9Und3DIfOzO3DDt6Ztk/s320/sunnykitty.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Marshmellow, our fun white kitty, who is secretly our favorite, went to heaven to be with Inka (pictured) and hubby's nephew Zack. He left us on October 29th, 2010 at 5pm. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We really weren't sure what brought his sickness on. Whether it was stress from the kittens I brought in, or the fact that they gave him a cold he didn't want or if he was just done doing his duties with our family. I am sad that he went so quickly, but unlike Inka, we had a few days to prepare for the worst.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Monday of the week Mushy started to not eat and sleep a whole lot more and just wasn't convinced he should move out of the spot he was sleeping in. By Wednesday he was no longer using the bathroom and no food or water at all. I was concerned. The vet didn't seem quite as worried as we were. He wanted to do all sorts of expensive tests which all may back to come inconclusive. So we took a conservative approach with just giving him antibiotics and if we didn't get him to eat, we were to force feed him this smelly, sticky, gross goop. I did that once every hour on Thursday. By the end of the day I was emotionally spent. I couldn't handle another day alone of this. Luckily hubby was able to stay home and help me look after Mushy and do what we needed to. He had his antibiotics and a syringe of the goo and thought we would just let him be. About 2pm came around and he was climbing into the tub, crying, and wanted to be left alone. Everytime I would go find him, he would cry and cry and move away from me. The final straw came at about 4pm when he deficated on our floor and didn't even move an inch. We knew we had to see the vet. We got him in there but there was a long long wait. We finally got in to see the so gentle, older doctor and he examined Mush and weighed him. Before Mushy got sick he weighed 18 pounds. Wednesday when we got him in he was down to 15.5. Just 2 days later......14 pounds of Mush was all that was left. He wouldn't stand on the scale and wouldnt come out of the carrier without being pulled out. After the exam was over, we knew Mush was being called to be Angel Zack's new kitty. The doctor and the nurse we had helping our cat, we so quiet and friendly and understanding. They shaved his leg and put the medicine in and he was gone. Me and hubby cried, hugged, kissed Mushy, cried more. We were heartbroken. What comes after you let go your favorite pet?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">That picture I posted on the top of Mushy and Inka always reminds me of a song in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. "There's one more angel in heaven. There's one more star in the sky."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">We told Chris sister and she said that she would tell them. The nieces loved coming over and playing with Mushy. They asked us how old he was and if we chose to put him to sleep. Then they said that Zack (their brother who died when he was 6 and 1/2) would be taking care of Mushy now. Somehow the small comment of a child lifted a great deal of pain from my heart.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mushy, you will be greatly missed by everyone you ever snotted on. We are finding ourselves calling your name, feeling for your body and just hoping you will be around the corning. I am so thankful you allowed us to take you in and there is a hole in our hearts where you once were. We will never forget you.....but we have to move to the little kitten lives to make happy healthy and adoptable. They keep my spirits up. Don't worry little buddy....we will be ok.</div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-73776694728380737382010-10-19T00:01:00.000-06:002010-10-19T14:19:36.088-06:00Foster kittens and unemployment....Wow...its been a while since I posted. Some things happened. What should I start with? <br />
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Oh I know! I have had 2 more surgeries one left me with some pretty cool scars. That was the gallbladder removal. I did that on July 13th. Then on the Sunday right after I got a fever and was wearing a sweat shirt/sweat pants and hiding under all the blankets cause I was shivering to death. Hmmm....wonder if I had an infection. Went to the ER and found out I sure did. I had to have my belly button opened up far enough that they could clean out the infection. I can't even tell you what it smelled like. All I knew is I stunk, it was getting worse and Hubby now had to put packing in the hole so it would heal from the inside out. Back in to visit with the surgeon who did it and he opened up more! I smelled worse! Eventually after almost a month of packing it 2 times a day, we didnt have to anymore. I dont know how hubby did it 2 times a day at the beginning because I would scream and cry and require a sock in my mouth not to yell enough for the neighbors to hear. Finally it healed....went back to work.<br />
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End of August comes and I wake up one night and go into the restroom and I can't pee. I woke up hubby and told him I couldn't pee and my back hurt. We run into the ER and they hook me up to a catheter and take me to the CT. I was in a lot of pain and the meds they had me on werent helping. Found out I had a stone that was in my ureter. I opted to be admitted and pass it on my own because I didnt need anymore unneccessary surgeries. I waited and waited and finally about 36 hours of trying and pushing the pain pump button I had enough. I had surgery to get the stone out and put a straw like thing in my pee hole. <br />
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It was so painful I cant even tell you. I rest at home a couple of days cause peeing was a joke and go back to work. ***most of the details will be left out of this next part for internet purposes*** I made it for a half of a day. After this me and hubby had to go to the airport to fly to Rhode Island for his sisters wedding. We made it! And lemme tell you those potties are not made for anyone but people 10 pounds under their weight limit. We had a great time with neices and family. The wedding was beautiful and amazing! Then I had to fly home on Monday (Labor Day). This is how the bride and groom rode back from the beach to the house....<br />
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Well, that brings me to almost to current. I saw a post on FB asking if someone was able to transport some kitties from the shelter to SL Spay and Neuter then on to Super Adoption. I wasn't doing anything and I offered! Well, taking 5 kittens and 2 adults was a lot but I could do it. Load them all into the building and we find out 1 adult is fixed and the 5 kittens are severely under weight. To be fixed they needed to be 2 pounds....none of them were. The adults made it to Super Adoption. The kittens ended up at my house. Hubby wasn't home so they were keeping me perfect company. The company I worked for and I separated ways and this was the perfect way for me to keep busy and sane.... <br />
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Please feel free to browse the site of the rescue group I go threw and make a donation, a foster or even an adoption if you can! www.caws.orgAngie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-50346315232920027632010-05-23T22:58:00.000-06:002010-05-23T22:58:24.989-06:00Lately....in my mind.....Lately I have been thinking a lot about what is important in my life, how I can make it better and how to purge the things that pull me down. It really came to the front of my mind after watching what an effect a pet has on your life. This made me want to write and express my gratitude to my cat Marshmellow. <br />
That Friday in December I may not have exactly known what I was going to endure or what the outcome was but I had a significant support system around me. One of which I didnt even acknowledge until today. Sometimes it takes a weepy show on PBS for me to remember.<br />
I got lucky after surgery and my mom allowed me to stay with her at her home. All one level, hospital bed, raised toilet seat, shower chair. All of this left over when my grandma and great grandma passed away. The first night home was the most pain filled and sleepless. I tried but I grunted and groaned and got through it. The next day, with my moms permission, Hubby brought Mushy. I was extatic to have something so familiar from my own home that I can love and hug and call him kitteh. <br />
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During the next few days he would follow me from room to room, sit on my lap as well as jumping on my mom to show her it was ok to hug him too. At night he would follow me to my room, jump on the bed, and just watch as I played on the computer or struggled with pain he was right by my side. He probably kept my need for pain meds way down. We snuggled on pillows and shared the same blankets and probably talked more than we should have. He is a very good cat, an amazing listener.<br />
I also know that at my house our cats recognize different emotions. Gracie is our emotional cat. She comes around when you are sad or lonely. She needs a doctorate in psychology because she knows it. Bill is just a cat who wants your attention. He would prefer if there was no break it but if he could just sit on your belly and purr at you, he would be content. Marshmellow knows when I am hurting physically. I have had times where he will come for a visit and he will sit on the part of me that is hurting. Marshmellow's physical intuition is amazing. I know the dog people are gonna rant and rave about how their pet is better. Well, your pet is good for you....my 3 cats are perfect for me. <br />
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Mushy,<br />
Thanks for the comfort, friendship and just warmth in general you gave me during my healing process....I dont think I could have healed as well as I did, going back to work when I did, without you, Thank you for being such a wonderful purring companion. We love you Mush.Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-79810560957536432702010-05-16T21:10:00.000-06:002010-05-16T21:10:36.756-06:00At such peace.<div style="text-align: center;">Not sure what it is about spring weather but it puts me in such a great mood. It isnt too warm where I am miserable, the windows are able to be open wide all day and the spring flowers are smelling great. It is so peaceful. Maybe it is the smell of the fresh lilacs that just relaxes my body and my mind. The sun feels great on my skin. *sigh* Life is good.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-56981009367284119732010-03-30T11:04:00.000-06:002010-03-30T11:04:20.624-06:00Postcard Swaps!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioEfaN04yYWD0c50NwtXscsQio3IBb0ARJ1qE4X0le3nh-pY6yNGdDApIPu00QDtQzu985nDacXP4kJU4ydaVEUiHiuKCzpB6frHl8ptxBE8xcmB0cK0KHbj72rzyoGos1GV_u8Z52OXI/s1600/2010-03-29+18.48.20.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioEfaN04yYWD0c50NwtXscsQio3IBb0ARJ1qE4X0le3nh-pY6yNGdDApIPu00QDtQzu985nDacXP4kJU4ydaVEUiHiuKCzpB6frHl8ptxBE8xcmB0cK0KHbj72rzyoGos1GV_u8Z52OXI/s320/2010-03-29+18.48.20.JPG" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thanks to Naked Jen, I joined another postcard group. This one is really great because you get 49 postcards throughout almost a year. That is one for each state if you weren't paying attention. This is my first one from the Great American Postcard Swap! Amiee from <a href="http://adventuresandpursuits.blogspot.com/">Adventures and Pursuits</a> is running the show....and it is a fun family friendly show! </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Monday I got my first one from Alabama! Thanks stranger from Alabama, I love this card...so pretty.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: small;">I am also on <a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/">Postcrossing</a> where I sent out 5 cards to random people around the world and I get postcards from random people from around the world. I have received cards from Finland, Canada, and right here in the US! I love mail, but this just takes it to the next level! Click <a href="http://www.postcrossing.com/user/anjayrose">here</a> to see what kind of activity is going on with my postcrossing account. It has been so fun. Let me know if you join and I can follow you too. :-)</span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-87666684104683321572010-03-14T21:20:00.004-06:002010-03-14T21:38:24.393-06:00Milestone birthdays<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">30 years old. Isnt this supposed to be the year I have a mental breakdown about my age? Nah! Not me. I adore birthdays. My dad always told me that I could grow old, but I should never grow up. I feel like that means so much more to me now that my life has been given back to me from the reigns of chronic pain. 30 so far has been a great year....granted I am only a few days into it, but all I have done was celebrate.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKybLhTVWs31Gj4VXDQtaWOszrCjbSuA4ZeIMLGvfxc42kV3LsX7KxzPCKMmAn86_vgUgm-CEhLHMOw4KMoUUgLrM_EAE6esH5IVvbfgKiXFGhS3TqG0LK9IzzStzpwq47pdvQl8-NwiM/s1600-h/nena&me.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKybLhTVWs31Gj4VXDQtaWOszrCjbSuA4ZeIMLGvfxc42kV3LsX7KxzPCKMmAn86_vgUgm-CEhLHMOw4KMoUUgLrM_EAE6esH5IVvbfgKiXFGhS3TqG0LK9IzzStzpwq47pdvQl8-NwiM/s400/nena&me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448696652047911986" border="0" /></a>It all started with Friday night and taking Liz, Em, Elaina and Erin to Disney on Ice. I was surprised at the door by the girls wearing princess crowns that said happy birthday on them. That made me smile, but they had bigger surprises in store for me. They made me a crown and a t-shirt with their handprints on it. I almost cried. The girls love is so unconditional. We had a great time at Disney on Ice....seeing their faces was birthday enough for me.<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mA6Tu61a-4Xz8M0QKi884lX37_jZm93vZp3TbeIcaLq5TFZ5pY_7pXjx6Y-osvX-ABLuhlnYlw-r8CnnAiqgirzb4Fdyo29AcavWz-lOVAqWNWCyvJ-KWd4BpCj3iZiEe0d1lqv4RHo/s1600-h/2010-03-13+21.05.14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7mA6Tu61a-4Xz8M0QKi884lX37_jZm93vZp3TbeIcaLq5TFZ5pY_7pXjx6Y-osvX-ABLuhlnYlw-r8CnnAiqgirzb4Fdyo29AcavWz-lOVAqWNWCyvJ-KWd4BpCj3iZiEe0d1lqv4RHo/s400/2010-03-13+21.05.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448697242838336450" border="0" /></a>Saturday night was our party at our friend Travis' house. So many amazing friends were there. They all brought tasty food to share and lots of hugs as well. We laughed, talked and had a wonderful time. I have the greatest friends a girl could ask for. <br />Sunday I was able to see super awesome fabulous Niki. She was so nice to take me out to lunch at Olive Garden. We sat and talked and enjoyed a lovely lunch. I just love her guts! She is so genuine and caring....I dont know what I would do without her. We understand what each other is going through and a lot of times our situations are so parallel, its creepy. Niki and I not only share a last name, but our lives have traveled down the sames paths and we understand each other so well. (BTW, we are not related although it would be an honor.)\<br />So, that was my weekend. It was a blast and the partying isnt over yet. We get to now get together with my parents and siblings to celebrate more! If you dont enjoy birthdays, its time for an attitude change. Cake, friends and fun...thats what birthdays are all about.<br /></span></span><br /></span></span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-28037793050219686782010-03-12T14:34:00.005-07:002010-03-12T14:44:53.443-07:00I made it....<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I made to 30! WOOT go me!!! I actually love love love birthdays...the decorations, the cakes and pies and all the attention. :-D Oh and I love the decorating of the desk at work! I am not sure why I love this part so much but I </span><span style="font-size:100%;">do...it is the cleaning up that I hate. Here is what they did to my desk this year:</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lxXG-N6JFLWLthb9ICcQEYXvKUdpvUNG1iHfaJatlk-Xbc4jytXFhP3wo9l6QQ3oQGKXLOgZTjJQaIDNx8YE-IL4cYB3vROS3Ggrimd6kq66KTf0LiM6Mpt2Um6vR0U12AsiUEhGgII/s1600-h/2010-03-12+07.26.57.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lxXG-N6JFLWLthb9ICcQEYXvKUdpvUNG1iHfaJatlk-Xbc4jytXFhP3wo9l6QQ3oQGKXLOgZTjJQaIDNx8YE-IL4cYB3vROS3Ggrimd6kq66KTf0LiM6Mpt2Um6vR0U12AsiUEhGgII/s400/2010-03-12+07.26.57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447864684459543266" border="0" /></a>And later Ashlie came along and made it worse!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_54-XqAOXtnkfMx6EAX-hIGJ0REp6GEr1M4Zei8Nxdo9iDUzv1elTfL3U-3P-ZomnJakql5CySZmxkhScYypeYYsdIGi1ZsSaok2Od1x6O-uNpIiyQTjv1DyiC74AIVf6oS2BTyWdrk/s1600-h/2010-03-12+08.11.30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_54-XqAOXtnkfMx6EAX-hIGJ0REp6GEr1M4Zei8Nxdo9iDUzv1elTfL3U-3P-ZomnJakql5CySZmxkhScYypeYYsdIGi1ZsSaok2Od1x6O-uNpIiyQTjv1DyiC74AIVf6oS2BTyWdrk/s400/2010-03-12+08.11.30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447864821785960130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIXhJbkRh3gWJ6HNuA2lfLD6WvOrr8S6He0EU_7YoexvBRkJBjvkCk5ReCKpi9QqLqY2OJ5Z6Uu_Jrh8dEf6n-Qb_B-pWwyphEJU5acF5VX_gmmtV6rFvCNtZfx4MIMSQTuBldXzN7U0/s1600-h/2010-03-12+07.26.43.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIXhJbkRh3gWJ6HNuA2lfLD6WvOrr8S6He0EU_7YoexvBRkJBjvkCk5ReCKpi9QqLqY2OJ5Z6Uu_Jrh8dEf6n-Qb_B-pWwyphEJU5acF5VX_gmmtV6rFvCNtZfx4MIMSQTuBldXzN7U0/s400/2010-03-12+07.26.43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447865132889707042" border="0" /></a><br />And then....we had pie! Preacher pie, Blueberry pie and my favorite, banana cream pie!<br />Now I am super excited for the next couple of nights...Tonight it is Disney on Ice with my nieces and sister-in-law, Erin.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjkiuY3azr3nigiLNW5iuhqIU6Pta1-WqINckj1llrOlynwNDx2kE2fyDH21X-7kl9LbpJAG4dvzxUAWv7Pl-EF_nJzjXXwN2wuur9Yut3tgc9qGn8BjYHmVeDoIxJt7F8SC8WAkvJME/s1600-h/25896_1393622080487_1230222059_31188492_2742175_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpjkiuY3azr3nigiLNW5iuhqIU6Pta1-WqINckj1llrOlynwNDx2kE2fyDH21X-7kl9LbpJAG4dvzxUAWv7Pl-EF_nJzjXXwN2wuur9Yut3tgc9qGn8BjYHmVeDoIxJt7F8SC8WAkvJME/s400/25896_1393622080487_1230222059_31188492_2742175_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447866098190536082" border="0" /></a>Tomorrow night is a party for me and hubby at our friends house. Should be awesome! I am excited. I love that me and hubby have birthdays 15 days apart.<br /></span></div><br /></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-83172486487623323562010-03-09T13:35:00.002-07:002010-03-09T13:42:00.137-07:00I'm gonna get me a new career!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sitting here quietly at work I decided I needed me a new job. I am gonna buy myself a new camera and take pictures of peoples pets. The only problem here is A: I dont know anything about photography and B: I dont own or know anything about cameras, specifically nice ones that take pretty pictures. I talked to my sis-in-laws friend, and he gave me some pretty good options. He's a professional you know. I think I am just scared of dumping $500 plus dollars into a hobby. *sigh* What to do, what to do.<br /></span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-27462323995979099192010-03-08T09:23:00.006-07:002010-03-08T10:25:48.992-07:00Surrogate grandparents<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b2AMJvgZQK189Jeeu6ayGcZ3exCjAPdUfnXuvQvkowjSua7qv_wtN4w1Kpxv6z_p4eIzwjKvEvvamdAx8YSYi8noyclkxdhI-B7fbsK_ogx_FJNI5OfTm8FvLziBThPhmXTDYfJ3huU/s1600-h/gpa2.com"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9b2AMJvgZQK189Jeeu6ayGcZ3exCjAPdUfnXuvQvkowjSua7qv_wtN4w1Kpxv6z_p4eIzwjKvEvvamdAx8YSYi8noyclkxdhI-B7fbsK_ogx_FJNI5OfTm8FvLziBThPhmXTDYfJ3huU/s400/gpa2.com" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446315486822992642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In 8th grade, I met my bff that I would now have for life. His name is Mickel and he completed me in ways I didn't understand until life would take it away. This weekend, Mickel's grandpa passed away. Mickel gave me the chance to know this wonderful man who would let me call him grandpa because mine lived in Heber, and was very cranky at that. Jim and Audrey always welcomed me with open arms into their home and always treated me just like a grand-daughter. I would stay over there for hours on end, playing, chatting, goofing off and they didnt mind one bit. They would take me with them on "family" outings and allowed me to fit in a family unit. He was a very sweet man with a very sweet disposition. The thing I remember most about him, is his laugh. I don't remember a time when I was there and he didn't laugh. Their house was always warm and filled with love and acceptance. I will never forget the love they shared with me as my surrogate grandparents.</span></span><br /></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-82354252018597662922010-02-23T12:45:00.002-07:002010-02-23T12:49:36.433-07:00Pffffft on today<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Yesterday...thanks you were awesome. Today? I dont think we are talking to each other anymore. I am annoyed at the smallest things, I cried at work and now I have to go get some stitches removed. I dont think we should talk anymore today. You smell bad and I am gonna go home and for get you. Oh and here is a disapproving bunny. Thank you cuteoverload.com :-)<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/bunnytongue.jpg?w=479&h=567"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 479px; height: 567px;" src="http://cuteoverload.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/bunnytongue.jpg?w=479&h=567" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-36591565885038643442010-02-22T22:48:00.002-07:002010-02-23T10:21:56.078-07:00Dear February 22nd, 2010.....<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family: courier new;"><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >Dear today,<br />I just wanted to thank you for all I was given. A warm bed to which I woke up to a fabulous husband. A wonderful job who sometimes I bash unnecessarily. For a newly forming friendship at work....those are always a welcome thing. Thank you for the friends I have now and plan on entertaining again at lunch tomorrow. Thank you for the super friends that I had a great weekend with and cannot wait to hang out with again. Thank you for Chris' amazing sister Erin, for providing us with nutritious things to eat instead of going out all the time. Thank you for making it 4 o'clock so I could run out of the building to meet my sweetheart. I dont think I can thank you for the tooth pain...sorry. Thank you for proving me with a home, with a garage for our cute car, and kitties to greet me as I come in. Thank also for letting us be able to afford nice new toys. Chris loves his new phone. Today, I am very thankful for you and I am excited for what tomorrow has in store.<br /><br />Thanks,<br />ME!<br /><br />P.S. I am not thanking you for the banana song. But thanks for the cute hubby who sings it with me.</span><br /></span></span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-51110065475795181492010-02-22T14:36:00.003-07:002010-02-22T14:45:52.719-07:00Grrr....stuck in my head again!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">I know a lot of people who have had this problem lately. Something gets stuck in your head and there is no way to get it out. My wonderful, super cute, handsome husband likes to get random things stuck in my head just to be annoying. Here is the latest one. Click it...I dare you.</span><br /></span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH5ay10RTGY"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LH5ay10RTGY</span></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am not completely sure if this is because it is so far stuck in his head, that he needs someone else to feel his pain or if he just likes to annoy me. :-) Its ok, I can take it. Especially if it means in the car I am eating a banana and we both break out into..."I'm a banana, I'm a banana, I'm a banana...LOOK AT ME MOVE."<br />8 years of marriage will do that to you. You talk at the same time, you move at the same time, and pick up his habits. Who knew that marriage could make you not want to sit with your back to the door. Instead of getting it from your family....I got it from my husband. I love that we are so much a like though. What would I do without him? *grin*<br /></span></span></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990355749338438469.post-49923911364858251602010-02-20T09:25:00.005-07:002010-02-22T14:46:26.190-07:00Being crafty with naughty words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqYjQy-iLut_rRcyjRPkeALzKQcFoPGQQqEsD_IJTe8rjl2ck2RIgxL1JO4jKplsMVa4-eV59xo3i1sanDuT0HQwxS09v9O15-B_sz8P7Xd7MGrFCHpf1wO8NiUZTp3IFQlPUo2nQ9To/s1600-h/2010-01-05+21.49.14.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I hope my friend doesnt see this before she gets her gift in the mail...but I had to share my craftiness with the world. I had to cross stitch 2 of these for a couple of deserving people. My friend at work recently lost her mom to pancreatic cancer...so in my head she and her sister deserved this little cross stitch gem. I also found out about my friend across the country who had cancer. It is in her jaw and face and she is now undergoing treatment and from what I can tell, doing well. The ironic thing was her husband was diagnosed with a brain tumor not 6 months before. How is it in one couples life cancer decides to reek havoc on them both. Life baffles me sometimes. So my little sign is dedicated to all these people. I wish them no more pain and most of all no more cancer.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqYjQy-iLut_rRcyjRPkeALzKQcFoPGQQqEsD_IJTe8rjl2ck2RIgxL1JO4jKplsMVa4-eV59xo3i1sanDuT0HQwxS09v9O15-B_sz8P7Xd7MGrFCHpf1wO8NiUZTp3IFQlPUo2nQ9To/s1600-h/2010-01-05+21.49.14.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqYjQy-iLut_rRcyjRPkeALzKQcFoPGQQqEsD_IJTe8rjl2ck2RIgxL1JO4jKplsMVa4-eV59xo3i1sanDuT0HQwxS09v9O15-B_sz8P7Xd7MGrFCHpf1wO8NiUZTp3IFQlPUo2nQ9To/s400/2010-01-05+21.49.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440365349034525442" border="0" /></a></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Thank you to Subversive Cross Stitch for teaching me how to cross stitch bad words. Its oddly satisfying. If you are interested, here is her website where she sells kits. http://subversivecrossstitch.com/</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></div>Angie B.http://www.blogger.com/profile/04923240025475055937noreply@blogger.com1