tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-197101052024-03-07T17:05:07.725-05:00Odat Mumbles.....bout everything....and anythingOdathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.comBlogger1041125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-81748973011460684952015-03-17T19:08:00.003-04:002015-03-17T19:08:33.111-04:00Still Alive Hello Blog.....How have you been? I haven't seen you in so long. I just wanted to let you know I'm still alive and kicking...and wondering if I should erase you entirely from the world. I've decided to leave you be. You bring back fond memories of great friends and funny reads. So here you'll stay, and I'll come visit every now and then and smile. :-)Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-67932235265664712712013-09-02T18:52:00.001-04:002013-09-02T18:52:17.589-04:00Hello......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVUsnCyZZ0PA_I3KrlqLaHO_HBqmswsM_5xHTo4peGuGntD6306cHB_2EW0SKWlWKcVkXciluvMNAYKyHNEhoXoFL3cyhZ487Hmxjk-WcGH21ZOKkcbgX1cRM_7KKVV2SBcy_JQ/s1600/summer+goodbye.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVUsnCyZZ0PA_I3KrlqLaHO_HBqmswsM_5xHTo4peGuGntD6306cHB_2EW0SKWlWKcVkXciluvMNAYKyHNEhoXoFL3cyhZ487Hmxjk-WcGH21ZOKkcbgX1cRM_7KKVV2SBcy_JQ/s320/summer+goodbye.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I forgot I had a blog. Then I forgot how to post. Then I forgot my password. I looked it up and here I am......a few years older, not much wiser...but much more relaxed. Retired, loving it......living the dream. I earned it!<br />
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Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-35257258381256411242012-07-16T09:15:00.001-04:002012-07-16T09:15:24.149-04:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Good Morning Blogworld.....Hope all is well in your world. I'm doing just dandy. It's been a long hot summer but I'm keeping busier than ever. I'm dreaming about getting a house by the sea someday, so I figured if I put it out there the universe will see it and get it for me! :-) How's that for positive thinking?Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-10487430101393905852012-01-30T08:42:00.000-05:002012-01-30T08:42:39.451-05:00So Long, Sarge Charlie, My Friend<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVzO4M_lUWdZ7JYyK7nccw-JhH5BihdI8hrLwlXp9mUnSOjJCuue-wbJg4RO2jdk6MFDHfwifC0OpXBv-0DaRr8hr1OmDUd582xV6GAgaHBjX5h0U2DrgbZbcT4714V3rqA_mzw/s1600/432872110_1cc9fcc714.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">Rest in Peace, Sarge Charlie :-(<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVzO4M_lUWdZ7JYyK7nccw-JhH5BihdI8hrLwlXp9mUnSOjJCuue-wbJg4RO2jdk6MFDHfwifC0OpXBv-0DaRr8hr1OmDUd582xV6GAgaHBjX5h0U2DrgbZbcT4714V3rqA_mzw/s1600/432872110_1cc9fcc714.jpg" /></a></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-41675670062427091462011-10-05T23:30:00.000-04:002011-10-05T23:30:47.561-04:00I'm Still Alive and Well and Volunteering<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejMFCN4FIpC9a1mTaMQkYX77CMEEuw5S4dLupP63J9eZn_DlrHRY2lsFHtleT21QhNUeFdXF_gr7tXdh8q0n4_DOfknbWrDW8TmahLYwzxGOESCYSM-aZ3AmFWBdWuSxNhXPwvw/s1600/wtc2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejMFCN4FIpC9a1mTaMQkYX77CMEEuw5S4dLupP63J9eZn_DlrHRY2lsFHtleT21QhNUeFdXF_gr7tXdh8q0n4_DOfknbWrDW8TmahLYwzxGOESCYSM-aZ3AmFWBdWuSxNhXPwvw/s320/wtc2.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Here's a shot of the "Reflecting Absence" Pool and waterfalls at the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. <br />
It's remarkable, it's amazing, it's holy ground. It took my breath away. It's the first time I've been there since 2001 and really didn't know how I was going to react. I found my friends' names on the wall and hung out with them for a bit...... it was healing and peaceful.<br />
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They did a remarkable job there. Hundreds of trees around the two pools make it so serene. And even though there were hundreds of people at the site, it had a silent and respectful atmosphere.<br />
I'm glad I did it.<br />
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I decided to volunteer at the site a few times a month. I greet and lead the visitors into the site. It's nice to give back a little since so many lives were given to get this.<br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7;">Peace</span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-89775842774753043462011-09-07T21:24:00.000-04:002011-09-07T21:24:36.704-04:00Bless Them All<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cQNMXm_v3q0hiQhZ1Igl6ogTEp4DzZ24eUeovA5vfkXDM4r-7WBZilwTh9LXoc8-iw2DhMDGqH3JeZK6dMLKPK1oJHZj4Yi5jig5kgaGA9hiSCypJinWOmg9YF0wACSiUcgqZw/s1600/911.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cQNMXm_v3q0hiQhZ1Igl6ogTEp4DzZ24eUeovA5vfkXDM4r-7WBZilwTh9LXoc8-iw2DhMDGqH3JeZK6dMLKPK1oJHZj4Yi5jig5kgaGA9hiSCypJinWOmg9YF0wACSiUcgqZw/s1600/911.png" /></a></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-87504649889591985062011-08-30T09:26:00.000-04:002011-08-30T09:26:15.802-04:00She Went To Dance......<div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7Tul5YEYPDc3IukrZNeekuXraeCdDkIdSTDkV_fWtDs-m_anw_fzpsWROGwS4-ut-eExWRWtSmBJ3JO7AQEQqRsj-KiwMf65562mV4VpZcliuZJ__VYIklWS7iAYWPsJaUB41w/s1600/dance.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645809979139458322" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim7Tul5YEYPDc3IukrZNeekuXraeCdDkIdSTDkV_fWtDs-m_anw_fzpsWROGwS4-ut-eExWRWtSmBJ3JO7AQEQqRsj-KiwMf65562mV4VpZcliuZJ__VYIklWS7iAYWPsJaUB41w/s320/dance.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 229px;" /></a><br />
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<div>My Mom's dementia caused me to lose the person she was 12 years ago. The person she became was a child, who I cared for and loved. She didn't remember having children, but she liked me anyway, She sang and she laughed. She was one of the lucky ones if you can even use the word lucky along with dementia. Her body was strong but her mind as we knew it, disappeared. </div><div></div><div>Mom died in her sleep on Thursday. Peacefully. </div><div></div><div>She went to dance with my Dad! </div><div></div><div><span style="color: #cc66cc;">Peace</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-46251087448719024192011-05-02T09:26:00.001-04:002011-05-02T09:27:24.096-04:00Thank You.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kOOKgieFIDVfo6O_q-w_jwPvVuJEvpAwL0V1bBWSdI2M1ZEN4PJ_uJTLUYW3qh4ATYHrlZ5NHp09f6Sy47WEvAGpMeM-whytIHiRWOjU6UNREGedrXBTEBC-vgRxzApFQTJ4Hg/s1600/wtc.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602109614060501778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2kOOKgieFIDVfo6O_q-w_jwPvVuJEvpAwL0V1bBWSdI2M1ZEN4PJ_uJTLUYW3qh4ATYHrlZ5NHp09f6Sy47WEvAGpMeM-whytIHiRWOjU6UNREGedrXBTEBC-vgRxzApFQTJ4Hg/s320/wtc.jpg" /></a> Thank you U.S. Troops......God Bless America. (Maybe now they can rest in peace).<br /><br /></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-72486510462375500442011-04-26T08:36:00.002-04:002011-04-26T08:42:49.306-04:00Hello and Stuff<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTOAlUlcjVrYcu9Hr_t6ZG4GTBE3NJ9lWpFGHyz1w2XuLzk-SKYduscVXB-0W_Kl5AYwt-v_-8iqkDS2kSoxcR9CX5atn-2ivx2gvw_ov-_n9Qm4JUHQFwWj-13c8weE2n5sYpw/s1600/girlscouts.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599871665711811138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTOAlUlcjVrYcu9Hr_t6ZG4GTBE3NJ9lWpFGHyz1w2XuLzk-SKYduscVXB-0W_Kl5AYwt-v_-8iqkDS2kSoxcR9CX5atn-2ivx2gvw_ov-_n9Qm4JUHQFwWj-13c8weE2n5sYpw/s320/girlscouts.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I'm still waiting to plant my flowers and veggies!! The weather still sucks here. Damn.<br /><br />I've been keeping busy doing stuff, like going to see a taping of "America's Got Talent"...lol. I actually met Howie Mandel in a restaurant after the show. Pretty cool, huh?<br /><br />Peace</div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-61597727463362855562011-03-24T07:00:00.000-04:002011-03-24T07:00:21.719-04:00Joke Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nUTLY-OVidr8N1NWKQCjrdByOXLajH-vDQyL1uvxhh5PJiKwsJtPvt1suZJG9n881f-G39bJVpoMU2QCItIP2KsrgAso-vgA7S1G61HkeR-PJnvbU4WFLnP_W68wNszCscsBFg/s1600/charliesheencartoon.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010017755141170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2nUTLY-OVidr8N1NWKQCjrdByOXLajH-vDQyL1uvxhh5PJiKwsJtPvt1suZJG9n881f-G39bJVpoMU2QCItIP2KsrgAso-vgA7S1G61HkeR-PJnvbU4WFLnP_W68wNszCscsBFg/s320/charliesheencartoon.jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;">Peace</span></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-76713942706774757322011-03-23T07:00:00.000-04:002011-03-23T07:00:23.135-04:00A Whole Lot of Nothing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4cL6qsBxyKaP3YHvXLWGdSbYDqH4SuiYbm0XFGu2VdmYzW74VLhsxgm8xGBaFkMcWodRRrZKNs5bnBwPlHQf6Ma7VC5XlmHNFo4hwgGLKS7anxzCbTEX9INMzl3Y8xUBAe6qmg/s1600/garden.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586917756523010642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ4cL6qsBxyKaP3YHvXLWGdSbYDqH4SuiYbm0XFGu2VdmYzW74VLhsxgm8xGBaFkMcWodRRrZKNs5bnBwPlHQf6Ma7VC5XlmHNFo4hwgGLKS7anxzCbTEX9INMzl3Y8xUBAe6qmg/s320/garden.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Even tho we had a one day tease of warm weather, I gathered my patio furniture and cleaned it off and set it out. I straightened up the backyard and am waiting. lol. I'm like a caged animal.</div><br /><div>I know it's still March, but it's been a really long, long, cold, cold, snowy, snowy winter!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I watched the movie "127 Hours" last night!...O.M.G.! Have you seen it? It was a well done movie, but I had to hide my eyes...(even tho I peeked) through some of it. Now I see why it was nominated for an Academy Award.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My twin great nehpew and neice are coming to visit Friday.....can't wait. I bought them the cutest little outfits Saturday and can't wait to give them to em.</div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-30978741900481961152011-03-22T06:30:00.000-04:002011-03-22T06:30:01.724-04:00I'm A Bad, Bad Mother :-(<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvLUYQMWQsHHtQPR5sjPUE3C4NDhAHAvW9G5t147JBWPmG9n26mm-mNi_4r0Ddu5hR1kxK9fWQxkRx4xhzpRLcCqspPJdleZo8k9WVP7K3U8ItwJDV-54QXGLXXqYr0TC88bXmg/s1600/spudinyard.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586693625505296786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtvLUYQMWQsHHtQPR5sjPUE3C4NDhAHAvW9G5t147JBWPmG9n26mm-mNi_4r0Ddu5hR1kxK9fWQxkRx4xhzpRLcCqspPJdleZo8k9WVP7K3U8ItwJDV-54QXGLXXqYr0TC88bXmg/s320/spudinyard.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Now, it's not like I'm stressed out from work...or have lots on my mind...I am retired and live a pretty stress free life.<br /></div><div>It was a cold, rainy day today (yeah, yeah, Happy Spring)...pffft! The only thing on the agenda was a visit to my accountant. I let the dogs out in the yard (thru my new back door). Just before I left, got the dogs in and went on my merry way.<br /></div><div>Two hours later I come home and am greeted by two dogs....hmmm. One. Two. (I have three). ut oh....where's the Snot dog? Poor baby. I left him out in the yard.....lol. Luckily I do have an overhang and he was protected from the rain. I gave him lots of hugs to warm him up and some extra treats.....<br /></div><div>My friend Twinhead says from now on I have to count...1...2...3.....when the dogs come in to insure all my babies are in. LOL.<br /></div><div>How was your day?</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;">Peace</span></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-49056668789844872162011-03-18T06:00:00.000-04:002011-03-18T06:00:03.377-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3k_65jjpoeJ-k6StMu1ydDAJ4PC0kUa7pWaYyMRvRyumk_kAH_6fl0swRIg8dfuO4GXDpc8RYBCkqyTW_l6vhCsVZfzkgfdCbFcSAvzrh3lgcVrUc86Uk4xg4rv8qobK3G3I5VA/s1600/spring.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584864981046831762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3k_65jjpoeJ-k6StMu1ydDAJ4PC0kUa7pWaYyMRvRyumk_kAH_6fl0swRIg8dfuO4GXDpc8RYBCkqyTW_l6vhCsVZfzkgfdCbFcSAvzrh3lgcVrUc86Uk4xg4rv8qobK3G3I5VA/s320/spring.gif" /></a><br /><div>I can't wait for Spring! </div><div></div><br /><div>I want warm weather, I want to plant my flowers and tomatoes, I want to sit out in my yard, I want to go to the beach, I want the sun, I want the salt water, I want the sand, seashells and waves. Not to mention iced tea, lemonade, hot dogs and hamburgers on the grill.</div><div></div><br /><div>Am I asking for too much???</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;">Peace</span></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-36678569998597165822011-03-17T07:07:00.001-04:002011-03-17T07:07:00.443-04:00Kiss Me, I'm Irish<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTc19dRDWmT-Ns0AQGI04ZRfJU3r1sZ9Jrul683hDHRBvkniAKtabrXvLUIC_DeC_WkzKbfVML8j4TZgxD0AeeuOsy2SN5PHKHVf1nXjVJ7gLykvhg5bko1O5Wxa5-LM2JvnBo6w/s1600/pugstpats.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584833904734504050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTc19dRDWmT-Ns0AQGI04ZRfJU3r1sZ9Jrul683hDHRBvkniAKtabrXvLUIC_DeC_WkzKbfVML8j4TZgxD0AeeuOsy2SN5PHKHVf1nXjVJ7gLykvhg5bko1O5Wxa5-LM2JvnBo6w/s320/pugstpats.jpg" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Happy St. Patrick's Day!<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;">Peace</span> </div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-21250840272897548912011-03-01T08:44:00.004-05:002011-03-01T09:02:52.679-05:00I Forgot I Blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFFWFRRwaPHSAOWGY-M36jA9PRGeQNrxViR4u9DckSeeXcz9zAlcyR_6paHYMeX0CCatv1Gy5qssqwAGV66Blr1tCCHcFTyf38h0_Txkw2Gwk0p_qEp8UKJqSzfMM9vgfIgozCQ/s1600/elephant2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqFFWFRRwaPHSAOWGY-M36jA9PRGeQNrxViR4u9DckSeeXcz9zAlcyR_6paHYMeX0CCatv1Gy5qssqwAGV66Blr1tCCHcFTyf38h0_Txkw2Gwk0p_qEp8UKJqSzfMM9vgfIgozCQ/s320/elephant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579111646877233458" border="0" /></a><br />Oops I think I forgot I had a blog. LOL. I've been very busy doing "stuff" that I actually didn't think about posting. Mom's in the hospital with pneumonia. She turned 90 in January. I just can't believe it. She's doing fairly well still too... Bless her little heart. I've been going to the hospital every day. She still doesn't know who I am, but she likes me anyway. Cute. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" >Peace</span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-77333622921514743252011-02-23T06:20:00.002-05:002011-02-23T11:47:13.110-05:00Tank Comes Peeking<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7lqrzvfAyZUipg8J5yNIABh2PXcSHkW3hnunN1zgbx920e9MPFAbAi7NO8Q1iI50vnHjhzoJc6kCiaCC9f57x_GXeu0YanLA1r7cg6RseGItlIQHwQf0xCEN3enB0XT3ylTMTg/s1600/tankinbathroom2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7lqrzvfAyZUipg8J5yNIABh2PXcSHkW3hnunN1zgbx920e9MPFAbAi7NO8Q1iI50vnHjhzoJc6kCiaCC9f57x_GXeu0YanLA1r7cg6RseGItlIQHwQf0xCEN3enB0XT3ylTMTg/s320/tankinbathroom2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576927526124198850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYLGzCSM1RXA3yHyvhprYYpMyhA4mtrH7t5FtXf-hGiIs8Nq1jEwos4D3Pj0baCRHEaOdtbCP668ydkFDR02Ci2s2yIzRqJhUztvUTS1Yoz8p8XFksxYaVVLUddN13ArmahT1Anw/s1600/Tankinbathroom.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Can't I ever get any peace? :-)<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:78%;" >Peace</span><br /></div></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-87271658209557526512011-02-22T07:21:00.003-05:002011-02-22T07:24:53.622-05:00Smile Day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnOu3ZDiD2KgSf1sWInoVzDXL577-c9gTOZDC-m8Z83aHjGOwC52OpE9cswntLoEu9cuztyHZ0S6cpmsOWfVM8zx6mYHYq4lKjqMr1phcchj4Krvc3f_q5BHGzdqDa6271Ojl0A/s1600/elmo.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnOu3ZDiD2KgSf1sWInoVzDXL577-c9gTOZDC-m8Z83aHjGOwC52OpE9cswntLoEu9cuztyHZ0S6cpmsOWfVM8zx6mYHYq4lKjqMr1phcchj4Krvc3f_q5BHGzdqDa6271Ojl0A/s320/elmo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576488557290401906" border="0" /></a><br />There is a factory in Northern Minnesota which makes the Tickle Me Elmo toys. The toy laughs when you tickle it under the arms.<br /><br />Well, Lena is hired at The Tickle Me Elmo factory and she reports for her first day promptly at 8:00 am.<br /><br />The next day at 8:45 am there is a knock at the personnel manager's door.. The foreman throws open the door and begins to rant about the new employee..<br />He complains that she is incredibly slow and the whole line is backing up, putting the entire production line behind schedule.<br /><br />The personnel manager decides to see this for himself, so the 2 men march down to the factory floor. When they get there the line is so backed up that there are Tickle Me Elmo's all over the factory floor and they're really beginning to pile up. At the end of the line stands Lena surrounded by mountains of Tickle Me Elmo's.<br />She has a roll of plush red fabric and a huge bag of small marbles.<br /><br />The 2 men watch in amazement as she cuts a little piece of fabric, wraps it around two marbles and begins to carefully sew the little package between Elmo's legs.<br />The personnel manager bursts into laughter. After several minutes of hysterics he pulls himself together and approaches Lena ...<br />"I'm sorry," he says to her, barely able to keep a straight face, "but I think you misunderstood the instructions I gave you yesterday..." <br /><br />'Your job is to give Elmo two test tickles..<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" >Peace</span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-75128553661459589742011-02-18T07:55:00.004-05:002011-02-18T08:05:46.691-05:00Happy Friday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiev6OEZMQovLNrob5zwxTKD9j03dVyIPRyIv-ZAvLX4S1jJXAtO8kSvigK9DtCcNNk84MS5qZsTsStYepiy2ItEk1LJJQ4ypJ8PbHVodsFYl7jKSXa7CpO_TuOLWIymaansF9rQ/s1600/electrocution-toaster-demotivational-poster-1260470154.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiev6OEZMQovLNrob5zwxTKD9j03dVyIPRyIv-ZAvLX4S1jJXAtO8kSvigK9DtCcNNk84MS5qZsTsStYepiy2ItEk1LJJQ4ypJ8PbHVodsFYl7jKSXa7CpO_TuOLWIymaansF9rQ/s320/electrocution-toaster-demotivational-poster-1260470154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575014897614495298" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Dance Friday!<br /><br />It's supposed to be 60 degrees here today...so that's cause for dancing.....however it will go back down to the 30's tomorrow.....so I gotta dance as much as I can today. I've been fighting a bad cold all week...today I feel a little better so I intend to get out into the world today instead of getting in trouble at home. <br /><br />Trouble, you ask? Well....I almost electrocuted myself. How, you ask? Well...I'm the type of person who thinks they can fix anything. And I proceeded to splice a cord from one of my lamps that Tank chewed thru when he was a pup. I got all the tools and spliced and taped and such...then.....I go to plug it in. Zappppppppppppp........the plug turned black and melted a little....duh? What I learned, later, is that I was supposed to split the cord and then wind the two separately....and I wound the both of them together........ya live and learn.....thank god I'm still here to learn....lol.<br /><br />Hope y'all have a great weekend.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" >Peace</span><br /><br />(wow, I managed to get happy dancing and a monkey in one post...)Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-84824224321408872382011-02-15T23:34:00.001-05:002011-02-15T23:36:15.329-05:00Peanuts<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"><span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" ><br /><strong><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpeanutscharacterareyouquiz/results/?result=Linus">You Are Linus</a></strong><br /></span></td></tr><br /><tr><td bgcolor="#ffffff">I always loved Peanuts....See who you are!!!<br /><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpeanutscharacterareyouquiz/linus.png" height="100" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You are an optimistic and open minded person. You believe that everything will work out in the end.<br /><br />You are very kind and forgiving. You're always willing to give someone another chance.<br /><br />You are highly creative and innovative. People sometimes just don't get what you're doing.<br /><br />You are brainier and smarter than people realize. You are always thinking, plotting, or dreaming.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpeanutscharacterareyouquiz/">What Peanuts Character Are You?</a></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/">Blogthings: A Fine Line Between Insight and Stupidity</a></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-61287549327365260922011-02-15T08:03:00.002-05:002011-02-15T08:18:11.670-05:00Ouch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8A6TAirK_b6tjOXgpHS2w_XcJWCiBNFaLmdjdn7fJppi2F9htjjGSFHxZcBvh75PSOBgarQbd-olEMgRnpTVNNM3KtBTNsZm08uOt-YWLTDHiQm_O9wmN3qKd4jTqfmDCb-H9ig/s1600/sore-throat1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8A6TAirK_b6tjOXgpHS2w_XcJWCiBNFaLmdjdn7fJppi2F9htjjGSFHxZcBvh75PSOBgarQbd-olEMgRnpTVNNM3KtBTNsZm08uOt-YWLTDHiQm_O9wmN3qKd4jTqfmDCb-H9ig/s320/sore-throat1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573904931440331234" border="0" /></a><br />I woke up today with a sore throat! I never get sore throats...wtf? It hurts to speak! Oh nooo.<br />Drank some tea with honey and lemon. I haven't been sick in ages! At least since I retired. and I was just saying that to someone the other day too. Damn, I must have jinxed myself. I'm so glad I'm not a singer or I'd really be pissed.<br /><br />Tank the Terror (the Yorkie) got a hold of one my Christmas tea lite candles (the battery operated ones). I was sitting watching TV the other night when I noticed this blinking light our of the corner of my eye. I looked down and there was "the Terror" holding the candle in his mouth while it was blinking green, red and white. I just laughed so hard at the sight of it....I went to grab my camera but he ran away under the bed. OMG it was funny. (ya had to be there, I guess).<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Peace</span></span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-56577673014747033002011-02-14T08:58:00.002-05:002011-02-14T09:00:35.409-05:00Happy Valentine's Day????<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5ka9E5qfVdoummHgZHjFAB10A4DkC-SVWL2STUiS4yw8PTUTsRfGjejwJUCP4oYRs9HhRZ9wAHEZPx5TqFczB1uMFKuaZ2MztSPkx6-LniYaGQO8Jq58DDTaGeZVfmLO28liFg/s1600/valentine%2527s+day.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz5ka9E5qfVdoummHgZHjFAB10A4DkC-SVWL2STUiS4yw8PTUTsRfGjejwJUCP4oYRs9HhRZ9wAHEZPx5TqFczB1uMFKuaZ2MztSPkx6-LniYaGQO8Jq58DDTaGeZVfmLO28liFg/s320/valentine%2527s+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573544452469616674" border="0" /></a><br />Hope you have a great day! :-) <br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Peace</span></span><br /></div></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-32376401059694105842011-02-11T10:19:00.001-05:002011-02-11T10:21:49.504-05:00Happy Friday.....<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgk0OfH2jNGaDxKD2eHZzZ_NGHumBApigX1NyrSnqFiGQaxeLfWtx8RMT_LhBC8EfsZnIJ4b0Tc8juBgZZ1sJ4qVC4ik3EpF77VlizP4UaYFXDago6qS98Ucjb9-MWrFleseRsA/s1600/cynanice.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHgk0OfH2jNGaDxKD2eHZzZ_NGHumBApigX1NyrSnqFiGQaxeLfWtx8RMT_LhBC8EfsZnIJ4b0Tc8juBgZZ1sJ4qVC4ik3EpF77VlizP4UaYFXDago6qS98Ucjb9-MWrFleseRsA/s320/cynanice.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572451994917662866" border="0" /></a>What can I say...I have a sick sense of humor.....:-)))<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">HAVE A GREAT WEEKEND!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Peace</span></span><br /></div></div></div>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-66426694856709904952011-02-09T11:45:00.003-05:002011-02-09T11:55:01.183-05:00OMG I Have a Headache<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLw6sbAdVpW0dIJMgXEC7aGJDqJnK9zCciYHLyV0bQPX03FFUWHk7jvh4O2v1g-InP04goX5YKoYiM66U72IQZ5WDJsaZuUSLLZixnbZjH4DJkiEIA_omMXDy0Yay_fgK7GYOCOQ/s1600/deaf+dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLw6sbAdVpW0dIJMgXEC7aGJDqJnK9zCciYHLyV0bQPX03FFUWHk7jvh4O2v1g-InP04goX5YKoYiM66U72IQZ5WDJsaZuUSLLZixnbZjH4DJkiEIA_omMXDy0Yay_fgK7GYOCOQ/s320/deaf+dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571734340674012722" border="0" /></a><br />One of my many nice neighbors is on vacation this week and has her brother staying at her house....she's the one that watches my dogs on occasion. Her brother works during the day and she asked me to go over to let her dog out dur<span style="font-style: italic;">ing the day. She has an alarm on her hous</span>e and she gave me the codes and told me what to press to disarm it. Ok. sounds easy. Right? Wrong! Twice in two days, I've set her alarm off! lol. That ear splitting alarm that can make a dog and a human go deaf! OMG....I was so nervous that the fire department and the police would be coming any minute. Thankfully, she told the alarm company to call her first before they sent the police. so I got a call from her in Florida and she was just laughing. It's nerve wracking to say the least. At least she was understanding and the police didn't come. (But I think her dog is now deaf).<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br />Peace<br /></span></span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-3277537029712523642011-02-07T06:00:00.002-05:002011-02-07T08:21:31.380-05:00Movie Time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJVKAs3gjajjpq6mzPZR3RfF6Ue811weAvCLHA_zL98eGd_hFvyyymHLPX2mEQffYA87uLVLgUMH_-bIRGm_5EF9SKHEMKyiAIy3IfJhGtdfkj_RgqWTXT7u_kvNCKYS6GLYeXg/s1600/sanctum.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJVKAs3gjajjpq6mzPZR3RfF6Ue811weAvCLHA_zL98eGd_hFvyyymHLPX2mEQffYA87uLVLgUMH_-bIRGm_5EF9SKHEMKyiAIy3IfJhGtdfkj_RgqWTXT7u_kvNCKYS6GLYeXg/s320/sanctum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570587530366589618" border="0" /></a><br />Have you even been to one of those new movie theaters where they serve you dinner while watching a movie? I have. It was just too cool.<br /><br />It was a rainy, foggy Saturday so I called my friend, Twinhead, and asked if she was up for going, and off we went.<br /><br />The seats are overstuffed, very comfortable recliners with a table that slides in front of you. The wait staff comes with a menu and you chose your meal and drink. If you need anything during the movie you just press a button and they come and serve you! And, if you order popcorn, you get a giant bowl with endless refills! The food wasn't bad. I had a cheeseburger and it was rather tasty. You could also order cocktails and they even have a bar in the lobby.<br />Then they come around with a hot wet towel for you to clean up with. It was wild! and at the end of the movie they come around with a platter of chocolates.<br /><br />Oh, the movie we saw was James Cameron's "Sanctum", in 3D. Was an interesting movie. The scenery was absolutely gorgeous. It was suspenseful and I enjoyed it. (It was about cave diving and exploration).<br /><br />(Twinhead fell asleep and was amazed that a few people were, uh, missing from the screen when she woke up. Man, she can fall asleep anywhere!)<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Peace</span></span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19710105.post-14664092877464028352011-02-04T09:22:00.001-05:002011-02-04T09:23:39.997-05:00Happy Dance Friday!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi95i7c3AZd3xHp5G6VpBkoq_GL1wsHvDkZuYmAU6Mtx-JcIK0zNAH-8t-FUPOFveqbWMbFHBOJ2FOSLIYkKvS4PMURbSf9clIaqvBo0izlyVYnCsc30SQ7OWMDNk2EToLdOuIg/s1600/dance3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi95i7c3AZd3xHp5G6VpBkoq_GL1wsHvDkZuYmAU6Mtx-JcIK0zNAH-8t-FUPOFveqbWMbFHBOJ2FOSLIYkKvS4PMURbSf9clIaqvBo0izlyVYnCsc30SQ7OWMDNk2EToLdOuIg/s320/dance3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569839875531722818" border="0" /></a><br />I used to do a post while I was working called "Happy Dance Fridays"....Now that I'm retired, every day is Happy Dance Friday....and every day feels like Saturday!<br /><br />It's been a rough couple of years, but I actually do feel like dancing every day....it feels good to feel like my old self again (not that I'm old) lol. So, my advise today is: Keep on dancing!<br /><br />Have a great weekend.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Peace</span></span>Odathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03973602431527460287noreply@blogger.com8