Mamogram

Can anyone out there please tell me who invented the mammography apparatus. I'm guessing that it was a man. Someone who enjoys inflecting pain on woman. either that or i just went on someones bad day.

Yes, i know that this is necessary and should be done yearly. I understand all of that. The part that i don't understand is the compression of certain parts of my anatomy that aren't supposed to be compressed.

When you think they are done and all of a sudden they compress just that little extra to make you wince. they then tell to to hold your breathe, as if i could do anything else.

Yes, I'm whining. It hurts like hell.

Weekend

Lazy day weekends, the misting rain, some thunder and lighting. All in all it wasn't a bad weekend. A little too much yard work, when you have a big dog you need to rake the yard.

Sore a little this morning, i think i need more exercise is my daily routine. Start walking some and try to loose some weight.

Happy Monday!! (yeah right)

Nightmare!!

Heart pounded, blood racing, dogs howling. My feet are running and i'm not getting anywhere. I have to run, someones in trouble oh my god run faster. Get there, get there!

That was how i woke up this morning. It was not a pleasant feeling. Dogs howling, St. Bernards normally don't howl. But i was sure that I actually felt the bed vibrating from the force of his howl. Talk about waking up in a cold sweat. I'm hoping that whatever triggered that type of nightmare will go far, far away.

I usually don't remember my dreams, so this one knocked my socks off. It took me a few minutes to shake it off. Then it pissed me off, i got up and shot the dog a dirty look and preceded to get to the coffee pot. I needed at least one cup to soothe my nerves, than a few extra to get ready for work.

After at least a pot of coffee I'm ready to take on the day, I think.

Scammed......Really???

POP!
Did you hear that? That was my artistic bubble bursting, thank god it was only a small bubble.

So, I have been scammed. Yes, me of all people. I am normally very careful in what I do and who I deal with, but it has happened. I seen an article in a very reputable magazine for a poetry contest, hmmm i thought maybe I should give it a try. Well I sent out a copy of my poem in late December, and really forgot about it. Every once in awhile it would pop into the back of my mind. Holidays were here and I had much to much to do, and survive the holiday emotions.

Much to my surprise, just about a week ago I received a letter from the publishing company saying "your poem made it to the semi-final rounds". WOW, Really i was so excited and thrilled, you see this poem was about my son and my feelings. So I thought that i might actually be able to share some of those thoughts with others, that have gone through the same thing i have.

I was talking to my sister and told her about the contest (because i didn't let anyone know i submitted an entry). As i was telling her she was asking about the publishing company and all of a sudden....SILENCE, knowing my sister as i do and hearing the tapping of her computer keys I figured something was up. As she was saying let me check things out, something in the back of my slowly functioning brain was saying uh-oh. Things got hectic at work and I didn't have a chance to check out the publishing name until much later.

And there it was SCAMMED!!!! The bubble popped, I only lost the small fee of a stop payment on a check, so i was grateful for that. My younger sister was so indignant on my behave that she started raising cane. I'm supposed to protect her being the older one (not telling how much older) she even called the publishing attorney. and blasted them. SO beware of of poem contests, especially if you see the name EBER & WEIN PUBLISHING.

A lesson well learned and I can actually smile, shake my head and say damn.

Lazy day

Too early in the morning to really do anything except stretch out and enjoy a second cup of coffee. That's how i feel right now. Knowing that the day is looming before me, and the many things that need to be done.

Right now my mind is at ease with remembrance of the happy days that have passed. Of course, once you start remembering the happy times, you also remember the bitter days that have followed.

My morning are the worst and best of times. Having lost a son to cancer over a year ago is what prompted me to begin a blog. Sometimes it is easier to write about what i am feeling than talking about it. Sitting in my quiet corner of the couch in the living room and looking over to where the hospital bed stood for a few months and seeing an impish grin on my sons face was a treasure and the remembrance is a torture. He was too young to die, his life still full ahead of him. My head is in a tangle and my heart is torn. These are my mornings and why i don't linger with my cup of coffee.

These are my thoughts on a daily bases. I hear as time goes on, your sure to heal, or it will get easier. All i can say is hmmm.

Well now that i have posted my thoughts and reclaimed a small portion of my sanity I will continue on with my day.

Not all of my posts will be so depressing, most will weird or upbeat and some will be totally pissed off. i do tend to speak out at times (just ask my sister).

It's time for cleaning and getting my monster of a dog off my bed long enough to make it.

Spring?????

After i woke up this morning, very happy that it was indeed the firsy day of spring and Friday on top of that. As i let the big pooch out, much to my surprise it's snowing. What the hell is going on here???

Please, no more snow or cold weather until next fall. I know that i sound like a whining kid, but come on. Haven't we all had enough of the cold weather?

Good Morning Kisses

Let me tell you, there is nothing more slobbery than a good morning kiss from George. George weighs about 135lbs and thinks he rules the roosts.

Actually he really does, he loves to sit on the couch (and i mean actually sit) back legs and but on the couch, front paws on the floor. I adore this dog. He has been with the family for almost 4 years now.

Our last dog had cancer and after he left us the house was so quiet and lonely. Enter a fluffy, fuzzy 3 month old St. Bernard. We feel in love at first sight! The name George came from my hubby, for some reason he thought he looked like a George (no offense to any George out there). On our first trip to Petsmart we took George with us and let me tell you it was a very long time spent in the store. We had to set him up for puppy school (he passed 2 courses and flunked out of the third) the word sit just didn't inspire him that much. Everyone need to pet and cuddle him throughout the store.

But, seriously though, being woken up in the morning by a big wet slobbery kiss is not always appreciated. Just ask my hubby as he starts groaning and wiping his face. How can anyone resist a face like?

Bad Day

Did you ever just walk into the office and BAM everything and everyone starts at once. Well welcome to my world today.

Everyone started at once, please i have had only 1 1/2 cups of coffee this morning. You don't understand, i growl before at least three cups. My mind isn't working properly without the required dose of caffeine.

I just needed to share my morning with you.

Off to the coffee pot now.
See ya!

Harder than it looks

Okay, as you can tell this is my first blog ever. I'm not really the writer in the family, my sister is much better. You need to check out her blog "catootes", very witty and too the point. One of my morning rituals is to see what's going on with her blog.

I have been trying to get my act together and start posting, but it is harder than it looks. It's very intimidating to sit down to a blank screen and try to begin to write something.

I'm hoping to add some pictures as i get acquainted with being a "blogger"

See you soon.