<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753</id><updated>2012-01-17T08:12:40.961-06:00</updated><category term='tile'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='hero.'/><category term='blood tests'/><category term='how we met...'/><category term='rents'/><category term='brad'/><category term='the grape'/><category term='change'/><category term='Farmer*s wife'/><category term='pottery man'/><category term='time off'/><category term='Crock'/><category term='brick wall'/><category term='horoscope'/><category term='meds'/><category term='blind'/><category term='lOVE THAT.'/><category term='chicago'/><category term='ETK'/><category term='disappointed'/><category term='Lovee'/><category term='Ike'/><category term='Monkey'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='missing Lovee'/><category term='knee pads'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='brain squish'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='kids and grandkids'/><category term='funnies'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='horns'/><category term='SIL'/><category term='earth axis'/><category term='be nice'/><category term='life'/><category term='prop 8-love'/><category term='blogger'/><category term='parentals'/><category term='squiddly'/><category term='Gary'/><category term='vote'/><category term='dennys'/><category term='colors'/><category term='dementia'/><category term='grape juice'/><category term='12'/><category term='irl'/><category term='out loud'/><category term='back pain'/><category term='Mom'/><category term='new blog name'/><category term='sisterlittle'/><title type='text'>TT's-Paint and Spackle Grape Juice</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm undiscribable at times,loving,compassionate, blah,bla...  
I fell in love with my husband within the first week we met and after 36 years I'm still madly in love with him. Even counting the 23 years with him in the USMC. I still get giddy whenever he calls.  The parentals have moved in with us and I'm on fabulous meds!! LMAO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2554804349303573708</id><published>2012-01-17T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:10:04.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dementia'/><title type='text'>Dementia part Deux.............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yep....it's here.&amp;nbsp; The mom got the diagnosis after having 2 heart attacks in as many days.&amp;nbsp; The first one she refused treatment once the pain was under control.&amp;nbsp; The second one she wasn't given a choice.&amp;nbsp; Nitro wouldn't relieved the pain. So one week in the hospital getting 2 stints and she's sort of back to normal..whatever that is.&lt;br /&gt;But...the Dr. says that whatever was going on in her heart was probably going on in her head.&amp;nbsp; Enter Dementia.&amp;nbsp; Mafugly ugly desease!!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's not as bad as Dad's was.&amp;nbsp; Not yet anyway.&amp;nbsp; Dear God please don't let it get there either!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tough as nails...but can be as weak as a young sapling...&lt;br /&gt;I'm strong as a rock...but can&amp;nbsp;break like a china cup...&lt;br /&gt;I'm head strong ...but can melt like snow at any given moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only saving grace in this whole picture....if that's what i can call it....is that she's let go of most of her criticalness...is that a word???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She forgets too easily to criticize me.&amp;nbsp; Finally........i'm free of that after 57 years...but at what cost???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the past...i can only accept what the future has in store for me and go with it.&amp;nbsp; I'll survive the challenge; and i;ll be intact when it's over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I'll be stronger than i ever knew.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be more compassionate than i thought i could be.&lt;br /&gt;I will love easier and forgive faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2554804349303573708?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2554804349303573708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2554804349303573708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2554804349303573708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2554804349303573708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2012/01/dementia-part-deux.html' title='Dementia part Deux.............'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5137435895565538516</id><published>2011-10-01T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T13:58:52.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>scratched and dented</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;ya know....usually i think of my self as being sort of like a coffee mug...not the usual kind tho;&amp;nbsp; made of rubber mostly. Like if I was dropped I'd bounce and not break...if I was run into no one would get hurt...we'd just bounce off each other....i may get a few slight dings here and there from playing with sharp objects...and after a while of being knocked around my color might fade a bit ....but otherwise....I'd stay very resilient.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;But here lately....i feel a wee change starting.&amp;nbsp; Almost like an osmosis thing is taking place.&amp;nbsp; Part of me is&amp;nbsp;turning into a porcelain china coffee cup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The whole cup thing is odd b/c I don't drink coffee....or hot tea....so not sure why I don't think of myself as a glass....lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;whatever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;any who...I don't feel as indestructible as I used to.&amp;nbsp; It's being chipped away...actually, some days it feels like chunks&amp;nbsp; of rubber&amp;nbsp;are being hammered off leaving the fragile porcelain exposed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I don't like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;not one bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just thought I'd share a thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;needed to squish the grape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5137435895565538516?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5137435895565538516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5137435895565538516&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5137435895565538516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5137435895565538516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2011/10/scratched-and-dented.html' title='scratched and dented'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2105504940971321724</id><published>2011-03-31T11:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:06:19.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>March 11,2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom woke Lovee and I up a wee bit after midnight..."Daddy's gone"....that's all I heard as I jumped out of bed and ran into their room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had given him his meds a bit after 9....pulled the covers up snuggly around him....stroked his head and kissed him goodnight.&amp;nbsp; I told him I was going to bed; that Mom was sleeping; that Lovee would be back in to give him some more medicine in a couple hours; that I&amp;nbsp; loved him and hoped he had sweet dreams and slept tight....and that I'd see him in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime btw then and midnight he left us.&lt;br /&gt;It had been Mom's wish that he would make his journey on March 11.&amp;nbsp; That way she'd only have one date to remember...my brother's and daddy's.&amp;nbsp;His last gift to her....was the date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was so nice.&amp;nbsp; I've never attended a funeral where ppl laughed so much.&amp;nbsp; He would have liked that.&amp;nbsp; He was such a kidder and jokster.&amp;nbsp; My sweet, sweet Lovee wrote and delivered the eulogy. Dad had told sisterlittle and I years ago that he thought it'd be nice if she and I could say something nice abt him at his funeral....fat chance of that we thought.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Lovee did it for us.&amp;nbsp; He struggled at times but got through it with such love.&lt;br /&gt;Our pastor did a tremendous job...she was so so fond of dad and he thought the world of her.&amp;nbsp; She often came to visit him and he would always perk up whenever she walked through the door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So glad she was able to officiate at the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw people at the chapel we hadn't seen in years....interesting I thought.&amp;nbsp; Dad's old golf buddies from wayyy back...friends they hadn't seen in years...friends I hadn't seen in years....&lt;br /&gt;Made me start thinking again...&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to pursue that any more...not worth it.&amp;nbsp; I was at peace with everyone and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know how to do this....but I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself time....&lt;br /&gt;feeling tremendously blessed and grateful for having the honor to care for him.&lt;br /&gt;He's whole now.&amp;nbsp; No glasses are needed...he can hear...no confusion....he's young again.&amp;nbsp; Peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;Have sweet dreams and sleep tight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2105504940971321724?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2105504940971321724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2105504940971321724&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2105504940971321724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2105504940971321724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-112011.html' title='March 11,2011'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6166437318997848426</id><published>2011-03-07T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:21:11.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know how to do this</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;i've never seen a class offered on how to say goodbye to parents.&amp;nbsp; How am I supposed to say goodbye to my precious daddy?&amp;nbsp; it's so final. he's sleeping. Can he hear me? can he feel me holding his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" style="background: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;?? washing his face?? has he heard me tell him it's ok to 'go home'? will his dementia let him understand it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Days,.... the Hospice nurse said.&amp;nbsp; Days.&amp;nbsp; ever thought abt that? Days come and go without us even realizing it sometimes...sometimes it seems like they take forever to go by....time is relative isn't it?&amp;nbsp; i need more time.&amp;nbsp; Selfishly I want more time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but there's pain involved....a terrible wasting away....he&amp;nbsp;can't eat...can't drink....can't talk....the only sounds out of him these 'days' are moans.&amp;nbsp; But because he can't communicate we don't know what they mean....ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So I pray....and pray....and pray some more.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then i remember to breathe....i try to match my breatheing with his....can't...it's too shallow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lovee.....my precious and loving Lovee....he's hurting in this too.&amp;nbsp; He never got to tell his parents goodbye.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He's hyper-vigilent with Dad now.&amp;nbsp; Sitting by his bedside...holding his hand...pulling the covers up around him....coz daddy hates to be cold...he covers him....drops the liquid pain meds in his mouth&amp;nbsp; at the right time....never letting too much time go by...no suffering for his precious father inlaw....he's there for him.&amp;nbsp; Always has been...and will be till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lovee and i are taking shifts....making sure the meds stay in him round the clock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but still...I don't know how to do this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;in a few 'days' i'll learn tho won't I?&amp;nbsp; whether or not I want to....i'll learn.&amp;nbsp; Because i'll have to do it again one day.. the mom is still with us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Losing the love of her life of 60 years.&amp;nbsp; I don't think she knows how to do this either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;WE'll all learn together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We'll get by with a little help from our friends.....isn't that how it's supposed to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6166437318997848426?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6166437318997848426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6166437318997848426&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6166437318997848426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6166437318997848426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-dont-know-how-to-do-this.html' title='i don&apos;t know how to do this'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1560536220732469931</id><published>2011-02-04T20:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:02:47.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mind...a terrible thing to waste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I'm bored.  Imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking abt blogging again...&lt;br /&gt;not completely sure abt what I'll write abt...whatever pops into this grape I guess...&lt;br /&gt;I may get a wee bit snotty....or rude...or totally out of character for what you're u sed to...&lt;br /&gt;just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;I may decide to ....ooh....whatever...&lt;br /&gt;we'll see&lt;br /&gt;still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;thinking&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;thinking....&lt;br /&gt;more later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1560536220732469931?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1560536220732469931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1560536220732469931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1560536220732469931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1560536220732469931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-minda-terrible-thing-to-waste.html' title='My mind...a terrible thing to waste...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4231293519340051767</id><published>2011-01-20T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:51:26.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new read</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;surprise surprise......yep it's me. I'm still alive. Ran into another uplifting site that I want to share with all ya'll. It's called Milas Daydreams and it's on my list of blogs. &lt;br /&gt;Worth the trip.  At least I think the 'gals' out there will enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we're still going strong here....the parentals are still kicking.  So am I.  So is Lovee.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new really except Dememtia Dad's Dementia is getting really bad.  It's just the nature of the beast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee has joined me in taking the little pink happy pills.  Poor guy....He fought the good fight but it eventually got to him too.  Thankfully he got on the meds and we'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE got new computers for Christmas.  I'm on a laptop now. :) woohoo!!!  Lovee got a new PC that can handle his Flight Simulator game.  That's his stress reliever.  So we can both do our thing whenever we want and...AND I can take this lovely gal out to the smoke hole with me.  Yea...I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;Our Precious bonus daughter, ETK, flew out here and hooked everything up for us.  Yes, we're challenged.  Isn't that what kids are for? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still not in the mood to blog much anymore.  I've gotten reaquainted with an old friend of mine who has turned out to be the best friend I've ever had.  Seriously.  So supportive...without a prompt from me....calls, visits,  dreams with me....you name it..she's there. WE are in each others corner.  I love it.  I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here at my kitchen table, looking at the 5 inches of snow we got and the sun shining down on it making everything so sparklie....just the way i like things. :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good in the grape.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;tt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4231293519340051767?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4231293519340051767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4231293519340051767&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4231293519340051767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4231293519340051767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-read.html' title='new read'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-160996870833107360</id><published>2010-07-23T08:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T13:01:26.379-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>7-23-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well...here I am...needing to squish a wee bit.  Nothing too big....just that dreaded 12...no, more like 5 year old feeling.  I reallly hate it! Have I mentioned before how much I hate playing the age game with the parentals? yea, I thought so :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dad's dementia is getting worse.  Seriously worse.  But...today of all days ( shower day) he knew it was me who showered him.  ugh! he usually thinks I'm a 'hired' gal who comes in....made me feel better knowing he thought that way actually...but afterwards...he asked if I resented giving "your old man a shower"....**snif-snif**... No Dad I don't..." well I'm sure glad b/c I don't know what I'd do w/o you"...** bigger sniffers**. ugh.......&lt;br /&gt;I know I should shower him more often than I do, but I just can't bring myself to do it.  I'm awful. Period.  No rebuttals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is showing signs of Dementia too. :(....that'll be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know what happens when I run out of my happy pills? It's sooo not pretty.  I did it once before when Dad was in the hospital.  Ugly time.  I did it again just last week. OMG...I didn't know I'd forgotten them...I just missed that bottle when I was filling our pill cases... ( yep..we take so many that I fill the cases up weekely so I WON"T forget one.)and went abt 3 days w/o them.  Then the 'gazzzittts' started in my brain.  That's the only way I can describe it...it feels like the way electrical 'arcs' go.  Does that make sense?? Weird I know...but when the gazittts hit, it stops me in my tracks and I can't think or anything for a few seconds... totally weird.  Then the headaches start and the tireds set in and all I can think of is jumping off a cliff.  Seriously...ugh! But it's not untill then that I realize what's going on.  Takes abt 2 days to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and I  had a new patio poured.  It's ginormous!! bought some chaise loungers love seat and chairs...huge umbrella...and put a dining table on it..Way...cool.  L.O.V.E .IT. !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and I also had our yearly vacation.  Went to Texas to see #2 son, Pups and his lovely's new casa.  WOW.....can you say mini-mansion.  Had a great time there.  Then went further south to see Farmer's Wife!!!!!!! and her clan AND DEZ....glasshalfempty gal....and her hubs.  We had the mst fabulous time there.  Got to ride on a go-cart w/ farmer Jr. and see lots of corn! Visited with the wee g-pig....saw lil gal in all her glory...:)...even saw the 'queen of Sheba tub' -I want one!!!! Dez is wayyyy sweet...and showed us around and took us to the beach.  Loved it all.  Too short a visit tho..:(&lt;br /&gt;Then off to San Antinio to see some friends and go to the riverwalk....great time in all.&lt;br /&gt;Sisterlittle survived.  Mainly b/c we opened the pool before we left and she was in it everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Good for her I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the pool everyday too.  it's keeping me sane.....mostly. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs and loves to all.&lt;br /&gt;tt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-160996870833107360?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/160996870833107360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=160996870833107360&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/160996870833107360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/160996870833107360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2010/07/7-23-2010.html' title='7-23-2010'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3229646420164957393</id><published>2010-03-25T14:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:23:11.761-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So....here it is...March 25 1977.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Oops...no it's march 25, 2010.   It's babyboy's birthday so I've been going back and forth in time today.  Did I ever dream that on his 33rd birthday I'd be living in Okla-f-ing-homa and taking care of the rents in MY home?? hell no!! haha&lt;br /&gt;Life***** it's what happens when you're not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since being on my meds, I don't feel the need to rant and rave about all the goings on in my life.  Interesting.  I mainly just get on Facebook these days for a quick-down-and-dirty look at my friends and see what's going on.  Quick being the operative word.  Time is a precious commodity to me. &lt;br /&gt;The rents are still kicking if you're curious.  Dad gets wonkier by the day and the Mom...well, she still manages to piss me off at least once a week.  Which is better than it used to be.  I think she's now afraid to piss me off because if I can't care for them...it's the dreaded Nursing Home!!&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't do that to the Dad...he's too precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  that's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something exciting will happen in my life that I'll be able to share.  But...doubtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and aqueezers to any who read this!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3229646420164957393?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3229646420164957393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3229646420164957393&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3229646420164957393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3229646420164957393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2010/03/so.html' title=''/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3665999185042513205</id><published>2010-01-20T13:37:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T14:04:54.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>here squishie squishie...</title><content type='html'>need to squish a bit. &lt;br /&gt;Probably random incoherent thoughts will surface.  That's OK. It's my blog and I'll be incoherent and indecisive if I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been 4 freaking months since the rents moved in with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I.  4 frustrating,glorious,maddening,tiring,blessed months.  So many emotions.  It's hard to count them all.&lt;br /&gt;What happens to older &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;( the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; ) who just give up or can't do anything ?  They sit in front of the fireplace, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;snuggies&lt;/span&gt; ( of course ) on, drifting in and out of sleep like a bump on a pickle....for hours at a time.  When they do wake or stir it's to call me...the beck and call girl person...to do whatever it is they need.  Take Dad to the bathroom ( and all that involves )...get them some coffee...dress the Dad...put on the Mom's shock and shoes ...fasten her bra....fix her hair...give Dad a shower...dole out the meds...cook...clean...drive....shop.......ugh...the list goes on and on.  There is no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.&lt;br /&gt;That's just the way it is. &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing Gods work.  I see that. &lt;br /&gt;But at the same time....I actually feel as if my life may stay this way.  I can't dream my way into &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee's&lt;/span&gt; and my future anymore.  I'm stuck in the here and now.  Never was that way before.  I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;I miss lots of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I want to rebel........I want to throw myself on the ground and throw a huge &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hissy&lt;/span&gt; fit...I want to go...anywhere...w/o telling anyone where I'm going or when I'll be back. &lt;br /&gt;Oh....it's freedom I'm missing I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 'Aha' moment just flashed me.  Any flash is better than no flash I guess.&lt;br /&gt;I miss me.  I miss the way things were. I hate pity parties - whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's Dementia is getting worse by the day.  I thought he looped before...ha...now it happens every 2 minutes or so. He has absolutely no idea how to shower...brush his teeth...what order to put clothes on or off...what to eat....nothing...unless I tell him.  Sad. So, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;The Mom is.........well, I think she may be developing Alzheimer's.  That's my gut talking..&lt;br /&gt;I think Dementia is a nicer dimension the the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alz&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alz&lt;/span&gt; can be very mean.  In my case anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just how their personalities were before.  Dad the jovial happy guy...Mom the dour, pessimistic nagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss having friends to go places with.  Most of my friends were from work.  Those kind of friends fade when you no longer work together.  Some friends only call when they want something....I don't like that, but I talk to them to lessen my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;...then hang up and swear to myself that I won't do it again....but I do. :(&lt;br /&gt;Lovee is still my hero.  I'd be 6 feet under right now if he weren't with me.  Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;I'm doing something my mind really can't get a grip on....i know it's the right thing to do...but I miss life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ramble,squish.........whatever....&lt;br /&gt;gotta go fold the laundry and take the rents for a walk outside...it's nice today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3665999185042513205?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3665999185042513205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3665999185042513205&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3665999185042513205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3665999185042513205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-squishie-squishie.html' title='here squishie squishie...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3749977322702604781</id><published>2009-10-22T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T09:50:49.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog gone........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;did I mention we had to find new homes for my wee &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chihuahua's&lt;/span&gt;? sucks!! &lt;br /&gt;Number 3 son and his girlfriend took them for a while but eventually had to find new homes for them.  I guess having 6 wolves and 3 dogs PLUS our 2 was a wee bit much. No worries though.  Pebbles is being treated like the princess she knows she is and Panda is ruling her new house.  They actually live next door to each other and can run the fence together.  That makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; in with us we really didn't have a choice.  Both of them are blind.  The thought of one or both of them tripping over a dog makes me shiver... and with my Dad's Diabetes he bleeds so easily that the smallest scratch is like a rushing river.  Panda just loves everyone and always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;greeted&lt;/span&gt; Dad with paw which always made him bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shitfuckhelldamn&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;The new mommies say I can visit but I think it's best that I don't.  For one that dreaded throat lump would appear and two....I wouldn't want to stir up old feelings in them or make them think I was bringing them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grape's not to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squishy&lt;/span&gt; lately... and now a days when I'm doing my paint and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;spackle&lt;/span&gt; routine I'm usually so rushed that nothing is getting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reshuffled&lt;/span&gt; up in the grape house.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me...&lt;br /&gt;i probably need to do a wee bit of rearranging up there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later maters...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3749977322702604781?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3749977322702604781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3749977322702604781&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3749977322702604781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3749977322702604781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/10/dog-gone.html' title='Dog gone........'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3161702075095448604</id><published>2009-10-21T14:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:28:09.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm reallly curious.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; about relationships...with friends...that's what I'm squeezing the grapes about today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few posers for anyone who may like to give me some input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you 'expect' your good or best friends to- call you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Emails are fine for quick questions or little miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;yous&lt;/span&gt; or thinking of you things...but nothing replaces a phone call.  Well, except the next item.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you 'expect' your good or best friends to- visit you if they live fairly close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. In &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TT's&lt;/span&gt; world :) friends don't need an invitation.  The door is always open. Especially these days or actually the last few years when I've been so limited because of my care giver duties.  I know people get busy and everyday life gets in the way, but how hard is it to carve out some time for a 'friend'? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you 'expect' your good or best friends to- invite you to their home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Why not? If you can't go for some reason plan another time.  How hard is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you 'expect' your good or best friends to- include you in fun things you both enjoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.  If you share the same genre of activities why not include each other? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you 'expect' your good or best friends to be up to date on your goings on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do. Especially best friends.  Should you have to do all the 'telling' or do you expect them to ask for information.  I think friends should be interested in most aspects of your life....otherwise why would you consider them a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Do you 'expect' your good or best friends to tell you how it is or sugar coat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think women tend to sugar coat things so as not to hurt feelings.  But at the same time I think it's wrong.  Because if you aren't straight forward enough things can get misconstrued and all twisted up and resentment can build.  It's the old " i can't tell him/her what I really think about this because I may loose a friend"  Well.......if you loose the friend because you were honest about your feelings then what did you really loose?  Honesty doesn't have to be mean spirited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of these questions may seem childish or boring, but have you ever really thought of what you expect out of a friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes time to build a true relationship with someone.  A friend is different than an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquaintance&lt;/span&gt;  obviously.  A true, life long friend is rare I think.  I mean couples marry because they're in love....people become friends because of commonalities....but,down the road when one or both of them change....there's a split.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.........complicated.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now....I'm through squeezing the grapes for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I still hate that damn TT thingie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3161702075095448604?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3161702075095448604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3161702075095448604&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3161702075095448604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3161702075095448604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-reallly-curious.html' title='I&apos;m reallly curious.....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8034933277037387146</id><published>2009-10-07T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:15:18.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>in case anyone wonders.....</title><content type='html'>The parental units are living with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I as of the 19 of September!!!  Yep.....it happened.   &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;they both took a fall...he actually fell on her!  One of his dizzy spells got him and she tried to help.  didn't work out too well.  She bruised her whole right side, bruised up her ribs real bad, broke her foot and a toe.  We thought he escaped injury...but no.  His back went &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;waaayyyy&lt;/span&gt; south.&lt;br /&gt;He ended up in the hospital &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of the pain and basically went down hill from there.  I HATE hospitals!!  I understand their function but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;geeze&lt;/span&gt;!!!........... he was left to lay in his own waste for hours at a time!!!  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now he's home....more tests to try and determine what if anything can be done for his back.  His Dementia is worse.  it collides with this world and gets him all confused.  Mom, bless her heart, just sits by his bedside and watches over him all day!!! it's awful...&lt;br /&gt;I go check on him and watch to see if the covers are moving or if I can hear him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;breathing&lt;/span&gt;.  I have to do everything for him these days.  Feed him when he'll eat...bathe him...change his diapers....get him up....get him down....you name it...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I  do it for him.  The baths and diapers are the hardest thing..........not hard to do exactly, it's just that I never...EVER...thought about having to do such personal things for my Daddy! it's hard. very hard.  I'm thinking it won't be long before Hospice shows up. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;.......he's still my rock.  Actually he's my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mountain&lt;/span&gt;.  Could I do this without him??  Absolutely not!  No way.&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a bit more but that's it for now.  It hurts my head rethinking it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did find out what happens if I run out of my happy pills........it's not pretty.  It's actually quite frightening.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; saved me though and got them to me.  Never again will I run out. NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duties beckon........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8034933277037387146?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8034933277037387146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8034933277037387146&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8034933277037387146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8034933277037387146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-case-anyone-wonders.html' title='in case anyone wonders.....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5763027171010593623</id><published>2009-07-29T08:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:08:43.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>still here.....</title><content type='html'>I'm just not full of interesting tidbits anymore.  Curious isn't it?&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....that stupid TT thingie is bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going on.  Parentals are still alive.  I'm still on my marvelous meds....which I'll need next week when the parentals and I fly to Denver so they can see Sisterlittles house.&lt;br /&gt;The fun never ends.&lt;br /&gt;Turned 55 two days ago.  Double nickels work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah...blah...blah....&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll do a real post this weekend....we'll see&lt;br /&gt;xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5763027171010593623?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5763027171010593623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5763027171010593623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5763027171010593623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5763027171010593623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-here.html' title='still here.....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-9105970046302553347</id><published>2009-04-15T04:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:22:34.128-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting squishie with it  .......ha</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought about tooth brushes?  The electric kind?  I know.......every morning right? lol..........&lt;br /&gt;Well, you ought to see what an 83, soon to be 84 year old man who's legally blind and has Dementia does with his!!!  Tuesdays are my ' wet cleaning' days.  Bathrooms, non carpeted floors, sinks, tubs etc.  My parentals don't use the same bathroom to bathe and stuff.  Dad's is upstairs in my old room.  There is a HUGE mirror, about 10 feet long or so that spans the length of the vanity.  One sink.  Each Tuesday I'm completely surprised at that I see on that vanity and mirror.  Seriously!!!!!  I know what's coming as I walk in there but still I'm amazed at the sheer volume of toothpaste mess.  Toothpaste splatters are literally everywhere!!!!!!  The whole length of the mirror.........the entire vanity and anything sitting on it....the shower doors behind it..... the walls....nothing is left untouched.....even the toilet!  ( which has it's own mess mind you ) Cracks me up! lol&lt;br /&gt;I think it would be like handing a 3 year old an electric toothbrush, telling him to brush his teeth and then leaving the room.  Facinating ;)  I can only imagine how long it takes him to find the off button. &lt;br /&gt;Yep, it's a full life. :)&lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dad had 2 cancer spots cut off his ears yesterday morning.  Guess what we talked about the rest of the day?  hahaha...his bank statement!  I'll never figure out how the mind works.  &lt;br /&gt;**************************************************&lt;br /&gt;My daily schedule was so off yesterday from Dr. appointments and grocery stores...3 grocery stores mind you....going to the bank about 'said' statement.....plus Dad loosing one of his night time syringes and not being able to find it...that's curious....that I completely forgot to do their weekly pillcases!  I got a call from the Mom about 30 minutes after I had taken my sleepers.  Well, shitfuckdamn!  My bad.  Drove back down to Tulsa, a 30 minute drive, filled the pills while listening to my Dad laugh about trying to find the pills in the empty case ( it really was funny ) and then the trip home.  I think I was asleep 5 minutes later.  I've filled those pill cases every Tuesday for almost 2 frickin years....and yesterday I forgot.  whatever..........&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Monday will mark my 2 year anniversary of caregiving.  Wow!! Time flies when you're having fun doesn't it?! lol&lt;br /&gt;The ways in which my life have changed were unimaginable to me when I started this.  The rollercoaster only has small dips now.  Thank God!  I'm actually starting to see the joys in this again.  I can feel my compassion coming back.  I feel a different kind of energy flow...slower but steady.  I can do steady. &lt;br /&gt;It's all good in TT's world now.&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Lovee is working an earlier shift at the Wal~mart DC this week.  We're getting up at 3 AM!  It's now 5:20 and I'm ready for my day.  Insane I tell you....insane! lol&lt;br /&gt;But, I've got to start my day with a bit of Lovee time you know...he's my hero. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hump day blobbies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-9105970046302553347?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/9105970046302553347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=9105970046302553347&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9105970046302553347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9105970046302553347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/04/getting-squishie-with-it-ha.html' title='getting squishie with it  .......ha'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-9063797663952185413</id><published>2009-04-14T07:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T07:46:51.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.....or rambles..  :) .....</title><content type='html'>Good grief!! It's been almost a month since I posted anything.  So much has gone on I don't know where to start......actually, it's a lot of nothing that's gone on.  Does that make since?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First an update on my new 'miracle' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  I really don't have the words to describe how I feel.  It's different.  In a good way.  I haven't cried in 5 weeks.  That's huge for me...HUGE!!!  The simplest things would set me off.  Well, what I called simple anyway.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mountains&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;squishie&lt;/span&gt; grape juice would just pour out of me and half the time I didn't know where it came from.  Seriously.  I mean, I knew it was because of taking care of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; and watching their slow decline and their daily struggles and all of the shit that goes with it, but I guess it just built so slowly that I didn't realize the toll it was taking.  Add to it my insane desire to be a '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pleaser&lt;/span&gt;' to everyone....especially my folks...............well, I set myself up for failure.  Not intentionally mind you, but none the less.........that's the out come.  Why would I expect so much from myself that I wouldn't expect someone else?  I have no answer for that.  Not going to examine that anymore either. &lt;br /&gt;Am I rambling?  Probably.  Here's some more....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this blog.......I did it as a way to get things off my chest so to speak.  Once I say something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt; or put it into writing....it's usually gone.  Done.  Off my mind.  Usually forever actually..,....&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm on the miracle 'happy pills'...I no longer feel the need to express myself.  That's curious to me.  Very curious.  I no longer o&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bcess&lt;/span&gt; on things....I don't over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;analyze&lt;/span&gt; things to death...&lt;br /&gt;All good things.  I see sunshine everyday....I feel joy....but can recognize sorrow and acknowledge it without a melt down.   Curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Dr. yesterday for a review of what's been going on since I started the meds.  He said he was very, very worried about me and that "I made his day" by seeing that the meds were working and he didn't have to try something else.  Me too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thought that does go through my squishie grape is this blog.  I'm sure it's the meds, but I actually have no desire to post anything.  I do find that curious....a wee bit anyway. &lt;br /&gt;My extreme emotions are repressed....or perhaps compressed.....and I like it that way. &lt;br /&gt;So, frequent posting from me will probably go by the wayside.......&lt;br /&gt;I may write from time to time....about Dad's new looping on coins.....he can't remember what they are or what they're for....or Mom' new forgetfullness....or that all of their friends are dropping like flys and we attend way too many funerals.......or that how I have to tell Mom how to start the dishwasher every week.....how Dad's becoming obcessive about his failing health...&lt;br /&gt;little things like that.  :) did I just say 'little'?  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a contented place right now.  I'm just going to go with that and enjoy what life brings me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-9063797663952185413?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/9063797663952185413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=9063797663952185413&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9063797663952185413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9063797663952185413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/04/updateor-rambles.html' title='Update.....or rambles..  :) .....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6431182286759837813</id><published>2009-03-19T14:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:09:31.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA...Me???</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd pop on here for a few minutes and give &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; a bit of an update.  As if you've been wondering.....&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if anyone noticed...probably not...but I've had a wee bit of a struggle going on for a while now.  My poor saintly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; took the brunt of my struggles....as any adoring and lovable hubs would do.. ;)  I've often said that "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; saved me"....as I start a story or end one.  He did it again.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Literally&lt;/span&gt; I think. &lt;br /&gt;This caregiver gig I have is without a doubt the hardest thing I've ever taken on in my entire life.  When I started it, I was so naive in my thinking I wondered what all the hub-bub was about.  How could it be so challenging to take care of parents I wondered.  Sure, they're old and set in their ways; sure, we had challenging times while I was growing up; sure, there would be good days and not so good days.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've done this now for almost 2 years.  Fact, it'll be 2 years the first of May. And... now it's happened.&lt;br /&gt;I crashed and burned.&lt;br /&gt;I got to the point where all I did was cry.  I thought my wallpaper challenge would help keep me focused on something else other than my complete dread of being at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; house.  &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;t helped a bit...but when my neck went south, so did my mood.  Again.  It got to the point that when I got home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; would ask about my day ( as he always does ) all I could do was cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; was a rock.  The best rock I've ever found.  Which is sort of funny because I literally collect rocks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;where ever&lt;/span&gt; we go.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hummm&lt;/span&gt;...interesting......&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't know what was going on.  I just didn't understand it.  I just wanted to sit and veg on the couch or sleep...and then sleep didn't help either.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; said he thought I may need some medication to help me through this and possibly talking to a counselor might help.   I mulled it over for a day or so....decided to wave my white flag and give it a go.  What do I tell the Dr. I asked?  What do I say?  I can't even talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; w/o crying....what do I do??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; called our Dr. and made an appointment for me.  He went with me.  What happened?  I cried.  Huge racking sobs.  And poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;...I looked at him once and saw his own tears..that made me feel worse and at the same time...so completely and unconditionally loved.&lt;br /&gt;I left there with samples of a depression &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;...enough to last 6 weeks...to see if it will work for me before we spend $$ for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;.  Also the name and phone number of a counselor to talk with.  The Dr. said the change wouldn't happen over night...it may take a while but to hang in there and give them a go. &lt;br /&gt;It didn't take but a few days before I felt a change.  I remember coming home one evening and realized I had a big huge smile on my face when I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;.  The smile stayed. &lt;br /&gt;It's been almost 2 weeks now.  I continue to feel differently....more in control....less stressed...&lt;br /&gt;One reason is turning my thought process around too.  I realized one day that some how I'd given my 'power' away.  I gave it up to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;.  Why?  Not sure...easier I guess...but it hurt me.  I've taken it back now. &lt;br /&gt;Have they suffered from it?  Not at all!  Do they notice?  I doubt it.  They're blind. &lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I seem 'compressed'....or perhaps I mean 'repressed'.  Both at times.  I don't seem to have big joys like I used to...but then again the 'big sorrows' are gone too.  I'm sure it'll take time for my body to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;I can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; surprised me again...he decided we needed some time away.  Just the 2 of us.  This weekend we're going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Branson&lt;/span&gt;.  It's not far...but we'll have a great time relaxing and doing what ever we want.  My beck and call girl duties will be lovingly taken care of by my sunshine gal!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; arranged that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always known I'm blessed.  But these days, it's in the front of my mind instead of getting pushed to the back recesses of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;squishie&lt;/span&gt; grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;....I haven't read anyone in a while.  Still concentrating on .....dare I say it?.....me.  I think about all of you...all the time.  Is that silly?  I find myself wondering what's going on....but I just don't check....  Is that selfish? Probably not....&lt;br /&gt;I heart all of you I read.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact....I've decided if anyone wants to contact me via email....not rely on the blog...it's fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm putting my email out there for all to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:terrilady@cccexpress.com"&gt;terrilady@cccexpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that gave away my name didn't it ;)&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I'm not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;I've been saved ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6431182286759837813?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6431182286759837813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6431182286759837813&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6431182286759837813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6431182286759837813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/03/miame.html' title='MIA...Me???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6124977268596044673</id><published>2009-03-05T07:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T07:33:23.283-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's WHAT time??????</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt; a.m. this morning.  A pain in the neck....literally! Ugh!!!  I have a cervical collar that I keep in my nightstand.  I know....been there before....gotta keep it handy for when the neck decides to betray me.  Yesterday was the betrayal day.  Must have been the awkward positions I got into...or rather have been getting into lately.   What positions and why????  Not the fun stuff I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tell ya&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.......I decided the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; house need updating....so I've been stripping wallpaper .  I loathe wallpaper now.  LOATHE!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;The paper itself comes off in a snap.  The sticky stuff..not so much.  Lots of scoring and goop....scrape...goop...scrape.....goop.....&lt;br /&gt;in the Dad's bathroom no less.  Obviously not my favorite place to spend my days but it REALLY need updating.  Plus...as hard as it is, it's an escape of sorts.   And we all know how I love to escape.  Even my car, Suzi, is a Ford Escape! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad uses one of the upstairs bathrooms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; they don't like to share.  (Whatever makes them happy I say)  The sitting room off the bath has wallpaper too.  Got the paper off that yesterday.  Have to score it today.  More of the scrape,goop,scrape,goop......my life is full I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;After the paper is off and the walls are clean I'll paint.  NO MORE FUCKING WALLPAPER!!! EVER!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, there's the other bathroom upstairs.   Not to mention the halls and stairwell!!!  It'll take me months to finish but I'm determined to update that house. &lt;br /&gt;Plus...PLUS..there's carpeting in Dad's bath!  I know.....it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; gross.  One too many accidents have happened in there.  Not sure he'll let me take that up.....may have to wait &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt;....they... move?....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....my neck goes out from time to time.  That's why I've got the collar.  I hate it but it works.  Not to mention the pain pills I put with it.  Pain pills are a necessary evil I think.&lt;br /&gt;So, here's how my day is shaping up.&lt;br /&gt;Up at 3....4 Advil + one pain pill= tired.  Less pain but now I'm a wee bit loopy.&lt;br /&gt;It's now 7:15 and I'm tired.  Can't go back to bed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I have to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;.  If I was gainfully employed somewhere I'd call in sick and rest up.  If I'm not up to par these days...I have to go in anyway....the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; say I can rest there; which is true, but I'm still at their beck and call.....resting just doesn't happen at their house.&lt;br /&gt;I'm crabby when I hurt. &lt;br /&gt;Wonder if this happened so I'd be more sympathetic towards the Mom?  She's always in pain...takes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Morphine&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Percocet&lt;/span&gt; 4 times a day!.....failed back surgeries.  She's a complainer though.  She raised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; and I to NOT complain if we're hurt....Guess she forgot that one...or perhaps it's just too much for her???  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;....she's an attention whore....seriously. &lt;br /&gt;So, I'll bitch here....on my blob.....get it out of my system....and go on. &lt;br /&gt;That's what I do..... plus....&lt;br /&gt;I'll just escape upstairs......&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6124977268596044673?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6124977268596044673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6124977268596044673&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6124977268596044673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6124977268596044673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-what-time.html' title='It&apos;s WHAT time??????'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1873542331578341322</id><published>2009-03-01T15:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T15:36:51.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coupons..... really?  what the.....hummmm...</title><content type='html'>People who save $$$$$$$ on coupons baffle me. Seriously. For the life of me I just don't get it. I'm a clipper ; every Sunday, without fail, I find the coupons and clip whatever I think we'll use. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; category about it. I actually see it as throwing money away if I don't clip. UGH!! I then put them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt; my not-so-handy coupon keeper, put them in the car and usually forget to take them into the store with me. :( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! I need a bigger purse I think so I can stash them in there and they'll always be with me...&lt;br /&gt;Great!! Now I need to buy a bigger purse.....more $$...............any coupons for Born purses out there?? I saw one online that I LOVE!! ;) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to the shows who have coupon experts on.....read stories on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Couponmom&lt;/span&gt;.....I just can't figure out how they get stuff for free....or for $.79 that would normally cost $2.89. What am I missing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; says.....and so do I for that matter that I'm an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LD&lt;/span&gt; kid at heart. ( learning disabled) but really.........I just don't get it and I want to. I need a tutorial or something. A s...l...o...w...tutorial....so my grape can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;absorb&lt;/span&gt; it all.&lt;br /&gt;Is that so much to ask for?? Is it?? Really????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grape is really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;squishie&lt;/span&gt; today. Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there's a coupon for a juicer??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week :)&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1873542331578341322?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1873542331578341322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1873542331578341322&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1873542331578341322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1873542331578341322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/03/coupons-really-what-thehummmm.html' title='Coupons..... really?  what the.....hummmm...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3133031527523652740</id><published>2009-02-25T20:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:23:39.951-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a small request for my blobbies....</title><content type='html'>Lovee and I watched a movie last night on HBO.  I have no words to describe my feelings through it all.  To say I had the dreaded 'throat lump' all the way through it comes close though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called "Taking Chance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a must see even if you do cry and feel horrible....because afterwards you'll feel humble and in awe and you will never be the same.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a story about a Marine Colonel who volunteers to escort a fallen Marine home and his journey getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Marine wife.  I had one son in the Army and another in the Marines.  My brother was killed in 67 in Viet Nam.&lt;br /&gt;I had no clue that there was such a process.&lt;br /&gt;Not a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch it.  In my humble opinion it's a must see for the entire country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semper Fi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3133031527523652740?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3133031527523652740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3133031527523652740&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3133031527523652740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3133031527523652740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/small-request-for-my-blobbies.html' title='a small request for my blobbies....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8139355721880172805</id><published>2009-02-25T07:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:57:23.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what I didn't take to Denver........my camera!!!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!! .......seriously.......I looked all over for it for days before I left and couldn't find the damn thing! SFD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a fabulous flight there and back. Completely surprised myself by being calm. Of course the fact that I had a double 7&amp;amp;7 before each flight probably helped. lol&lt;br /&gt;Denver airport was actually fairly easy to figure out. Did you know they have a 'smoking lounge'...? yep.....used it before I left Monday! ha...imagine that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sisterlittle pulled up to get me the first words I said were " Hey skiny bitch"...lol&lt;br /&gt;There was a gal on the curb waiting for her ride who started laughing and said " Your sister?"&lt;br /&gt;I said yep ....she said she says the same thing to her sister. LMAO..........good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the most fabulous time with her. The party Friday night to celebrate her divorce which was official on thursday...and my arrival was the bestest! She has an amazing group of friends..so supportive and caring and fun and loud when they're drunk. lol....who knew teachers were such partiers?&lt;br /&gt;We shopped and shopped and ate and shopped and talked and talked.........slept a wee bit too. :) Her house is absolutely perfect for her. Exactly her style and since she was an interior designer before she became a teacher.....it's decorated perfectly. LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no pictures.:(&lt;br /&gt;I was going to buy a disposable one but never got around to it. Dammit! We did buy her one but she didn't have time to learn it. :(&lt;br /&gt;Next time.....&lt;br /&gt;We've aleady decided that I'll go back next year for the 'anniversary' party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee was wonderful to the parentals of course. He got to skip church on Sunday though. He was working on a project and asked if they would skip church so he could finish before I got home and they agreed.&lt;br /&gt;We have a 3 car garage and the 3rd garage side is his workshop.....we've been talking about building a wall so all the wood dust wouldn't fly all over.....and he did! OMG.,.....it's perfect. He's got all his tools....tons of tools and woodworking equipment all organized........wow! He's just amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I sooooo missed him though. I really don't like going places w/o him. I miss him terribly. But......sometimes I gotta. Sisterlittle needed me and I needed to see her. So..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, Im officially back.&lt;br /&gt;The washing machine is humming.....pooches are running in and out...HGTV is on the television... the bed's made...bills are paid.....I'm ready to head out to the parentals....uh-O...&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit!!.......I haven't done my paint and spackle yet.....SFD!&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and catch up with everyone later on .....I missed ya'll......;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Found the camera the night I got back!  It was in my sewingroom! Right where I left it after taking a pic of my Sunshine gal sewing.  Imagine that! UGH!....my grape is so grapey at times :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8139355721880172805?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8139355721880172805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8139355721880172805&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8139355721880172805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8139355721880172805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7399902688970825011</id><published>2009-02-19T08:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:30:05.411-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My yesterday, today and tomorrow....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the Dad walked over to me with newspaper in hand and says&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;, are you busy?"&lt;br /&gt;" Nope, what ya need?"&lt;br /&gt;" Well, ( insert slight giggle ) read this article, it starts here(pointing) and tell me if you can figure out what the hell it says.  (giggle) I can't figure out what it means."&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;....( reading)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes pass...............while the Mom say to mute the TV.......she wants to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, it's just talking about how a guy lost 3 friends to a shooting....and how the shooting happened."&lt;br /&gt;" But who are all those people they're talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;" "The people who died, the person who did the shooting and how he was caught...how the people are related.  There are a lot of different names mentioned.....they were related &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; had different last names."&lt;br /&gt;" Well, I couldn't follow it.  It's not written very well I don't think."&lt;br /&gt;" No it's not Dad........It was hard for me to follow too.'&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I thought it was just me"&lt;br /&gt;" Nope......the writer added too much information."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  I just couldn't figure out what was going on"&lt;br /&gt;" that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;......it's the writers fault not yours."&lt;br /&gt;" Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Mom says nothing...........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now........looks like a short conversation right?  Nope.  It actually went on for about 30 minutes!  Seriously. From "well, I couldn't follow it"................to "Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;." .....took 30 minutes.  Looping,looping.looping...................&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful that he still reads.  Tries to keep up on current events and still tries to process it all.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kudos&lt;/span&gt; to him I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a regular happening.  My life as an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;explainer&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;justifier&lt;/span&gt;; Reassuring that everything is '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts my heart to see him struggle while his mind slips away.  But, I'm comforted by the fact that I'm here to help guide him through it all. &lt;br /&gt;Comforted and tired.   So, tired.&lt;br /&gt;Dementia..........it's a horrible thing to watch.....day after day....knowing I have no power to stop it's ugly process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to see my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I need just a wee break.  And because of my sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;, I get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out Denver!!!!!!  Here comes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7399902688970825011?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7399902688970825011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7399902688970825011&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7399902688970825011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7399902688970825011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='My yesterday, today and tomorrow....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1956962982726695282</id><published>2009-02-18T07:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:36:45.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee grape squish.....</title><content type='html'>Well, Valentines day was totally fabulous!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; sent a quartet to sing to the Mom and me!!!! Can you imagine???  It was so cute.  they sang "Let me call you sweetheart".  I cried of course, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm a crier.  Seriously...I cry during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OnStar&lt;/span&gt; commercials.....McDonald's commercials...you name it...I cry.  It's just what I do.  Fact, there are time I want to talk to someone and I can't because I've got that dreaded throat lump thing going on.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;......what else???...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I leave for Denver!!!!  Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!  I hate...HATE to leave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;.  But, I'm looking forward to visiting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; and seeing her new digs.  Her divorce is final tomorrow.  She's excited to have it done!  Imaging that!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; will takeover the 'beck and call girl' duties for me with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;.  He's just the most fabulous husband in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine gal is finally done with her weight loss thing.   Gracious sakes....she's down to a size 4!!!!!  She came over this weekend so I could &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;help&lt;/span&gt; her make an apron.....she's so into aprons these day....go figure.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, she tried on her High School Prom dress and it's loose!!!  She looks fabulous but more importantly she's healthier now.  Her Diabetes risk is gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; FOR THAT!!!!!  I used to sew all the time.  Not so much anymore.  But it's fun to pass along my skills to her.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the fluffy one....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; is tiny too.......most days I'm fine with it...others, not so much.    Like when I went shopping Monday looking for some new clothes...ugh!!  Hated it!!!  I haven't bought any everyday clothes in a long time.  Now I remember why.   All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; I take have a tendency to sabotage my weight.  Oh well......things could always be worse though.  There are blogs I read that keep my bitching in check when it comes to body image and issues.  :)  Gotta keep my glass half full ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there's more I could share, but I'm just not feeling it lately.   There have been several times recently when I've tried to read blogs when I'm at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;...but it just gets too hard.  They always....ALWAYS....have questions or 'need' me to do something whenever I try.  I think they can sense when I pull the laptop out and.....it just goes to shit. Whatever....:)  then at night, when I get home, well, that's my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; time.  Should I blog or spend time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;????  Guess which one wins out? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;- my sweetie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1956962982726695282?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1956962982726695282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1956962982726695282&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1956962982726695282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1956962982726695282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/wee-grape-squish.html' title='A wee grape squish.....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-216310419386244667</id><published>2009-02-03T08:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:16:43.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Brains....or lack there of...</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure what made me have this particular thought. I admit that my grape goes to strange and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unimaginary&lt;/span&gt; places sometimes.....part of my charm I think ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..........I was wondering about my dogs. My Chihuahua's....Pebbles and Panda. Sometimes when we go out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; leaves the TV on for them. For the noise he says. My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; puts the Animal Planet station on for her pup....we just leave it on whatever channel we were watching.&lt;br /&gt;So...while I was in my paint and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;spackle&lt;/span&gt; mode this morning....which is when my grape gets really active ( don't ask...I don't know why) I wondered if...when they look at the TV...do they ever wonder about what they're seeing? Do they think " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;...I'm glad I'm not in that box &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it's really noisy....or......those people sure yell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;, I'm glad I'm not there....or....when they see animals, do they get curious and wish they were with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know...silliness maxed out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which made me go to another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;querie&lt;/span&gt;. My own grape. There's some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scary&lt;/span&gt; shit up there. Really....I spent a good part of last night telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; how I'm jealous of people's brains. Musicians....using both hands AND their feet sometimes...all making different motions while reading music ( something I never could do)..and singing to boot!!!...It's like rubbing your head and patting your tummy at the same time. Doesn't work for me. &lt;strike&gt;imagine that! &lt;/strike&gt;My brain just refuses to go there. And don't even get me started on Professors and politicians. Not that they're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;similar&lt;/span&gt; actually, but they all have brains that function on a completely different plane than mine does. I listen to some of them....amazed that others are actually understanding what was said and I'm just shaking my head saying " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wha&lt;/span&gt;.....?"&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak with big words and make any sense....but I can dance.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do fractions to save my life....but I can dance.&lt;br /&gt;Dance. It's my one talent. Or was. Tap, ballet, point..........loved and love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;Can't sing but I can hum......I'm a hummer ;)&lt;br /&gt;My brain....I'm glad I've got it...it's serving me well.....but really, will I spend the rest of my life with silly thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;See, even that doesn't make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;What was it I did in High School anyway?..........hummmm, can't remember......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-216310419386244667?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/216310419386244667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=216310419386244667&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/216310419386244667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/216310419386244667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/brainsor-lack-there-of.html' title='Brains....or lack there of...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8390904234926214055</id><published>2009-02-01T14:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:35:44.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'Grape Juice' makes Dad feel better????</title><content type='html'>Today, sitting in church waiting for all the festivities to start the Mom looks at me and says:&lt;br /&gt;" Did you turn off your cell phone"&lt;br /&gt;I started laughing.  And answered her question with a question.  I know I shouldn't do this because it's totally backfired on me before but.....it came out before I knew it...&lt;br /&gt;" Do you only remember the wrongs I do?"&lt;br /&gt;Well........her answer gave me pause.  Seriously........&lt;br /&gt;" No, it's just that they are so few that they stick in my mind.  You do too many wonderful things for me to remember."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?????  did she just compliment me?   I think so.  A bit of a backhanded compliment but none the less, a compliment. &lt;br /&gt;I just smiled and said yes it was off.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what's going on with her lately.  She will come up to me...out of the blue... put her arms around me and give me a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; squeeze.  Usually from behind so it takes me by surprise.  I'm cooking or doing dishes or something. &lt;br /&gt;That is out of character for her.  Completely.  She never was an affectionate person.  Showing feelings makes her vulnerable and uncomfortable.  Used to anyway.  Maybe her crusty interior is crumbling.  Not the exterior mind you.....she still LOOKS crusty......but inside...getting a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mooshy&lt;/span&gt;.  Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Now the Dad.....he's not feeling too perky these days.  Not sure what's going on there.  He doesn't give in to anything though. Yesterday when I got there and asked my usual..... "How are my parents?"  Mom gave her usual reply of " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;..got up hurting but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; now" Dad's usual is " tolerable,tolerable...."  but yesterday he said he was "sort of dizzy feeling".  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hummmm&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;His sugar was a bit lower than normal for him so I got him some orange juice and he said he was ready to go to breakfast.  "Can't make your Mom wait too much longer for her breakfast" he said.  So off we went.  He still felt dizzy afterwards but he wanted to go to the mall for their daily walk.  So off we went.  He felt a bit better when we got home. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I asked the usual question....and his answer was " I didn't feel good last night...I almost woke your mother up to have her check my temperature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Don't wake me up to read that thing cause I can't see it...and why didn't you tell me you felt bad?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad: "You didn't ask."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Well, what was wrong and how are you now?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad :" I just felt all warm and sort of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tinglie&lt;/span&gt;...all over...and my head hurt.  I thought I might have a temp-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ture&lt;/span&gt;" ( that's how he says it...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "you're fine now right?"&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Well, not really.  Are we ready to go?"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you sure you feel up to going?  Maybe we should stay here and rest."&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No, you're Mother is ready so let's go."&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off we went.  He was better afterwards.  He said the grape juice gave him a boost.  Ha....it was Communion Sunday.....I thought of my blob!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, he just doesn't give in. &lt;br /&gt;The Mom....she gives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8390904234926214055?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8390904234926214055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8390904234926214055&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8390904234926214055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8390904234926214055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/02/grape-juice-makes-dad-feel-better.html' title='&apos;Grape Juice&apos; makes Dad feel better????'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4774852122446492404</id><published>2009-01-28T07:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T07:50:05.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>cold!!</title><content type='html'>yep....elfing cold!! 10 degrees today! But...and that's a big but... ( teehee)....the sun has made an appearance.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Sleet, freezing rain, snow, sleet, sleet= icey roads everywhere now. Uck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to try and get to the parentals today.  Didn't make it yesterday.  Had me a pj day. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet...........&lt;br /&gt;wish me luck with the do-dah's out there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4774852122446492404?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4774852122446492404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4774852122446492404&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4774852122446492404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4774852122446492404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/cold.html' title='cold!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4894345919285133229</id><published>2009-01-27T17:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:46:19.242-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving that I can still learn......</title><content type='html'>For those of you who didn't know, as I didn't, the Rev. Lowery began his benediction at President Obama's Inauguration with the last verse of the Negro National Anthem, specifically:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "God of our weary years, God of our silent tears, thou, who has brought us thus far along the way, thou, who has by thy might led us into the light, keep us forever in the path we pray, lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met thee, lest our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget thee.&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed beneath thy hand, may we forever stand true to thee, oh God, and true to our native land."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard of a Negro National Anthem before.  It doesn't surprise me that I wasn't taught this.  When I went to school here in Oklahoma in the 60's and 70's, our schools were segregated.  It was only when I was a junior in High School that 'blacks' voluntarily were bussed to my school.&lt;br /&gt;I made friends with many of them.  Not because of their color but because I was just a people person.  And I must admit a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certain&lt;/span&gt; curiosity as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hadn't&lt;/span&gt; known any blacks personally.  The closest I came was the maid we had for a while and the fact that my brothers best friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Viet&lt;/span&gt; Nam was black.  That was the extent of my knowledge.  Sad actually.&lt;br /&gt;I could never see any difference except skin color and the part of town 'they' lived in wasn't as nice as mine. Even sadder.&lt;br /&gt;I remember admiring their 'tan'....often wishing I was as beautifully colored.  My Irish/German &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ancestery&lt;/span&gt; kept me rather pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blobbie&lt;/span&gt; friends pointed this fact...the anthem...out to me. I just never knew.&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful.  Simple and beautiful.  And I love it.  I'm glad it has been around to inspire the masses and I'm glad I've been enlightened to this fact.&lt;br /&gt;Silly me, I just thought it was a lovely prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never stop learning. &lt;br /&gt;It makes my soul shine with happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4894345919285133229?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4894345919285133229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4894345919285133229&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4894345919285133229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4894345919285133229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-that-i-can-still-learn.html' title='Loving that I can still learn......'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7392001680836731006</id><published>2009-01-26T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:23:13.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>really??? Seriously??? Get real man!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Can I just say something??? &lt;br /&gt;Well shit...of course I can.  This is my blog and I can tell someone to F off anytime I want to.&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone hear what Rush Limbaugh said ?????  The audacity of that man totally confounds me.  I mean, come on!!!!!!  I can't for the life of me understand why anyone....especially an American, who purports to love his country (like Raunchy-Rush)would say he hopes President Obama 'FAILS".   Seriously!  Come on!!!!!........&lt;br /&gt;Even when we or should I say 'I' have a President whom I/we don't agree with, it's just not right to publically say it's a hope that our President fails.  It's not a Republican issue or a Democrat issue.  It's a country issue.&lt;br /&gt;Because if they were to fail then we all do.  Sure some policies suck or ideas are put into play that don't exactly help us the way 'we' think they should....but to say "I hope he fails" is just too arrogant for me. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've worn my rose colored glasses too long or my Pollyanna ideas still poke me in the ol' grape too often but...........really. Really?&lt;br /&gt;Freedom of speech is important.  Totally important!! I get that.  But so is personal responsibility for ones actions and along with that, their speech. &lt;br /&gt;Personally, I've never cared for Rush.  I think he's a bore and a braggart.  I think he uses his platform to bully and point out the flaws of everyone but himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said....this is just my humble opinion.  I take full responsibility for my words and thoughts.  I'm not on a radio program where I'll share my thoughts with millions of other people.  I'm not that brash nor do I feel the need of saying something in public to garner a bunch of attention to feed my ego.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to vent a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrghhhhh........he really gets under my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Now I need a bath........I gotta scrub that shit off.&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;On a more interesting note.............we're frozen here.  Litterally!! Ice storm...again.  Not as bad as the one we had in December of 07...but bad enough that I won't be able to get to the parentals tomorrow!  Eeeeeeekk!  Needless to say the Mom isn't happy.  Really? pfft....&lt;br /&gt;Either I stay home tomorrow so I can arrive safe Wednesday......or......I risk it tomorrow and maybe end up in a mangled mess on the highway.  Which is it Mom?  Hummmm?? Oh??? Stay home then?? Ok...:) thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;I fixed their pill containers Sunday after church just in case I couldn't get there.  That was the Dad's idea and a good one. There's plenty of food in their house that she can fix.  Casseroles in the freezer...speghetti sause in the freezer....homemade soup in the freezer....lots of food.  No appointments untill Wednesday.  They'll be fine.  She's not convinced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should let her borrow my rose colored glasses or read Pollyanna to her.  Maybe????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow, Lovee is going to try and make it to work.  Gotta get those Wal~mart trucks out on the road ya know.   I'll be keeping all my crossables crossed for him; possibly holding my breath untill he calls and tells me he's there.&lt;br /&gt;Then..........my pajamma day will start.  Woo-hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day!&lt;br /&gt;Wave at the sun for me and send him over :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7392001680836731006?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7392001680836731006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7392001680836731006&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7392001680836731006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7392001680836731006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/really-seriously-get-real-man.html' title='really??? Seriously??? Get real man!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4801056363031015886</id><published>2009-01-23T15:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:41:29.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Squishing some grapes....</title><content type='html'>there's a....what do I call it?......annoyance maybe.....that has agravated me FOREVER. it's actually fairly petty so I haven't mentioned it before...i don't think. :) maybe I have, I don't know...don't care...I'm just gonna vent a bit........&lt;br /&gt;anywho, it concerns the Mom. Bet you guessed this already didn't you? lol...ahem.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has this habit of giving orders. it's not something new; she's always done it. She doesn't request or ask, she orders. it completely irks me. In fact, there are times I want to ground her and send her to her room when she does it...THAT'S how much it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;"turn the TV to channel 8"&lt;br /&gt;"don't put the table so close to the window"&lt;br /&gt;"get me a kleenix"&lt;br /&gt;"go get........"&lt;br /&gt;"bring .............."&lt;br /&gt;"do................"&lt;br /&gt;"stop doing that"&lt;br /&gt;"if you want me to listen talk louder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the demands or 'orders' per se...it's that she seldom, if ever, says 'please' or 'if you don't mind would you'...or even thank you after the task is completed. Drives me nucking futs I tell you. AND...in the process of saying these things she's got a nasty frown on her face. Well, that's not entirely accurate....the nasty frown is just the way her face is...I think it froze that way. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this got me to thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;sisterlittle and I were raised by the 'do as I say, not as I do' rule. I remember her admonishing us...out in public, if we ever forgot to say thank you or please. it was expected of us to do these things....but not expected of her.&lt;br /&gt;this is no exageration. Ugh!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;sisterlittle and I are every polite. For which I thank the Mom for actually..............but I suppose it just never occurred the Dutches of mean to apply her own lessons to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Demanding little shit &lt;/strike&gt;..................&lt;strike&gt; just take a deep breath tt &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said. It's petty but geeze Lousie............it just goes all over me like a bad elfing rash!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're old doesn't give you the right to order people around.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....I said "please" to her when she 'told' me to do something earlier today. ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " tt,make the cookies ."&lt;br /&gt;me: ......(sigh)....please??&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "please what?"&lt;br /&gt;tt: "aren't we supposed to say please when we want something?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "am I a child"&lt;br /&gt;tt: " no, but that's just polite...at least that's what my Mom used to tell me when I was little"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: " your Mom had a big mouth...(long pause)......please"&lt;br /&gt;Tt: .......thank you....I'll make them after lunch if that's ok&lt;br /&gt;Mom: that's fine.........(long pause)...............thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffftttttt...............whatever..........&lt;br /&gt;I'm over it now.....for now...until it happens again..........&lt;br /&gt;cookies are good.........oatmeal raisen with pecans!! Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4801056363031015886?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4801056363031015886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4801056363031015886&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4801056363031015886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4801056363031015886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/squishing-some-grapes.html' title='Squishing some grapes....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3860836923524333619</id><published>2009-01-21T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:34:01.229-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another funny...I just can't help it...</title><content type='html'>Kitty Stutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher is explaining biology to her 4th grade students. "Human Beings are the only animals that stutter," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl raises her hand. "I had a kitty-cat who stuttered."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The teacher, knowing how precious some of these stories could become, asked the girl to describe the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well", she began, "I was in the back yard with my kitty and the Rottweiler that lives next door got a running start and before we knew it, he jumped over the fence into our yard!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That must've been scary," said the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It sure was," said the little girl. "My kitty raised his back, went Sssss, Sssss, Sssss" and before he could say "Shit," the Rottweiler ate him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher wet her pants laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3860836923524333619?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3860836923524333619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3860836923524333619&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3860836923524333619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3860836923524333619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-funnyi-just-cant-help-it.html' title='Another funny...I just can&apos;t help it...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1818102171695923959</id><published>2009-01-21T08:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:11:15.135-06:00</updated><title type='text'>squishie...squishie.....( snort)</title><content type='html'>I wonder if when Michele Obama walk into a room full of ladies if she belts out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hola Bitches!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea...I don't think so either..........gigglesnort.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if she ever has??&lt;br /&gt;yea, probably not...........&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Lovee isn't into politics.....I'd be hung out to dry...litterally! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just so classy acting....made me wonder yesterday when she was being all prim and proper.  I do that too...when I have to.  At church ( duh) and at the Country Club with the parentals ( pfft) and when Lovee was in the USMC and we were at the Ball ( FUN!!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I don't have to do it often.  Ugh...I'd be exhausted. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1818102171695923959?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1818102171695923959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1818102171695923959&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1818102171695923959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1818102171695923959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/squishiesquishie-snort.html' title='squishie...squishie.....( snort)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-235148630560762878</id><published>2009-01-21T07:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T07:36:46.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funnies'/><title type='text'>todays funny.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got this in an email yesterday and I almost blew snot bubbles.  I shouldn't read stuff when I'm drinking.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are on the bus when you suddenly realize ... you need to fart.&lt;br /&gt; The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the  beat. &lt;br /&gt;After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as&lt;br /&gt; you approach your stop.  As you are leaving the bus, people&lt;br /&gt; are really staring you down,  and that's when you realize,&lt;br /&gt;you have been listening to your ipod."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds just like something I would do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-235148630560762878?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/235148630560762878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=235148630560762878&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/235148630560762878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/235148630560762878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/todays-funny.html' title='todays funny.......'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5808141485125608296</id><published>2009-01-18T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:57:54.262-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well,,whatcha think?</title><content type='html'>Hummmmmmmmmm??????....just trying out something I learned over at the &lt;a href="http://onemorefairytale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fairy Princess'&lt;/a&gt; blog. Interesting yes???? No?????&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking it's groovy-cool.&lt;br /&gt;AND...more inportantly....I did it all by myself...Ta-dah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fiwaese.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fiwa&lt;/a&gt; also has one on hers. I always thought it was the neatest thing but was too shy to ask her how she got it....not to mention my whole 'I'm-challenged' thing. then I saw Princess K with one and thought....what the heck..let's give it a go.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI-here's the &lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to get one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/51/6EA68F040111CB99E87BE47E4E80B7AB.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5808141485125608296?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5808141485125608296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5808141485125608296&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5808141485125608296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5808141485125608296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/wellwhatcha-think.html' title='Well,,whatcha think?'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7280892130478201547</id><published>2009-01-17T13:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:10:38.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>picture overload...</title><content type='html'>Lovee and SIL after the funeral.  Lovee was scrunched down on the couch....looks like he's coming out of his coat...lol&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292355945964885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5sVgp16I/AAAAAAAAAmE/UE9kvdGgb74/s320/100_6956.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Babyboy aka..#3 son, Sunshine gal and Pups aka..#2 son after the funeral.  The boys had on sunglasses earlier and looked a wee bit mafia. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pq-LyoI/AAAAAAAAAl8/oeAiHCJjeVQ/s1600-h/100_6951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292355900186282626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pq-LyoI/AAAAAAAAAl8/oeAiHCJjeVQ/s320/100_6951.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; have you seen enough of my gorgeous sisterlittle???  There's a lot more below...I can't get enough of her....I love her hair.  She went gray a long time ago.  Me.....just a few sprinkles here and there...bummer!  Of course she's a skinny do-dah and I'm fluffy....whatever...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pFKuGDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SclhcD9yjZg/s1600-h/2008_12250133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292355890038315058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pFKuGDI/AAAAAAAAAl0/SclhcD9yjZg/s320/2008_12250133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If the Mom knew I put this picture anywhere but the trash she'd have my head!!!!!!!!!! This is her normal look though....uh-huh....reminds me of those Maxine cards only w/o the humor.  But hey...I guess when your blind and 84 you can look any way you want...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pFm9UKI/AAAAAAAAAls/QMckItigY2w/s1600-h/2008_12250087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292355890156753058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5pFm9UKI/AAAAAAAAAls/QMckItigY2w/s320/2008_12250087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7280892130478201547?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7280892130478201547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7280892130478201547&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7280892130478201547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7280892130478201547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/picture-overload.html' title='picture overload...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI5sVgp16I/AAAAAAAAAmE/UE9kvdGgb74/s72-c/100_6956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8509488154781244492</id><published>2009-01-17T13:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:56:52.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd installment of Photos...:)</title><content type='html'>Lovee and I at Christmas.  You can almost see the 'Heart of the Ocean' necklace he gave me ;)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352484563730866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2i2yTwbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/N05aS0ubHY4/s320/2008_12250123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Loee relaxing at the Parentals house....The Mom was probably talking...he's such the captive audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2ioBReLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ApDAuDZHSJk/s1600-h/2008_12250112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352480599963826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2ioBReLI/AAAAAAAAAlc/ApDAuDZHSJk/s320/2008_12250112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad opening his gift from my niece.  It's a Mr. Talk Radio....basically a talking head.  He LOVES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2h9d06VI/AAAAAAAAAlU/isTS_qW76lY/s1600-h/2008_12250096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352469177002322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2h9d06VI/AAAAAAAAAlU/isTS_qW76lY/s320/2008_12250096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Mom when my sisterlittle first got there.  She has to get up close and personal to see anything.  She and Dad said this was the best Christmas ever.  Awww........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2hv-_PBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wKAcMmYBMog/s1600-h/2008_12250042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352465557994514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2hv-_PBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wKAcMmYBMog/s320/2008_12250042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another pic of me.  Wanted you to see the necklace.  It's huge.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2hMHTMOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dcT6l5pPvtg/s1600-h/2008_12250031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292352455929180386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2hMHTMOI/AAAAAAAAAlE/dcT6l5pPvtg/s320/2008_12250031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisterlittle,niece,the Mom and nephew............Nephew lives in New York...Sister and niece in Denver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI0UlnM-4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/kWBkvVi1kwo/s1600-h/2008_12250078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292350040412322690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI0UlnM-4I/AAAAAAAAAk8/kWBkvVi1kwo/s320/2008_12250078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8509488154781244492?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8509488154781244492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8509488154781244492&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8509488154781244492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8509488154781244492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/3rd-installment-of-photos.html' title='3rd installment of Photos...:)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXI2i2yTwbI/AAAAAAAAAlk/N05aS0ubHY4/s72-c/2008_12250123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3104807974371873195</id><published>2009-01-17T13:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:26:45.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a couple more pics.....:)</title><content type='html'>We went to Tahlequah, Ok....SIL graduated College there...This sign shows the meaning of the word.............. cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292345244760161906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIv9caoPnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/oeFjNTgDLKc/s320/100_6967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My adorable and lovable SIL's.....Blue sweater( SIL) is the one who graduated at Northeastern ( Tahlequah ) Red sweater is the SIL who just lost her husband.  As you can see...smiles were  abundant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIv9bmHauI/AAAAAAAAAks/kZbctYHefe8/s1600-h/100_6965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292345244539906786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIv9bmHauI/AAAAAAAAAks/kZbctYHefe8/s320/100_6965.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3104807974371873195?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3104807974371873195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3104807974371873195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3104807974371873195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3104807974371873195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/couple-more-pics.html' title='a couple more pics.....:)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIv9caoPnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/oeFjNTgDLKc/s72-c/100_6967.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2995413545148974028</id><published>2009-01-17T13:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T13:19:27.149-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the long awaited picture montage...partial viewings</title><content type='html'>sisterlittle and me..........doing a 'tuck and roll' at the airport............... :(&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343341278878802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOpZU3FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/u4_VJ08M314/s320/100_6939.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lovee and Sunshine gal at my BIL's funeral..... ain't they cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOWM5GEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IblaMxXljeQ/s1600-h/100_6940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343336126453826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOWM5GEI/AAAAAAAAAkc/IblaMxXljeQ/s320/100_6940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the parental Dad and I at our Saturday morning eatin' joint....Village Inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOOX6rCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MF7Ht9ZSs0c/s1600-h/100_6929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343334025210914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOOX6rCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/MF7Ht9ZSs0c/s320/100_6929.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My niece, Punky and Sunshine gal....beautimus gals there!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuNieE9SI/AAAAAAAAAkM/aPvGplz3Pzg/s1600-h/100_6931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343322239890722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuNieE9SI/AAAAAAAAAkM/aPvGplz3Pzg/s320/100_6931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The most fabulous picture ever!!!!!  Sisterlittle and her Urchins!!!! Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuNbzPB9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/6r-uQuJXcdg/s1600-h/100_6920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292343320449583058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuNbzPB9I/AAAAAAAAAkE/6r-uQuJXcdg/s320/100_6920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2995413545148974028?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2995413545148974028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2995413545148974028&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2995413545148974028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2995413545148974028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/long-awaited-picture-montagepartial.html' title='the long awaited picture montage...partial viewings'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SXIuOpZU3FI/AAAAAAAAAkk/u4_VJ08M314/s72-c/100_6939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2793062694348929094</id><published>2009-01-15T14:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:58:31.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>??? maybe????</title><content type='html'>China and the  United Kingdom.  Yep........sound familiar to anyone??&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I have  blog-lurkers from there; according to my world map.&lt;br /&gt;Really makes me curious.  Are they poor souls trying to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; from my terrible example??  Or....what?  Maybe...possibly caregiver-beck and call girl-people? &lt;br /&gt;I'm curious by nature so this drives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;futs&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Squiddly's&lt;/span&gt; dot down Cuba's way at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gtmo&lt;/span&gt;.....Hi babe!!!! Love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really.........write something...even if I can't understand it..&lt;br /&gt;Not your regular peeps.....I saw that before where you tried being all sneaky and shit....I ain't buying it again...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm a bit on the bored side today.  Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh......I'll go now.&lt;br /&gt;No need to inflict it upon you.&lt;br /&gt;Later all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2793062694348929094?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2793062694348929094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2793062694348929094&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2793062694348929094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2793062694348929094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe.html' title='??? maybe????'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7205015242597228776</id><published>2009-01-15T07:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:58:53.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's snowing!!!!!....sorta</title><content type='html'>Can I get a ..... &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HELL YES!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snowbaby&lt;/span&gt; actually. Maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I was born in July? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;, that doesn't make sense. I just love snow. And now it is.&lt;br /&gt;It's about 10 degrees with a wind chill of about -4 !!!! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt; it's cold!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We're only getting a slight dusting but still..........it's snowing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm finding odd is that there's more 'dust' in our backyard than in the front. Our house faces east so the back is west....duh!!......but isn't that odd. If our house faced north I wouldn't be scratching my head .....I'm easily entertained remember?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just ponder that with the whole age thing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'd love to see happen....in my grape anyway...not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IRL&lt;/span&gt;... is to have so much snow that we just couldn't possibly get out of the house for a few days. Seriously. The down side to that is that I'd worry about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I know they'd be panicked.(..they do that really well on good weather days) How would they ever manage w/o my 12 year old self? Yep...they would turn themselves inside out with worry. But still..................these are the things dreams are made of. :)&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures to show ya. Of course I'll have to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; to upload them for me.....&lt;br /&gt;yes...we've already established how challenged I am, so knock it off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone heard that taking an antihistamine for extended periods of time makes you gain weight in your...um.... middle section? Sunshine gal said her Dr. told her that. Rx or OTC.... doesn't matter. If taken for prolonged periods of time.....instant muffin top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;??? I've taken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Benedryl&lt;/span&gt; forever....to help me sleep. Works better than anything else I've tried. We're talking years here. And yes....I've got some serious love handles &lt;strike&gt;especially good for giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; something to hang on to during our 'magic' time ...sorry I know that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; so I tried not taking them. That &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lasted&lt;/span&gt; only one night. Shitty sleep...or actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fitful&lt;/span&gt; sleep. I talked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; about it and he assured me he loves me anyway he can get me....fluffy or not. So I went back to my sleepers last night. Gotta love that man!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note to self: post Christmas pics!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** read my 'Ponder' post below**** I need answers................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7205015242597228776?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7205015242597228776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7205015242597228776&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7205015242597228776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7205015242597228776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowingsorta.html' title='It&apos;s snowing!!!!!....sorta'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4733507034100755285</id><published>2009-01-15T07:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T07:40:26.569-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponders</title><content type='html'>Here's a thoughtful question for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How old would you be if you didn't know how old you are?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, lemme &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tellya&lt;/span&gt;, that got me to thinking. My grape went into overload when I read that yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Dad and I were at his eye Dr.'s appointment and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flipping&lt;/span&gt; through a magazine and came &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; that.  It stopped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Brick wall.&lt;br /&gt;Then the grape started squishing.  It was a mess I tell ya.  I'm so easily &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;entertained&lt;/span&gt; these days. :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so many ages during the day it's no wonder I'm exhausted by bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;I've already said how I'm '12' most of the time I'm at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;.  Of course there are times when I jump clear to 13..that's when we're talking about how I sprouted horns when I became a teenager...and how I was such a source of worry for them if I would ever become a productive adult.  Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;  Then of course I jump back and forth between 16 and 18 when they talk about my dating 'preferences'.....I dated all shapes,sizes,ages....even colors( when they didn't know...racist A-holes!)....drove them crazy I tell ya.  I changed boyfriends like I changed shoes.  My thought was that if it didn't fit...change it.  So I did.&lt;br /&gt;But I digress..................Oh look.....a chicken. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;.....when the Dad starts looping( talking about the same thing over and over) I jump up to my real age at lightning speed and often after 20 minutes or so I've zoomed clear up to about 78.  I'm seriously tired by then and just want to take a nap to escape. But obviously I don't.&lt;br /&gt;In the mornings, when I first get up I feel about 65.  Slow moving and a bit stiff...wobbling into the sandbox to do my morning scratchings. :)&lt;br /&gt;On the rare occasions that I can get out and about.....walking the neighborhood or getting out to do some gardening, I'm about 30.  Oh....and when I'm swimming or just hanging out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; I'm 19 again. &lt;br /&gt;When I think about the urchins...I'm in my early 20's.  Sweet times there.&lt;br /&gt;It's no wonder we're tired when bedtime comes.  All that switching ages is hard on a body.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4733507034100755285?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4733507034100755285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4733507034100755285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4733507034100755285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4733507034100755285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/ponders.html' title='Ponders'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-9027974592949030292</id><published>2009-01-14T08:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:23:38.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it on already!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm so ready for the ignauguration!!!!!!!&lt;strike&gt; did I spell that wrong or right?? &lt;/strike&gt;Who cares. It's my blog and I can misspell if I want to right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................'spellers of the world untie'.............:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it Obama!&lt;br /&gt;Hope is blowing in the winds....I can feel it. Sure it's a wee bit cold but next Tuesday....we'll all feel a bit warmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-9027974592949030292?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/9027974592949030292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=9027974592949030292&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9027974592949030292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/9027974592949030292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/bring-it-on-already.html' title='Bring it on already!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7116490879278664080</id><published>2009-01-11T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:16:41.611-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hero.'/><title type='text'>A new beginning</title><content type='html'>Well.........it's done.  The Funeral went very smooth and nice.  My SIL was and still is in amazingly good spirits.  Her sweetie is no longer suffering.  No more constant pain. She said he's whole now; mentally and physically and is in a better place.   It was hard though.  They celebrated or rather had their 50th wedding anniversary October 31 of last year.  There wasn't a celebration b/c SIL said it's supposed to be a  'happy time' and the happy times had all been used up.  50 years though.  Wow........how awesome is that! They married when she was only 15.  Can you imagine? And I thought I was young at 19! :) She has taken care of him for 14 years....litterally done everything for him for 14 years....out of pure love. Geeze-o-pete.....she's one strong cookie.  I can only hope that after spending 35 years in this family of Lovee's, that I have gleened some of her tenacity and strength...and that if called...I could do the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's already looking forward to all of the upcoming life changes.  She can get back into her church activities.  She can come and go whenever she want.  She can travel and see things she's always wanted to...visit her sisters who live in other states....she can get back to the process of living her life.&lt;br /&gt;She's truely my Hero.  To give so selflessly of herself....honoring her vows as she would often say...she's an inspriation to us all. She's grateful for the 50 years they had together...good ones and bad ones...but she's ready to get back to life and all it has to offer.  She's not a 'dweller', so she won't be looking back with any regrets or coulda,shoulda,woulda's....&lt;br /&gt;The smile in her heart will show on her face for all to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7116490879278664080?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7116490879278664080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7116490879278664080&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7116490879278664080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7116490879278664080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5095993453315239963</id><published>2009-01-08T14:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:15:53.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders never cease...</title><content type='html'>Well, guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has a 'nice switch". At least that's what I'm gonna call it. Evidently she found it yesterday after I left and turned it on when I got here this morning. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were turning their bed down last night she asked me if I'd be able to come back to their house after the funeral to fix their dinner. I asked if I needed to and she said she'd like for me to. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my mistake. I asked her a question after she asked me one instead of just saying, NO! I was so deflated yesterday...from her selfishness about this whole funeral thing that I just didn't have any fight left in me I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked it over with Lovee and we decided to tell her that I just wouldn't have the time to come back. So when I walked in this morning, I used the phrase they often greet me with..."We've got a problem". I said I wouldn't be able to come back after the funeral and offered to make a casserole ahead of time when Mom said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" That's ok, I'd already decided I'd fix the Hamburger soup that's in the freezer. I knew you wouldn't have time to come back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,well,well..............call it a nice switch or trying to make herself look better...whatever the reason...I just said ok and left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer........it's a powerful thing! Throwing my problems out to the Universe for problem solving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pups, also known as #2 son, arrived last night. He's such a sweetie. i could just squeeze him to pieces. My dear SIL asked # 2 &amp;amp; # 3 son to be pallbarers. They were honored to say the least. Lovee later called and offered his services for that honor too and was accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a hard one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5095993453315239963?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5095993453315239963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5095993453315239963&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5095993453315239963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5095993453315239963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/wonders-never-cease.html' title='Wonders never cease...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3333555393106705692</id><published>2009-01-07T06:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T07:33:30.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SIL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suffering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sisterlittle'/><title type='text'>A wee grape squish....</title><content type='html'>The Holidays are over.  Now I can look forward to a new and hopefully more uplifting year.  The uplifting part will come from within.....I can do it....I think....deffinitely....it's just within reach so I'm going for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; was fabulous!! Her daughter and son were here too!  We're all fairly sure that this will be the last time everyone gets together for the holiday.  So many pics were taken....memories were made.....I loved every second of her visit.&lt;br /&gt;Her divorce will be final in February...she's fine and happier than she's been in years.  That's reason enough to celebrate right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was fortunate enough to have every Monday off....great scheduling on my part thank.you.very.much....Lovee and I decided to dedicate Mondays to cheering up my beloved SIL.  I adore my SIL's.........as much as my own sister. I can't put into words the feelings I have for her.  She's one of my Hero's for sure. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho....#1 SIL ( there are 2 others whom I love also)has been taking care of her hubby for years now.  Mulitple strokes took most of him away...the good parts of him were lost.  Still...she did what all of us would do...she dedicated her life to caring for him.  She's truely the strongest woman I've ever known.  Mentally and physically.  He's not a small man.  Years of lifting him has taken a toll on her body.....still.......she kept on.&lt;br /&gt;We made each Monday a special day...for her.  We took a different gift each time along with a baked treat.  The time we spent visiting was the best gift we gave her.  Her sweetie was losing ground daily........a rapid downward spiral....she needed someone to talk with and make her laugh....give her a wee feeling of normalcy.  Mission accomplished. :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last night about 7 p.m. he lost his battle.  Lovee was there along wih all the grandkids and urchins.  Lovee said the air in the room changed immediately.  A sigh of relief was breathed.  No more pain and suffering.  They're both free now. Healing will be the challenge from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a different grape squish.........ready for some  strong juice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: the gypsy told me I'd live to 84. That means I'll die this year.&lt;br /&gt;tt: she told me I'd live to 72.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: well, I hope you live to 84.&lt;br /&gt;tt: why?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So you'll know how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;tt: ( after a long pause)....I think I'll keep the 72......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to the untrained viewer, that may seem like a good thing she said.  Let me tell ya...it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;She suffering.  Big time......in her own mind.  She plays the martyr card biggly...always has and always will. She can't see; she's always in pain; she feels sorry for herself continually......she's .....she's been a suffering 84 forever!&lt;br /&gt;I do EVERYTHING for her and she suffers.  She wants me to FEEL her suffering so I understand.&lt;br /&gt;Her glass has never been half full...EVER! It's always had only a few drops in it....&lt;br /&gt;She.makes.me.tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm going to work on the uplifting side of my life.  Do all that I can to bring a ray of sunshine into peoples lives.  I'm gonna wear my 'sunny-side-up' glasses.......no sun block for me!  I'll put on some 'cloud block' or something....anything to keep me from becoming a suffering 84 year old.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some great pics of the family at Christmas.  I'll post those after things quiet down a bit here.  Sisterlittle is sooooo gorgeous....I love her awful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3333555393106705692?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3333555393106705692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3333555393106705692&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3333555393106705692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3333555393106705692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2009/01/wee-grape-squish.html' title='A wee grape squish....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2510230043003523880</id><published>2008-12-24T08:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T08:29:34.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry - Merry's</title><content type='html'>Happy Holidays and a very Merry Christmas to all ya'll............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Christmas wish has always been peace on earth..............one day.....................one day.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves and hugs to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2510230043003523880?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2510230043003523880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2510230043003523880&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2510230043003523880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2510230043003523880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merrys.html' title='Merry - Merry&apos;s'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4838384268608750952</id><published>2008-12-19T06:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:18:05.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's too late....</title><content type='html'>I have to put this in print.  It happens every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt; year..........Christmas is gonna be late!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yep.........late.  As in we're-not-even-close-to-being-ready late.  All the packages will arrive at their destination just a wee bit late this year.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I decided.....late......to make Christmas this year.  Well......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; is the toy maker and I'm the finisher. ....the helper elf.&lt;br /&gt;So, If birthdays aren't over &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;untill&lt;/span&gt; the last card is opened....then Christmas must work the same way ...right?&lt;br /&gt;Hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone will think it was worth the wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next years gifts will be started in January!!!!!!!!!!!!  Seriously.  I know I say that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyelfing&lt;/span&gt; year....but this time I'm really going to do it.  I haven't even been able to watch my favorite Christmas movies yet!!  That's just wrong!!!!!!!! UGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note..........&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; and her daughter AND her son who lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NewYork&lt;/span&gt; will be here!!! Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; excited that Dad loops about it everyday.  There could be worse subjects to loop about though. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; is in the process of getting a divorce after 29 years.....:(  We think this family time will be a much needed distraction for her.  Hugs always help right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen her son since he went to NY about 4 years ago........so I'm really anxious to see him and do some extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;huggins&lt;/span&gt; and squeezes.  I may throw in some smooches just to watch him squirm....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weather has been severely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whacked&lt;/span&gt; lately.  And because of this the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; insist I call them every-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt;-night when I get home so they'll know I got here safe.  I know it's a little thing...it reassures them I'll be there again the next day....but really!!!   I just have to bitch about it a wee bit though.  I'm 50-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt;-4 and have to call my mommy and daddy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;..........I know.,...don't say it......I'm just venting.  It's a wee thing but if I haven't called them by the time THEY think I should have then they call me.  Because of the ice storm we had...again..... only not as bad as last year..........it took me over an hour to get home the other night.  Usually it's a 25 minute drive.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; was struggling to get the truck in the driveway so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;helped&lt;/span&gt; him with the ice-melt spread before I called them.  Well........they called here and were almost in a panic because I hadn't called first!  Explanations were given but it really didn't matter......&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is!&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...........&lt;br /&gt;And as I sit here..........doing my blob......I'm thinking I really should be doing...this and this and this..........but am I ?  No...........I'm venting to my friends....my special-not-in-real-life-friends-but-I-know-them-anyway-friends.  My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening.&lt;br /&gt;I've got lots of luvs for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, I'm through venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may now return to your regular scheduled blobs.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4838384268608750952?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4838384268608750952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4838384268608750952&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4838384268608750952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4838384268608750952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s too late....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1387163359924815909</id><published>2008-12-18T14:57:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:22:19.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the love....of a daughter...</title><content type='html'>So, last Friday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I decide to hit the hay early....like 8:30 or so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; we were just completely pooped.  A few minutes later we hear the doorbell ring.  I say I'll go peek and see who's there but I'm not opening the door &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm too tired to chat with anyone.  He says &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....I go and start to peek when he runs in front of me and opens the door.!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?? I'm standing there in my sweat bottoms and ratty t-shirt....no makeup..at all............and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; wondering just what got into him..I don't want to see anyone!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hear Sunshine gal say "Hi Daddy"....and she walks in...I'm a bit puzzled -but earlier in the week she had tempted me about a secret she had and said she'd tell me on the weekend....so I'm thinking( very quickly) I guess I'm going to find out what the secret is....well.........................&lt;br /&gt;Guess who else walked in with Sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!!!! She just decided to fly in for the weekend.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Flabbergasted&lt;/span&gt; was the look on my face I'm sure.  Along with giggles and eye leakage....Holy cow!!! What??? You came to see me???&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine tells me "SURPRISE"......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had a great time.  She went with me to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; to Village Inn....then on to take the Mom to get her hair permed.........we were going to go shopping for a while but i wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; to be able to visit with her too so we went home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;illing&lt;/span&gt; the whole weekend....( bless his heart...he pulled a muscle in his back and missed a weeks worth of work PLUS he got some upper resp. thing :() )) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;....we chatted with him for a while then both girls went with me to get my hairs cut!  You know me and my hair issues..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did a good job.......usually it's too long or too short...I'm hard to please...seriously...really I am...I think it's called 'being anal'...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back into Tulsa and picked up some awesome Indian food...( dot not feather)...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Yummo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then On Sunday.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; actually went to church with us!!! I know.........there was some type of polar shift going on at the time I think..did anyone else feel it?  She took a couple pics for proof too.  Mom asked if I wanted to skip Church and of course I said yes....duh!!!...I reminded her of the Musical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cantata&lt;/span&gt;, just to make sure it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; to miss it....and That was my mistake.  She said she really didn't want to miss it.....done.........over........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;She was there to perk me up and show me some love so she went with me.  Is that love or what???&lt;br /&gt;She left after church.&lt;br /&gt;It was 75 when she flew out..............3 hours later it was 21!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brought us sunny times and wrapped us up in warmth and love.....&lt;br /&gt;We noticed the chill as she left..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her awful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1387163359924815909?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1387163359924815909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1387163359924815909&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1387163359924815909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1387163359924815909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeling-loveof-daughter.html' title='Feeling the love....of a daughter...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7347265722103092746</id><published>2008-12-09T07:04:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:24:54.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TT's family tree or................T M I</title><content type='html'>Just a wee bit of info to help you follow along with our ever growing family. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;- 3 sisters/ 1 brother.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lovee&lt;/span&gt; is the baby ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;- 1 sister ( usually referred to as Sisterlittle)/ 1 brother killed in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Viet&lt;/span&gt;Nam in 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;- married before he found me= 2 sons.......commonly known as #1 son and #2 son (aka Pups)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;- only married to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; ......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt; had Sunshine gal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Babyboy&lt;/span&gt; ( also referred to as #3 son).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that gives us 4............right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Squiddly&lt;/span&gt; came to us when he was in 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade..........lets just say he needed us and we loved him so we kept him. We tend to keep people ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we're up to 5 kids. Still with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Pups ( #2 son ) was in college he dated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; forever!!! They eventually broke up but...you guessed it......we kept her. She was embedded in our hearts from the very first "Hey" in that lovely southern drawl. We had no choice in the matter.....our hearts were crushed at the thought of never seeing her again...she protested a bit, but we eventually won. Fortunately, she and Pups stayed friends and are now actually &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now we're at 6. Officially................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;grandyoungins&lt;/span&gt;........that's a story too.&lt;br /&gt;#1 son married a gal who had 3. they had 2..............which gives us a total of 5!&lt;br /&gt;#3 son married his HS sweetheart and had 1. They split though....:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Squiddly&lt;/span&gt; and his Lovely had 2 boys.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're officially at 8 grand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;youngins&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Grandyoungin&lt;/span&gt; came from #1 son's-ex-stepson..........We kept them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;..........well that's what we do. :) It's not the kids fault when parents breakup...right? Is there anyone out there who has so much love in their lives that they don't need anyone else??? I don't think so ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Lovee's&lt;/span&gt; family tree....so to speak. FW asked for some clarification on our tree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still confused??? Don't worry....I get mixed up sometimes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7347265722103092746?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7347265722103092746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7347265722103092746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7347265722103092746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7347265722103092746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/tts-family-tree-ort-m-i.html' title='TT&apos;s family tree or................T M I'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7608237146925400374</id><published>2008-12-08T18:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T07:03:45.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>brag time...:)</title><content type='html'>I just gotta do a wee bit of unashamed boasting.... so if you please.....go by my &lt;a href="http://runningthroughsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunshine gal's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; place and have a look at the pics of her and her beautiful partner...affectionately known as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Punky&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just so proud to have her as my daughter....and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Punky&lt;/span&gt; is just as sweet and loving as she is. We love them both awful!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt; ( Sunshine is the blond )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....just in case some of you have been living in a cave or have just started reading my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;juicey&lt;/span&gt;-juice....go by our OTHER daughters place....right &lt;a href="http://how-rude.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you can see a pic of her and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;furkids&lt;/span&gt; and her adorable hubby. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ETK's&lt;/span&gt; the name and making people smile is her game!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course , then there's&lt;a href="http://allipas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sweet girl....Our daughter &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;inlaw&lt;/span&gt; to # 2 son, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;affectionately&lt;/span&gt; called Pups. :) those brown eyes could melt the meanest soul....honest!!! There isn't a more gentle soul on the planet! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ...... 'daughter-from-another-mother'.. ;)...AND a much younger ME..... is of course the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; fabulous &lt;a href="http://mustlovemonkeys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cheekymonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up in Chicago. Her smile lights up a room and could melt icebergs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you've undoubtedly seen the pic on my side bar of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Squiddly&lt;/span&gt; and his Lovely. Our 'son-from-another-mother'....who is currently serving in the US Navy...stationed in Cuba!!!! Lovely and their adorable and energetic boys are in California.....:(......&lt;br /&gt;I miss them ALL terribly!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, # 1 son and his wife and urchins......no blog and no pics on my computer....dammit!! they are in the Lone Star state...too far from us. :) We love them and miss them awful!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND....of course then there's #3 son ....usually called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Babyboy&lt;/span&gt;...and his gal...no blog either...BUT...I have put pics on here before with the wolves they raise. Huge love to them!!!! Our Oldest-"official"-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;grandgal&lt;/span&gt; is from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Babyboy&lt;/span&gt;.......she's in North Carolina so unfortunately we don't get to see her much....phone yes......in person...not so much. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family is so important to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I. We love deeply. We wish we had more time to devote to all of them, but there never seems to be enough time for everything we want to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;I know, they all feel our love......we just wish we could 'show' it more.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well............... it is what it is....right?&lt;br /&gt;Something is better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 Mondays, I haven't had to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;............they're doing quite well lately...(hope I didn't just jinx it)&lt;br /&gt;So, we've spent it up north of us a bit with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lovee's&lt;/span&gt; #1 sister and her hubby. (FYI- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; is the baby of 5!!)&lt;br /&gt;She is my hero! I couldn't love her anymore if she were my actual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;biological&lt;/span&gt; sister....come to think of it...my other 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;SIL's&lt;/span&gt;....same thing!!.....And there is a brother to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;....I love him too but can I just say...I got the BEST brother!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;anywhoodle&lt;/span&gt;.............#1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt;....is taking care of her ailing hubby...I've mentioned it before...several times. The challenges she faces head on each and every day....baffle me. I seriously doubt if I would hold up as well if I were in her shoes. I'm not wanting to go into detail about her challenges...lets just say, her Hubby's had many,many strokes and his personality has shifted....a.l.o.t! Dementia is not kind!! Not to mention the physical aspects of caring for a multiple stroke man of 70+ years.&lt;br /&gt;I know we aren't given more than we can handle....I believe this. But...........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;holycow&lt;/span&gt; man.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;SFD&lt;/span&gt;!! Remember the movie Groundhogs Day?? that's her life.....the same thing day in and day out.&lt;br /&gt;So, Last Monday and then again today, we spent time with her....trying to lighten the mood and give her another adult to talk with. Last week we took her a Turkey Cranberry wreath.... it's food ....not to hang on the door :) and Christmas socks......Today we took her the cookbook for it and a baking stone to cook it on PLUS some homemade Hamburger soup and rolls!!!!and more socks.... She smiled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;biggly&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, next week...........Monkey bread on a snowman platter ( she collects snowmen) and more Christmas socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the visits are the important part..........But I like making things to spread the love....&lt;br /&gt;Works for us. .....:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy rest of your week.....................&lt;br /&gt;Hugs to all............&lt;br /&gt;( could you feel it??)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7608237146925400374?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7608237146925400374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7608237146925400374&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7608237146925400374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7608237146925400374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/brag-time.html' title='brag time...:)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6048887250081705256</id><published>2008-12-04T07:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:06:40.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok,,,ok...................</title><content type='html'>Ground hogs day here..............&lt;br /&gt;s.o.s.d.d....................................same-old-shit-different-day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I'm not holding up  my end of the bargain.   So, I'll post a few observations and thoughts....just in case anyone is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt; cold here this morning! 14 degrees!!!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pete&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; has most of his Christmas presents now.  I know...it's way too early and it's not because I couldn't wait or anything.......it's because I decided to get him practical stuff and he NEEDS it now!   I gave him some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Carhart&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bibbers&lt;/span&gt; and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Carhart&lt;/span&gt; jacket.  He works outside 10 hours a day and as I said earlier...it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt; cold!! And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Carharts&lt;/span&gt; are excellent for outside stuffs...all insulated and shit. So........I caved.  Gotta keep him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; warm ya know. &lt;br /&gt;PLUS..............I washed his billfold when he asked me to wash his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bibbers&lt;/span&gt;...........so that meant I had to get his NEW billfold out and give that to him. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;............not much left to wrap. but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;....maybe I'll just put a bow on my head and sit under the tree....&lt;br /&gt;I did that at 23..................the 'package' wasn't as wrinkled then as it is now.....but that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...hopefully he won't have his glasses on and won't notice. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last Friday, I decorated the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; house for Christmas.  I wanted to get that done so I could work on ours the next day, Saturday.  Well............guess what? When I got home Friday from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Parentals&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; was there, fixing dinner ( as usual) and when I asked if I could help he said no......just go sit down and relax.  I protested a bit...a very wee bit...then walked into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;living room&lt;/span&gt; and what did I see?? Decorations!!! Tree was up....mantel was decorated....festiveness everywhere!!!!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was absolutely giddy.&lt;br /&gt;That next Sunday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and Sunshine gal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Babyboy&lt;/span&gt; put the lights up on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; house.  It was colder than a well diggers ass but they did it.... while we were at church!&lt;br /&gt;What a fabulous family I have!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I had a huge meltdown a week or so ago.  The injustices of ageing and the mind. So not fair...but many things in life aren't fair.  Dad has Dementia you know......some days are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and others not so much.  One of his toys was broken.....a little train that runs on a wee track and does funny stuff.  It wouldn't work.  I couldn't get him to understand why it wouldn't work and more importantly why no TOY STORE could fix it.  UGH!!! Long story short.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; fixed it. It took me days before I could talk to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; about it....I started telling sunshine about it and all I could do was cry....shitfuckdamn.....so when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; got me to tell him what was wrong....I had a huge meltdown about the whole ageing process.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; fixed it?  Batteries!!!! yep....that NEVER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me.  Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Once again......my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; rescued me.  Sunshine too.......she prepped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; for the coming meltdown I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.I'm still not too sure about blogging.  Maybe it's just the time of year....or perhaps I'm tired of writing about what I live everyday.  I don't know.  I love to read everyone.....but writing about my days or my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;incoherent&lt;/span&gt; thoughts ( I channel &lt;a href="http://kubotofarm.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brad&lt;/a&gt; at times....we're twins &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; at birth I'm sure!!) that I can't seem to express correctly...........too much work.   I'm working on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My Sunshine gal has lost about 50 pounds so far!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I always thought she looked perfect just the way she was........but she decided to change some things.  Mainly because of her &lt;a href="http://www.pcos-info.com/guide_detail.asp?gid=ND014&amp;amp;a=a&amp;amp;assoc=Google&amp;amp;keyword=polycysticovary&amp;amp;gclid=CJba4MiPp5cCFQu-Ggod9XrO_Q"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;PCOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  She was afraid she'd get to the point of having Diabetes...like my Dad....and she doesn't get along with needles. :) So, with a very restricted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;carb&lt;/span&gt; diet.....she did it!  Can you imagine having only 20 to 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; a day?? Ugh.........me neither. She feels fabulous though and LOOKS fabulous and has sold most of her shoes an clothes on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Ebay&lt;/span&gt;.....made quite a bit of $$$.&lt;br /&gt;She's a hero for sure.  Taking charge of her health like that......awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;.that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;shiney&lt;/span&gt; and happy week...what's left of it.   And there's lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;shiney&lt;/span&gt; stuff out there these days....just look around.......it'll make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6048887250081705256?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6048887250081705256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6048887250081705256&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6048887250081705256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6048887250081705256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/12/okok.html' title='Ok,,,ok...................'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4758051197190787260</id><published>2008-11-21T07:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T07:56:52.814-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a little ditty..........</title><content type='html'>My blobbie friend &lt;a href="http://cynicalbstd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jay&lt;/a&gt;, had this on his blog and I thought it was interesting.  I really didn't have any great answers for him...which made me think even more about it.  So............. If you'd like, you can answer these questions and I'll mull them over while I'm on hiatus from this blob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. Something I have and YOU want?&lt;br /&gt;4. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;6. What was your first impression of me?&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;8. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;10. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;11. How do you see me in the future?&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn’t?&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you going to post this in your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving that thought right now.&lt;br /&gt;Let;s make it count for something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4758051197190787260?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4758051197190787260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4758051197190787260&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4758051197190787260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4758051197190787260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/little-ditty.html' title='a little ditty..........'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4875633463382469384</id><published>2008-11-20T15:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:08:42.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post...</title><content type='html'>As of Wednesday...I'm a Great Grammy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and i went to see the gorgeous wee little 6lb. 8oz, 19" little girl last night.  I'm so in love.&lt;br /&gt;naturally I forgot my camera!  I'll get pics later.&lt;br /&gt;The parents are my grandson by #1 son's ex wife firstborn and his fiance'.&lt;br /&gt;I keep people ya know.&lt;br /&gt;I love deeply.&lt;br /&gt;kids aren't usually at fault so I keep them all and collect more......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all get that about me...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4875633463382469384?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4875633463382469384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4875633463382469384&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4875633463382469384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4875633463382469384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-post.html' title='Quick post...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5230467214049563577</id><published>2008-11-12T15:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:46:58.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hugs and loves to all..... :)</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking....again. I do that from time to time....sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. Really....how funny is that. Not much really.&lt;br /&gt;anywhoodle....&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to give this blog a break for a while.&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you get all over me like a bad rash....as if I'm all important and stuff....let me just say that I'll still read my favorite blogs, b/c I find myself wondering about all of you....really...i think about all of you all the time...&lt;br /&gt;But............I've been struggling lately...really struggling, about what I'm gonna blog about. That is too much stress for me. It shouldn't feel like homework....like I have a deadline....or a job that gives me too much stress... but it does. Sometimes....&lt;br /&gt;I know, write whatever you want....whenever you want...no pressure....no rules....no judgements....I know the drill.&lt;br /&gt;I just need a break. My grape needs the break. My home need the break.&lt;br /&gt;I may post something in a week...a couple weeks...maybe tomorrow...I don't know. Maybe in a month. I'll just wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;If something life changing happens, I'll be on here like white on rice....because I do think that some of my blobbies are seriously interested in my grape squishers and life...&lt;br /&gt;but untill then.........&lt;br /&gt;I'll be reading you.......&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and loves.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TT........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5230467214049563577?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5230467214049563577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5230467214049563577&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5230467214049563577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5230467214049563577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/hugs-and-loves-to-all.html' title='Hugs and loves to all..... :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2897236516639487531</id><published>2008-11-10T08:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:10:21.776-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness lesson????....</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://onemorefairytale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Princess&lt;/a&gt; over at Fairy tales wants me to do a Happiness lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how to go about that actually.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness comes from deep within I think.  Sometimes it's hard to find it.  Sometimes it takes every ounce of strength we can find to eek out a wee little bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;But......it's essential to a good life to do so I believe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm generally an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;optomist&lt;/span&gt;, so I usually go the route of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is showing wrinkles...**at least it's not burned or deformed from some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;horrific&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;.**&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts..**at least I know it'll pass and it's not a tumor that's inoperable.**&lt;br /&gt;My back is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;realllly&lt;/span&gt; hurting...** at least I'm not in a wheelchair and I can still function on my own two feet. **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could always be worse.....possibly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the rainbow....find some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shiney&lt;/span&gt; stuff in your pockets or that lovely yellow purse....or look at that perfect sunset...or smell your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee's&lt;/span&gt; neck...or look at the stars and wonder at the heavens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all around us.  We just have to open our eyes and hearts to the possibilities of 'awe' and 'wonderment'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its out there and it's free for the taking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go grab me a handful and wash my face with it....then blow the rest to the winds.  Maybe it'll land on some unsuspecting person who needs it and just can't seem to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.....I'm ok....&lt;br /&gt;Brain is properly squished; I can hear Lovee in the garage working on his latest project: Mom's feeling much better; Dad is calm now;&lt;br /&gt;uh-O....the dryer squawked...........&lt;br /&gt;later ...]&lt;br /&gt;{{hugs}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2897236516639487531?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2897236516639487531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2897236516639487531&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2897236516639487531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2897236516639487531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-lesson.html' title='Happiness lesson????....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1174407828432240803</id><published>2008-11-10T07:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:55:37.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More grape squishers + incoherant thoughts..</title><content type='html'>I am a lover of words. Which causes me distress at times. I can sometimes write what I'm feeling but rarely can I verbalize it. When I write my feelings, I'm often at a loss for the correct word I'm needing to convey my thoughts so I can be completely understood. And of course, there are the times when I want to 'tell' someone what's in my grape at that moment and the words are there, but my tear ducts engage and I get that dreaded throat lump and all I can do is....cry. So the moment is gone, in a mess of tears, and I leave whomever I was wanting to talk to with a puzzled look on their face and wondering what's wrong with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So, I get all these jumbled up thoughts running around my grape, reeking havoc in the 'storage rooms' I've created, wondering how I'm going to tell people what's going on in there while not being able to verbalize it and melting into a messy puddle if I try and say it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;out loud&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Geeze&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;I read a story in the October issue of 'O' magazine that touched me deep to my core. I started to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; about it...but i couldn't. Those damn tear ducts and the throat lump showed up. I found the article on the authors blog and saved it to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Favs&lt;/span&gt;. She writes of the big 'C' and it's effects on her and her family; her little girls and a birthday party that MUST happen..so uplifting actually. But it was the way she wrote it all that touched me. She's a lover of words too I think. It's almost like she can say......2+2=4 but when I do it...2+2=41/2. Silly analogy but it works for me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if anyone feels like reading the story you can find it right &lt;a href="http://www.kellycorrigan.com/blog/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;The Mom had a procedure Thursday. Shots in her spine to help with her pain. UGH! She did very well, but they decided to change her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; again. I'm thinking that wasn't a good plan considering she's been feeling like road kill ever since. I felt awful not being able to do something to ease her pain and feeling of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;unwellness&lt;/span&gt;. AWFUL! I'm their security blanket they say; I'm their 'go-to-girl they say; I'm their beck and call girl; I'm......feeling like I've failed. I know I haven't. I didn't change her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not a miracle worker. I'm just their daughter, but they look to me with such hope and security. Breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I did something I probably shouldn't have done. I'll admit to it and own it. Completely. I took her new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and put them away and put her back on the old ones. All this before I can even consult her Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I called her a few minutes ago to tell her I've left a message on the Nurse line at the Dr.s office and she told me she's feeling better. The old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; are back and she's better. I'm thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Alleluia&lt;/span&gt;.....but at the same time, second guessing myself. I'm a mess. Second guessing is what I do best.&lt;br /&gt;More on this later.&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Sisterlittle is going through a tough time now. My heart is so heavy for her I wonder how I'm able to carry it around. So she's in my thoughts every hour of the day. I love her awful!&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Grape is squished a bit ...made room for other nonsencical stuff.....and that's a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1174407828432240803?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1174407828432240803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1174407828432240803&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1174407828432240803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1174407828432240803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-grape-squishers-incoherant.html' title='More grape squishers + incoherant thoughts..'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6284128808327375125</id><published>2008-11-08T13:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:59:40.011-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been challenged....</title><content type='html'>The princess over at &lt;a href="http://onemorefairytale.blogspot.com/"&gt;Real Life Fairy Tales&lt;/a&gt; gave a challenge.  I'm up for it I think.  Possibly...maybe....fairly sure...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You assignment is to list the following: a) 5 Things I'm Grateful I'm NOT... b) 5 Things I'm Thankful I Am... c) 5 Things I Will Do To Make Someone Else Happy This Week... and most importantly d) 5 Things I Will Do To Make ME Happy This Week!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a. I'm grateful I'm not:...broke,sick,dead,unhappy,mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;b.  I'm thankful I'm:...healthy, married to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;, have so many urchins, can care for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;, I've got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blobbie&lt;/span&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;c. I will make someone else happy this week by: showing them love, compassion, smiling,-giving hugs and smooches, cooking, lending an ear or a shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;d. to make me happy: view my glass as completely full, spend time with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;, spend time reading my friends...aka. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Blobbies&lt;/span&gt;...,watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;HGTV&lt;/span&gt;, talk with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My answers sound very simplistic, but I'm basically a simple gal.  I can get real mouthy if need be, but usually, I'm laid back and simple.  I don't require much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I do need to remind myself every now and then that :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'it's all good'....&lt;br /&gt;'it could be worse'..&lt;br /&gt;'I'm loved'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we all?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Every one's&lt;/span&gt; lives get so busy and we hustle about and get caught up in all the hubbub of everyday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;inconsequential&lt;/span&gt; things.&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6284128808327375125?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6284128808327375125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6284128808327375125&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6284128808327375125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6284128808327375125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/ive-been-challenged.html' title='I&apos;ve been challenged....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8069151931836093800</id><published>2008-11-08T13:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:17:42.162-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prop 8-love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ETK'/><title type='text'>Please,please,please....</title><content type='html'>I have a favor of my blobbies.  If it's not too much trouble..please go over to &lt;a href="http://how-rude.blogspot.com/"&gt;ETK's blog&lt;/a&gt; and read about Prop 8.  It was on the California's ballots.&lt;br /&gt;Such a great post.......&lt;br /&gt;I urge everyone to read the letter she posted by Jennifer Donnelly in the Washington Post.&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to express the effect it had on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just love..........what could possibly be wrong with love?&lt;br /&gt;So touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ETK for posting it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8069151931836093800?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8069151931836093800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8069151931836093800&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8069151931836093800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8069151931836093800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/pleasepleaseplease.html' title='Please,please,please....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4949867635616888626</id><published>2008-11-05T07:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:18:58.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='12'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>I screwed up.....only a wee bit though ;)</title><content type='html'>Ok...just for the record....I must 'out' myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoiled my Mom's ballot! I've never screwed up a ballot...ever! But I connected a 'yes and no' on the same issue and the machine went off and everyone...litterally, everyone, turned and stared at me! Geesh..........&lt;br /&gt;I had to sign in to be an 'aide' to my folks. Never done that before. Interesting. Dad insisted on marking his all by himself. Yep...he did it. He was so proud of himself. :) No screw up for him....the blind guy did better than his 'seeingeyedbeckandcallgirl'. G figure.&lt;br /&gt;I was given another ballot for Mom and did it correctly the second time....crouching on the floor is NOT a good stance to be in while voting. They took us to the side where the parentals could sit...only 2 chairs there so I crouched. Hummm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They only had a 25 minute wait which we were happy for. We went about11:00 and they were about the 500th voters. Great turnout.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Oklahoma is a RED state...so McCain took us......but I'm very pleased with the outcome. It'll be interesting to hear what the Dad 'loops' today. He's certian that 'Obonga" won't do well b/c of his lack of experience....yada,yada,yada..........I'll be trying to change the subject all day I'm sure. It wears me out sometimes. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love 'em though. No apathy there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 12 again yesterday. I don't like it when that happens. The Mom gets all controlling at times. I understand it, but I don't like it. She feels very secure when she knows I'm in the same room as her. I need to tell her when I'm going to the bathroom now. Seriously. I was in the 'necessary room' , upstairs,when I heard her holler, "TT, are you up there?" I said yes. " what are you doing?"...I told her I was going 'pottie'....&lt;strike&gt; can you believe this conversation is going on?? WTF &lt;/strike&gt;"OH", she said, "I didn't know where you were. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said before...my life is full. Sometimes, the fun never ends. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed, this I know.....but sometimes...................................ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Humpie day. Should be interesting.....the sun is out with a storm coming in. My kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I see a rainbow..........they make me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4949867635616888626?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4949867635616888626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4949867635616888626&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4949867635616888626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4949867635616888626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-screwed-uponly-wee-bit-though.html' title='I screwed up.....only a wee bit though ;)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8856078481403994295</id><published>2008-11-04T07:53:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:19:24.878-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Not your typical Tuesday!! :)</title><content type='html'>Just got back from our polling station. Took me, oh, maybe 5 minutes. Seriously! There was a fairly substantial line coming out of the door when I got there. But, someone came out and announced that there was an additional line for A - L . ....and that there was actually NO LINE!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, being the Queen of the alphabet that I am...after I sang the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;elfing&lt;/span&gt; song!!!...I went to the head of my line, got checked in...and did my thing. Viola!! I'm done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exhilarating it was too. I was kicking myself in the arse a few days ago for not voting early...but obviously I didn't have a issue. I put on my sticker...came home and here I am. Ready for my day to begin.....and I still have time to do a quick post before heading to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;. That, my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt; means it's gonna be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really new to report. That may change once I get home from my 'job'. Taking the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; to the polls and marking their ballots should be fun. I printed out the ballots and had them enlarged so Dad could read everything and we could decide ahead of time how to mark the issues. Got Mom's done, but Dad is taking his sweet time deciding on the state issues. Should be interesting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, have a great day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt;........get out there and make it count, however you vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8856078481403994295?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8856078481403994295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8856078481403994295&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8856078481403994295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8856078481403994295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/11/done.html' title='Not your typical Tuesday!! :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5171706059911349720</id><published>2008-10-31T06:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:53:18.105-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooooooooo out there!</title><content type='html'>I wish that whomever is reading me in Europe would stop in and say Hi. I'm a people lover don't cha know.&lt;br /&gt;In a few days...Squiddly will be reading me from another location....some island to our south. that'll put another yellow dot on my map. How fun. I'm such a blob whore. :) Actually I'm "head Ho".........according to cheekymonkey and ETK.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...now I'm officially off to go  P &amp;amp; S...........&lt;br /&gt;I told you, I'm an addict!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and a Ho too !!!!&lt;br /&gt;is that TMI?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5171706059911349720?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5171706059911349720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5171706059911349720&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5171706059911349720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5171706059911349720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/helloooooooooooo-out-there.html' title='Helloooooooooooo out there!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4703616360451927984</id><published>2008-10-31T06:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T06:48:25.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm TT and I'm a blobaholic....</title><content type='html'>Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Is there an intervention program for this? I find myself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;analyzing&lt;/span&gt; why I post stuff and why I read blogs. It's addicting!!!!! I already have too many addictions as it is. Well....maybe not TOO many, but enough. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to get my home chores done before I drove to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;....now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adays&lt;/span&gt;...not so much. Thank goodness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; doesn't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anniversary was fabulous. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; had dinner ready for us when I got home. He took the day off from work and surprised me by coming into Tulsa and visiting me at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Awwwww&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;Quiet evening, alone at home...just the way we like it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to print a sample ballot for the election to take to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt;. So, guess what I'll be doing today? Yep.....election talk. Over and over and over...........makes me tired just thinking about it. But, at least they're still interested. That's a good thing. Dad's a registered Dem and Mom a Rep. However, I think Dad may go Rep this year. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ev&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; has a new project going. He's always got at least 1 project going at a time...usually more..&lt;br /&gt;this one is in the garage. New shelving in the 3rd garage. Major project there. He has so many wood working machines and tools...it flows into the double garage. Of course now that he's doing a remodel....the only car that's in there is Suzi. She's special ya know. He's even painting the walls in there...blue. It's really nice. He'll be so organized he'll probably have a hard time finding stuff. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; Pictures will follow.........:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad is back. Poor fella........he made an Oops on his blog.....like I have done. I didn't offend him thank goodness. Live and learn ...that's what we do if we get to live long enough. He's such a great guy though. I heart him something awful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my Sunshine gal yesterday. She's lost so much weight that it's getting hard to recognise her! Seriously. What's with that??? I'm jealous. I looked great at 30 too though. I'm happy for her. She feels better and gets to enjoy buying clothes. What a concept. :) ( I'm not too familiar with that these days)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go paint and spackle now. Today is golf for the Dad and hair appt. for the Mom. I get to go to the bread store while Mom's in the beautification mode....fun times I tell ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, at Village Inn...the replacement place for Denny's....I'll get to argue with the manager about their coupon. More on that later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Fridaytastic Day!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Happy Halloween..........gosh, I forgot to buy candy!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4703616360451927984?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4703616360451927984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4703616360451927984&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4703616360451927984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4703616360451927984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/hi-im-tt-and-im-blobaholic.html' title='Hi, I&apos;m TT and I&apos;m a blobaholic....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2973940666808636522</id><published>2008-10-29T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:20:09.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brad'/><title type='text'>Brad on Waconda road.....</title><content type='html'>I'm sad...Brad's blog says it's private....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I bad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did I offend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go blow my nose now.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2973940666808636522?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2973940666808636522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2973940666808636522&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2973940666808636522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2973940666808636522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/brad-on-waconda-road.html' title='Brad on Waconda road.....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7020415234127728055</id><published>2008-10-29T14:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:30:00.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogger'/><title type='text'>Pimpin a blog!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I did this once before...but I got scared..i know....she who keeps saying she's not afraid....yep..I bombed.  I deleted the first 'pimp' I did.  (tsk-tsk-tsk)&lt;br /&gt;But now, once again, I've got to pimp out a new-to-the-block blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sometimeslifejust.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss K&lt;/a&gt;...has such a raw passion for life.....and writes what she's feeling with such clarity, that I can actually feel,smell and taste what she's saying.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;She's new to the blobbing world...so I hope everyone visits her and leaves her oodles of comments.  It's worth the visit.&lt;br /&gt;I had the enormous pleasure of meeting her when ETK and Cheekymonkey and I were in Chicago.  She's funny and cute and I'm so grateful to have met her. &lt;br /&gt;Can any of us have too many friends?&lt;br /&gt;Nope!&lt;br /&gt;Go see her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7020415234127728055?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7020415234127728055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7020415234127728055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7020415234127728055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7020415234127728055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/pimpin-blog.html' title='Pimpin a blog!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7179771062182031957</id><published>2008-10-29T00:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:13:43.461-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Random pics from the past :)</title><content type='html'>year 1995- Quantico Va. FBI National Academy...Lovee graduates!!! Me. Lovee, SIL( and FBI Agent!! )&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262401929129000114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfOrFMQfLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WawyJTLiFUM/s320/scan0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;year 2003- Renewing our vows in Vegas!!! He asked again and I said yes...again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfOEAlVvOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6n0_Ze_T6ZI/s1600-h/scan0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262401257877126370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfOEAlVvOI/AAAAAAAAAd4/6n0_Ze_T6ZI/s320/scan0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; year 1973- The Christmas he surprised me!!!( I never have liked to have my picture taken)  Don't cha love the trash can??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfNqbqCRvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2eTpjEMZAUY/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400818467981042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfNqbqCRvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2eTpjEMZAUY/s320/scan0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; year 1995- Our last Marine Corps Birthday Ball.......Cherry Point, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfNTt1cJ0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/-oY-yXyQnrE/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262400428210661186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfNTt1cJ0I/AAAAAAAAAdo/-oY-yXyQnrE/s320/scan0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; year 1992- marine Corps Ball San Antonio,Tx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfM3osno7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/UISGvXjseoQ/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262399945795150770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfM3osno7I/AAAAAAAAAdg/UISGvXjseoQ/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; year 1977- Babyboy's first Christmas...and I was preggers with Sunshine girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262399392020534722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfMXZudlcI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KMLfykLIxLA/s320/scan0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;year 1979-Camp Pendleton Ca-2 kids down and ready to join Lovee in Okinawa....Yay!!!!!!!!!!! I sent him this picture to tantalize him...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262398912583289762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfL7frty6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/sfEyYUR2klg/s320/scan0055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;year 1973- Lovee and me...Honeymoon is over and he's leaving :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262398334421828786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfLZ13SBLI/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZdRjdhxiLsE/s320/scan0015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;year 1973- We're engaged.....Tulsa, Ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262398051820176482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfLJZFzBGI/AAAAAAAAAdA/L3thiwjm5do/s320/scan0010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7179771062182031957?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7179771062182031957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7179771062182031957&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7179771062182031957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7179771062182031957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-pics-from-past.html' title='Random pics from the past :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SQfOrFMQfLI/AAAAAAAAAeA/WawyJTLiFUM/s72-c/scan0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-689697139138947064</id><published>2008-10-29T00:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:11:43.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how we met...'/><title type='text'>I Do ;)</title><content type='html'>35 Years ago today..... I married the love of my life. At precicely 7;15p.m. I became-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Lovee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met him at my front door. It was towards the end of June, 1973. I'm still not too sure of the actual day I met him....I was, at that time a wee bit on the 'flitey' side...flitting from boyfriend to boyfriend so the only dates on my mind were the ones that happened on Friday and Saturday nights. ;)&lt;br /&gt;My BFF's boyfriend, brought him over to meet his girlfriends roomie. ( that would be me)We didn't want to answer the door because we had really bad sunburns from being at the lake all day. We were running around the apartment in our undies trying to stay cool and touch free. It was only after T ( the boyfriend) assured us that there really was someone else with him that we agreed to open the door. OMG!! there really is someone...and he's really cute I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dressed, quickly, we opened the door..&lt;br /&gt;That's when my world changed....as he stepped inside our door....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there was conversation going on; returning from Ok city after taking tests necessary to join the USMC....T not having a ride back to Tulsa....Lovee giving him a ride....idle chitchat. But I don't really remember much of it. I remember thinking to myself...'OMG...he's the most handsome guy I've ever seen........look at those eyes.....and that sly grin....and those shoulders...'&lt;br /&gt;Introductions were made....I'm sure...I don't really remember....I was concentrating on those eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say much....just smiled. I didn't want to look like more of a fool than I already felt....sunburn and all, and I didn't want to risk saying something completely goofy. I tend to do that even now; when I'm in awe of someone. :)We all agreed to go play tennis the next day. Lovee was an accomplished tennis player and offered to help with our game...uh huh....I needed help alright! I was going on a date with Adonis and I couldn't even remember his name!!!!! When they left, I looked at my BFF and as I leaned against the door I said " Isn't he the most handsome man in the world?" She just shrugged and said " he's ok ". ( she was focused on her OWN guy!...thank goodness) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, while we were changing sides on the court, Lovee put his arm around my shoulders. He gave me a squeeze, kissed my forehead and called me "punkin". My world went spinning out of control. A nickname...already?...no one ever did that before...squeezed me AND gave me a nickname and kissed my forehead!!! Uhhhh..........what just happened? Why is the ground spinning? It's who's serve??? Wha...?&lt;br /&gt;After the tennis game; I don't remember who won....we all headed back to our apartment. Lovee and I decided to go for a walk to give my BFF and her fella some alone time. He was leaving for San Diego real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about everything you could imagine. His family and how he was the youngest of 5; his upbringing; How he'd married young; His divorce and how it effected him; his 2 young boys whom he missed more and more each day; his past jobs; what he wanted to do in the Marine Corps.....how he was just waiting for a waiver ( because of his kids ) so he could depart for San Diego. He had been on the Tulsa Police force...but left when he divorced....he needed a new direction for his life. He was 23.&lt;br /&gt;An older guy...just my style!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about how I grew up; my family of 1 sister and 1 brother (who died in Viet Nam in 1967 when I was 12);how I was almost 19....how I really didn't have a clear plan of what to do with my life...nursing school, maybe...who knew; my job at the Nursing home; my cool car ( 1967 Cougar )...we talked about how if he married again it'd have to last, especially if he had more kids, because not being with his kids hurt too much and divorces were painful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I'd never do that to him to him............Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where that came from but I remember he didn't flinch...just put his arms around my shoulders and squeezed me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around for 4 hours! He kept switching sides I remember....I asked why and he said the man should always be on the outside, street side so he could protect the girl..... me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd never heard such a thing...ever.&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I remember thinking to myself....he's so different....so handsome, so funny, so sexy, so warm....so caring. Is he for real I wondered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned to my apt., we leaned against his car and he pulled me close and asked me why I was shaking. I don't know I tell him. he pulled me close and kissed me. Really kissed me. I was never the same after that. He walked me to my door. I wrote down his name because I still couldn't remember ...:)&lt;br /&gt;I gave him my phone number.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd call. God, I hope so I thought..I hoped he didn't think I was silly and dumb.He didn't. He called me at work the next day! He tracked me down. How, I'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;We became inseperable. He would leave only to go back to his apt. and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit my parents and was telling my Mom about this fabulously cool guy I'd met. She said " tt, you're talking different about this guy" I told her" Well, that's because I'm going to marry this one...he hasn't asked me yet, but he will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days after our first meeting he showed up late at my apt.. He had a funny look on his face and swept me up in his arms, gave me the most loving kiss I'd ever had and we melted to the floor....just sat there staring at each other. Finally he pulled a box out of his pocket. I gasped. He said he knew we hadn't known each other very long but that he really didn't have a lot of time. His waiver had come through and he was set to leave in about 3 weeks for San Diego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking straight into my eyes, he said " tt, will you marry me?" as he opened the box.&lt;br /&gt;I gasped again...which I still do when I'm surprised :) and threw my arms around him and said simply.."yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what -we thought....&lt;br /&gt;So what if we haven't known each other very long....&lt;br /&gt;So what if we don't really know a lot about each other.....&lt;br /&gt;We both knew one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;We both fell in love....completely in love....the moment he walked into my apartment and our eyes locked.&lt;br /&gt;We'd have plenty of time to get to know one another after we were married. I ran to my BFF's room and tried to wake her and show her....I was ENGAGED!!! She slept through it all. She was really tired :) lol&lt;br /&gt;He wrote a letter to my parents, telling them of his love for me and asking permission to marry me. He's always been a letter writer :)&lt;br /&gt;They said ok. Stunned at the suddeness of it all...Daddy told him to treat me right.......&lt;br /&gt;I met his parents. They were also stunned. Was this a rebound thing they wondered? NO. I was from a different side of the tracks than he was. Could he make me happy? YES!Could I made him happy? YES!&lt;br /&gt;We spent every moment we could together. He baked me a cake and fixed me dinner for my birthday that July...earlier than the actual date, because he'd be gone by then. My BFF helped...it was to be a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;It was.&lt;br /&gt;He was to leave the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove him to the bus station and waived goodbye. Tears streaming down my face. An ache in my heart I'd never known. Little did I know it would be the first of many.&lt;br /&gt;We wrote each day. I planned our wedding.&lt;br /&gt;We wrote of love and missing each other....of the hardships of Bootcamp and being separated...of the joys we'd have once we were married.&lt;br /&gt;Bootcamp lasted 13 LONG weeks.&lt;br /&gt;He graduated Honorman of his platoon. October 25, 1973.&lt;br /&gt;No one was there to see it. (This is something I've always regretted.)&lt;br /&gt;He flew home and found me dressed up in my little 'hot pants' outfit waiting and squealing and jumping around the airport waiting area. He walked off the plane in his Dress Blues...I cried and ran to him!!!!&lt;br /&gt;He stayed at my parents house with me. I had moved back home, after he left, to save money. We would be poor for a while but I didn't care. Hadn't I heard somewhere that people could live on love?.....&lt;br /&gt;We honeymooned in Washington,D.C.. Staying with his sister and BIL taking in the sites. 2 weeks later he left again. For his formal school in Georgia. He was an M.P.&lt;br /&gt;We got to be together again,that Christmas of 73. He surprised me once more....catching the last flight out going to Tulsa before a snow storm would close down our airport. The Taxi, piled high with people took the soldier home first :)&lt;br /&gt;I cried and ran to him again when I answered the doorbell. We had another week together.&lt;br /&gt;He left after Christmas for Camp Pendleton.&lt;br /&gt;On Valentines day 1974....we were able to move into our first apartment as husband and wife...because my Mom ( bless her heart)drove with me to California to join him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our first year getting to know each other. Some days were easy...some were harder than others. The one constant we had was &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No arguement or dissagreement was as bad as the &lt;strong&gt;thought&lt;/strong&gt; of being apart.&lt;br /&gt;Love can conquer all.&lt;br /&gt;It did.&lt;br /&gt;It continues to.&lt;br /&gt;it always will...with us.&lt;br /&gt;Our love, somehow, grows deeper and deeper each year. How that's possible I'm not sure. How do you love someone more than you ever thought was possible?&lt;br /&gt;It is...........&lt;br /&gt;Forever and Always...........&lt;br /&gt;He's my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-689697139138947064?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/689697139138947064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=689697139138947064&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/689697139138947064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/689697139138947064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-do.html' title='I Do ;)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4594217504258775242</id><published>2008-10-28T06:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T07:06:51.385-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sads and happys = life :)</title><content type='html'>Where do my days go???????&lt;br /&gt;Geezzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzze! &lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to thank everyone for their lovely comments.  Ya'll totally rock!&lt;br /&gt;My friends funeral was yesterday.  Lord that was hard.  Her Mom hugged me so tight....it squeezed out more tears.  We sit with her every Sunday in church...and I always give her a hug and smooch....I'm thinking those will take on a different meaning  from now on.  My friends son...who looks just like her btw...talked about how she was a loving and beautiful person....her life...and how she'll be missed.  Her daughter read a poem. Beautiful.  I honestly don't know how they did it.  Such an outpouring of love.  I felt it hit my heart.  I saw sunshine .&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time finding my mo-jo yesterday.  So I just went with the tide.  Some days are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;On to brighter things :)&lt;br /&gt;Lovee's and my 35 wedding anniversary is tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;And what have I got for Lovee? NOTHING!!!!! I know.....TT, get busy.&lt;br /&gt;I have ideas, but the bulk of it may have to wait for a payday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you like reading ' how me met' stories...........cuz that's in the works.  I'm in need of happy thoughts and that is at the top of my list right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to paint and spackle now.  I was headed in that direction..actually just washed my face when the phone rang.  It was my Sunshine gal..........she sang me the 'goodmorning' song.   She's such a bright spot in my life....not sure what I did to deserve such a loving and caring  gal...but I'm just going to roll with it.  She's an old soul for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday ya'll!  Let's make it count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4594217504258775242?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4594217504258775242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4594217504258775242&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4594217504258775242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4594217504258775242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sads-and-happys-life.html' title='sads and happys = life :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5276196728979672152</id><published>2008-10-26T12:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:21:43.815-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your bag???</title><content type='html'>When we're born, we don't come with instructions.  We don't know exactly what lies ahead of us.&lt;br /&gt;We aren't handed a nice little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; box with everything we'll need to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;scatter&lt;/span&gt; about in making our life.  It's a day by day thing.&lt;br /&gt;I do think there may be a plastic bag thrown in the mix somewhere along the line.  A bag with our life in it.  But, because it's not in a box, neatly arranged with instructions as to when to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;scatter&lt;/span&gt; pieces of our life, some things get thrown out in a not so logical order.  That is the mystery.  We just reach in and grab something and toss it out and see what happens.  Not on purpose mind you.  It's like, we're blindfolded and can't see what's picked. If we could see, I know things would proceed more cautiously and in an order we think it should be in.  That's life....chaotic and imperfect and magical all thrown in together. &lt;br /&gt;We take whatever life throws at us....ever hoping for the best.  Dealing with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;disappointments&lt;/span&gt; and joys and sadness, sometimes all in one day.&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A childhood friend of mine left us Saturday.  She was only 56.  A massive stroke and heart attack was the cause.  I'm sure that wasn't in the plan her Mom had for her...or her children...or her brother....or her husband. I'm sure that wasn't in her plan either. The bag just emptied in an order we wish it hadn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and visited her Mom today after church.  The first thing she said to my Mom was" Oh my, how'd you ever let your baby boy go? I just don't know how to do it.  It's not supposed to be this way."&lt;br /&gt;It has brought my brothers death to the front of Mom's mind.  Mom did the best she could to comfort her...but really, what can be said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only 2 years older than me.  When we were small I wanted to be her.  She was so pretty and popular.  She didn't have that awkward stage that most of us have.  She was always pretty. Sad, usually, but pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Depression fell out of her bag early on.  It grabbed hold of her and never quite let go.  I think she forgot to grab more things out of that bag....depression puts blinders on you ...&lt;br /&gt;I think sadness was all she saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I looked into my very worn bag today to see if I could get a glimpse of what may lay ahead.   I saw so many possibilities. Some shiny things are there along with everyday stuff...laundry and chores...but I saw hugs and kisses......smiles and giggles....Lots and lots of love....rainbows and frogs and ladybugs.....laughter and kindness....music and wiggles....and comfort.  I saw enough to make me hopeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I wish for everyone.  I hope your bag is filled with enough hopefulness to make the corners turn up everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get to empty my bag before I have no more tomorrows.  I know for sure, I'm going to do my best to accomplish that.  If I succeed, yay for TT.  If not, I hope someone grabs what's left of it and pours it out to be caught in the wind.  Maybe the shiney parts will land in someone elses bag that needs it more than I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5276196728979672152?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5276196728979672152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5276196728979672152&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5276196728979672152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5276196728979672152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/whats-in-your-bag.html' title='What&apos;s in your bag???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1997008822556247462</id><published>2008-10-22T21:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:13:57.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pics of Love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; Well...as you can see, although don't look too close cuz it's late and I'm looking a wee bit rough and have 'hairfuck' ..;).....my Lovee surprised me yet again!!  I have some new 'bling' hanging from my ears and neck!!!!  RUBIES!!!!  My birthstone....and my final anniversary present.  I know....our anniversary isn't until the 29th of October....but Lovee....he just can't sand to wait.  Am I upset about that?? Hell NO!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260177673584343010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_nuXlvd-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/n6y3eN_tzRg/s320/2008_10220007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the earrings! There are 2 hearts.  Lovee said his heart was on top of my larger heart...I beg to differ.....it's as plain as the freckles on my face who has the larger heart....I don't really care...I see 2 hearts...OURS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260177346452020034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_nbU7UW0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/cNKNksYLOsM/s320/2008_10220010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is the necklace.  Rubies encircling a diamond heart.  Wanna know what he said when he gave this one to me?  Of course you do.....lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he said I captured his heart when we met 35 years ago!!!!!!!! Does it get any better than that??? Not in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260177010877038850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_nHy0AgQI/AAAAAAAAAco/xpDjwDvcwcA/s320/2008_10220011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This is a pic of the two of them....they came in these cute velum bags w/ red tissue paper...Lovee and I both love red.  Hummmmmmm...go figure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260176663819892386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_mzl7ItqI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Pog6rHhFquo/s320/2008_10220014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another surprise was this black 'paint' box he gave me yesterday.  Seriously!!! he's just full of surprises.  He just marches his handsome self into the Ulta stores all the time.  No joke.  You should see him whenever I or Sunshine need to go Bra shopping.....lemme tell ya....he's the 'gogetmethissize' guy...and never bats an eye and even chooses others....anywhoodle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He knows what a Paint and Spackle &lt;strike&gt; whore &lt;/strike&gt; kind of gal I am...and indulges me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself wondering just what I did to be so lucky.  I know we're both lucky...it just makes me wonder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me awful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love him awful..........forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260176159956721650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_mWQ4y3_I/AAAAAAAAAcY/Hz2x3gVzaDk/s320/2008_10220016.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1997008822556247462?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1997008822556247462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1997008822556247462&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1997008822556247462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1997008822556247462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/pics-of-love.html' title='pics of Love!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SP_nuXlvd-I/AAAAAAAAAc4/n6y3eN_tzRg/s72-c/2008_10220007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6257372683217777458</id><published>2008-10-22T06:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:13:08.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grape dumping on the light side</title><content type='html'>Let's see...where to begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got together with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; Friday evening after 'work'.  The company she works for has a corporate house so we met there.  She brought dinner from our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; restaurant AND dessert!!!! We just spent time together, talking and laughing...sharing....leaking....quality time. Our evening started about 6:45.  The next time I noticed the time it was about 11pm.  The next time we looked, it was about 2 AM!!!! Saturday morning.... Seriously!!  We've always been that way. Ever since we were 16.  We can talk for hours about everything and nothing.  Fortunately, there were no adult beverages involved so only getting about4 hours sleep wasn't too bad the next morning.  I did manage to get in a wee nap in the afternoon...for about an hour....then hit the rack about 8 that night.  Pooped. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;..........That makes 2 Fridays in a row for me to be up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;waayyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; later than my body likes.  I gotta allow for fun times though...no time limits on that.&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record....she gets me!  I'd be lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to add plumber to my Beck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;andCall&lt;/span&gt; girl resume'.   The handle on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;downstars&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;toilie&lt;/span&gt; has been wacky for a while now....I finally broke it all the way yesterday.  At least that's what the Mom said.  So...what does an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uberly&lt;/span&gt; skilled B&amp;amp;C do??? Goes to Lowe's and buys a handle.  Yep........I think the Mom was scared.  She kept telling me to call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; to do it.  but, did I?  hell no!!!!  I do have a brain....I'm capable of doing some things I don't normally do.  Hello!!!&lt;br /&gt;I told her if I couldn't fix it, it would only be because I don't have a lot of strength in my hands.  but guess what?? I did it!!!! I did the happy dance and 'woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hoo'd&lt;/span&gt;' myself.&lt;br /&gt;so, take that MOM! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you....the other day when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; gave me an early anniversary present...the bracelet...he also gave me some new smelly.  Well, we call it smelly...you'd probably call it cologne. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;  Love it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And then this morning, before he left for work, he gave me ANOTHER present.  I tell ya...that man is doing some major spoiling on me.  This time it's some more Paint and Spackle!! He loves shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ulta&lt;/span&gt; and has managed to supply me with so much paint......it'll take years for me to use it all up!! Seriously!!!  It's in a black case and if full of gorgeous colors.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;OOO&lt;/span&gt; la-la!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a 'container' person.  I love containers.  Boxes of all shapes and sizes.....is that odd??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hummm&lt;/span&gt;.........don't care.&lt;br /&gt;Paint and boxes.....can't go wrong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;My sweet gal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; and her love, had to call their Grand Canyon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; short.   They were there with # 2 son and his lovely, Alli.  A death in the family.  Sadness.  Such sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;It's raining here today.  That means Dad won't be golfing.  Mom will be relieved b/c she has a 'pain' Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. today and she was afraid it would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; with me picking Dad up.  You know...she's not happy unless s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; got something to worry about.  Well, chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;biskets&lt;/span&gt;....that means she won't be happy today....nothing to worry about.........Oh wait....yes she will....it's raining...that means all her achy spots will be hurting really bad and she'll worry about that.  Thank goodness.........we gotta keep her happy...don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go.......my new paint set is calling me.&lt;br /&gt;Pics of the case..........later.&lt;br /&gt;Happy humping............er....happy hump day!! ;)  &lt;strike&gt; yea, I'm bad like that &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6257372683217777458?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6257372683217777458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6257372683217777458&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6257372683217777458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6257372683217777458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/grape-dumping-on-light-side.html' title='Grape dumping on the light side'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8978082798429367454</id><published>2008-10-20T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:42:48.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sending loves and hugs to Char!!!!</title><content type='html'>I think some of you may read or have read &lt;a href="http://charlene-in-ar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Char&lt;/a&gt;.....She lives in Arkansas and is taking care of her Mom and Dad. Her Dad's really had a time of it lately....and lost his battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Char is made of some really tough stuff.....she's lost 2 husbands and built a house to care for her parental units..........now her precious Dad is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're so inclined, you may want to just pop in there to hand her a little drink or twelve...give her a big ol squeeze....or a slap on the hiney.....just to let her know she's not alone in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bobbies.........you're the bestest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8978082798429367454?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8978082798429367454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8978082798429367454&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8978082798429367454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8978082798429367454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/sending-loves-and-hugs-to-char.html' title='Sending loves and hugs to Char!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8070214449432909103</id><published>2008-10-19T21:08:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T21:38:16.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lighter side of life...:)</title><content type='html'>Guess who made me dinner yesterday????? Uh-huh....Lovee! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!! A big ol fat juicy roast,spuds and carrots... a man in the kitchen..just makes ya feel loved doesn't it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054601646486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvqS-mFtdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Vv1UQ-9QvJE/s320/100_6869.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thought I'd show you the finished product of our kitchen redo...a wee glimpse...it actually started the beginning of the year....but now it's DONE!!! I've got Monkey valences....:)....and on the window seat that Lovee built....old 'red handle' stuff on the walls...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plus other treasures and junk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, the new beadboard Lovee put on the wall and you can see some of the tile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259054320624868114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvqCntUGxI/AAAAAAAAAbI/REWz1pu_IIE/s320/100_6867.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I found this on the table yesterday. Our Anniversary is soon and it just drives him nucking futs to have a gift for me and not give it....ha ha....this wasa Brighton charm bracelet....Oolala....it's got a purse,martini bling glass,ladybug, a 'T' with a heart on the bottom, a teardrop with a dove and peace. Wayyyyyyyyyy cool and groovy! He loves me something awful and I'm the happiest woman around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053999036291698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvpv5sn2nI/AAAAAAAAAbA/HLyzNnHhGNQ/s320/100_6862.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is a closer version....he wrote me a note.....you'll have to squint to read it. ;)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053595205980642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvpYZT-UeI/AAAAAAAAAa4/SfjLT1JSwBE/s320/100_6864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Sunshine gal came over for dinner thursday.....i had to take a picture of her bad self!! Lawdy...she's getting so dang skinny....she's down 30 POUNDS!~~~ Seriously!! Hussy. She's a cutie pie though! ...with big dimples ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259053253201085666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvpEfPpxOI/AAAAAAAAAaw/cmr3pdggst4/s320/100_6855.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to take a pic of her and Lovee too......she's such a Daddy's girl. Hummmmmmm, wonder where she got that??.....ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259052956169077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvozMttBOI/AAAAAAAAAao/m3JH2AwDgfo/s320/100_6860.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank all of you who commented about my Daddy post. Some days are easier ya know....some days just beat me to the ground. It's all good though. I've been at this for about a year and a half and I'm finally coming to terms with it. I'm a slow learner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I wouldn't trade this experience for anything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well............maybe a gieffingnormous bar of Chocolate..............maybe?...with nuts maybe...possibly......lemme think about it for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8070214449432909103?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8070214449432909103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8070214449432909103&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8070214449432909103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8070214449432909103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lighter-side-of-life.html' title='The Lighter side of life...:)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPvqS-mFtdI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/Vv1UQ-9QvJE/s72-c/100_6869.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5644887465607283389</id><published>2008-10-17T06:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T07:14:05.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Daddy story</title><content type='html'>The other day while I was giving my Dad a hair cut he asked me a question.  The following is how that went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not going to buzz your hair b/c it's getting chilly and you'll need a bit of hair covering your head.&lt;br /&gt;D: (chuckling) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, whatever you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;think's&lt;/span&gt; best.  Am I sitting right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: yep...here we go.&lt;br /&gt;minutes pass....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: Sorry Dad, I've got to get this bit of hair out of your ears.( he winced)&lt;br /&gt;D: that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.  Do you do this to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: no, he cuts his own.  I just check it afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh..........( pause )&lt;br /&gt;D: Uh...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;, do you have hair under your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;,( chuckling ) yes, why?&lt;br /&gt;D: You do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: yea, Dad w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;D: well, because I do too.  How do you get rid of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: What? I...uh.......shave.&lt;br /&gt;D: You shave?...do you use and electric shaver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: No, I use a safety razor.  Why are you so interested in underarm hair Dad?&lt;br /&gt;D: Well I noticed all this hair and I don't like it...it bothers me....I don't think it should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Dad.  You're a guy and guys are allowed to have hair under their arms. It's only women who shave.&lt;br /&gt;D: Really? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Why's&lt;/span&gt; that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: It's just the way things are.  Guys can go outside w/o their shirts and they only have to shave their faces.  Women have to wear a shirt, shave their legs and underarms and be more covered up.&lt;br /&gt;D: really? ( looks confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: Yep, that's just the way things are, so you don't need to worry about shaving under your underarms.&lt;br /&gt;D: Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...but it bugs me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: There, we're all finished...does it feel better to get those eyebrows cut too?&lt;br /&gt;D: Yea, now I won't have to push them out of my eyes anymore.  Not an electric shaver but a safety razor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: yep.....but you don't need to do anything.  It's perfectly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for you to keep that hair under your arms.&lt;br /&gt;D: Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but I don't think it should be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: I think Millionaire is on.  Lets go watch it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;D: oh yea....your mother likes that.  Thanks babe.  Is the hair off of me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: yep.....&lt;br /&gt;D: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;...put my necklace back on then you can relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, thanks Dad.&lt;br /&gt;D: you're welcome babe...and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( he's worn a gold necklace for 20 years or so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shuffled off into the den,  sat in his chair and started reading the paper. Again. The subject never came up again.  I however, have been mulling it over and over.....&lt;br /&gt;He no longer sees his leopards and tigers..........but is confused about body hair.  At least he smiled when he talked about his animal friends.  The hair...not so much.  Total confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went upstairs later and saw his can of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;deodorant&lt;/span&gt; sitting on the vanity and got this whole mental picture thing about what probably happened.  I'm thinking when he lifted his arm to spray, for some reason, he noticed the hair and got confused.  He wondered how it got there. And whenever there's a question, ask tt.  She'll know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental decline is hard to watch.  Especially when it's my Dad.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; and I are both Daddy's girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we talk, his most frequently used line is " I just don't understand..............".&lt;br /&gt;Mom doesn't understand a lot anymore either.  Dad will often ask me to read an article in the paper.  Mom wants me to read it outloud so she can hear it too.  She's more blind than him and can't read anything anymore. So, I read.  Afterwards, Dad often says " So, what does that mean?"  We'll discuss it.  He'll ask Mom what she thinks and she'll say" I don't know, my comprehension is really bad."  Dad will mumble something about how his is too, about some&lt;br /&gt;things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my heart hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee thinks it's only a matter of time before they'll want me to stay with them all the time.  That's not an option for me to even think obout right now.  I need to go home at night...be with my Lovee and be able to 'take my pack off'.  I need the down time. I need time to let MY brain absorb everything that went on during the day.  You know how my grape is.....I've got to put things in my graple storage boxes......sort them out....find space for all the nonscence stuff...&lt;br /&gt;One day...........maybe...........but let's hope it's later rather than sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is playing golf today.  It's Friday.  He and his friends...one's 92 and the other is 85...play 9 holes.  No one keeps score anymore.  It's just for fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;Mom gets her hair done while that's going on.&lt;br /&gt;I sit and read magazines...wander around the shopping center....and think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts can take a beating can't they?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, they keep going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5644887465607283389?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5644887465607283389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5644887465607283389&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5644887465607283389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5644887465607283389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/daddy-story.html' title='A Daddy story'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7069361450488888888</id><published>2008-10-15T07:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T07:54:41.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning rambling grape squishers</title><content type='html'>1. I HATE having my picture taken. All I see is my Mom...not me.  and my smile is way crooked. Not to mention I'm a wee bit too fluffy for my eyes to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mom was smiling from ear to ear yesterday.  Why? Because I was back.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; says I'm their security blanket.  Probably so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I had a dream the other night that my Dad died.  In the dream he told my Uncle " If you're hurting this much you might as well be dead"...so he died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Brought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Parentals&lt;/span&gt; up to see the finished tile project....they've been anxious to see it.  That's all they talked about yesterday. Seriously.  That and what's our next project going to be.&lt;br /&gt;Made me tired just thinking about it.  My fingernails are just beginning to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Christmas is almost here.  Have I shopped? No.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pfft&lt;/span&gt;.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tatah's&lt;/span&gt; squished Monday. Yep..........my life is full of fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. People drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;realllly&lt;/span&gt; fast in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I get quiet if I'm out of my comfort zone.  Must not happen very often b/c I just realized this.  I'm how old?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  I'm going to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;greatgrandma&lt;/span&gt; in November! Seriously. # 1 sons-first wife's oldest son is going to be a Daddy.  Yep...I live in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Oklaeffinghoma&lt;/span&gt;.  Life is grand. Really...I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.My back is killing me this morning.  I have Degenerative Disk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Desease&lt;/span&gt;.  Pain pills aren't an option when I'm in the 'Beck and Call Girl" mode.  &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SHITFUCKDAMN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt; It's gonna be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;looooooonnnggggggggggg&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; and her sweetie are going on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vacay&lt;/span&gt; to the Grand Canyon with our #2 son and his lovely, Alli today.  We LOVE the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;GC&lt;/span&gt;!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I went there for our....um.....30 something anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Our 35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary is this month!!!!  The 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;And 'they' said it wouldn't last.  Ha!  Fooled them huh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I don't like this number.,..silly I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Our neighbors to the south........suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I've gotta go.......Dad plays golf on Wednesdays....( I know..how cute is that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Where the heck did R.E.H. go anyway ?  It totally bugs me that he seems to have been swallowed up somewhere.  I hate loose ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;humpty&lt;/span&gt;' day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to think good thoughts.........&lt;br /&gt;it's all good if you wake up on this side of the grass. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7069361450488888888?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7069361450488888888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7069361450488888888&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7069361450488888888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7069361450488888888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/early-morning-rambling-grape-squishers.html' title='Early morning rambling grape squishers'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5406686557727306168</id><published>2008-10-14T06:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T06:47:05.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to Farmer*s wife...</title><content type='html'>Just a thought this morning......something for Farmer*s Wife to try......Yea, I'm like that...I wake up thinking about her. :)&lt;br /&gt;Try &lt;a href="http://www.effen.com/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  You won't regret it....at all!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5406686557727306168?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5406686557727306168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5406686557727306168&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5406686557727306168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5406686557727306168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/shout-out-to-farmers-wife.html' title='Shout out to Farmer*s wife...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4638352705238978980</id><published>2008-10-13T16:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T17:04:48.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For a good time go to.............</title><content type='html'>For the REAL story of our weekend in Chicago, I highly suggest you go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheekmonkeys&lt;/span&gt; blog right &lt;a href="http://mustlovemonkeys.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  She did a fabulous wrap up of our time.  She may be a wee bit biased in her views of things and happenings but...that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M NOT AFRAID!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl weekends are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; ever............especially when you drunk dial this wonderfully fabulous woman &lt;a href="http://hihidi.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, seriously......who's up in the very wee hours of the morning???? ....she is....not because she's waiting for the drunken &lt;strike&gt; Ho-bitches &lt;/strike&gt; ladies to call....but because s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;he's&lt;/span&gt; having a really hard time with her broken ankle.!  That totally sucks!   I heart her something awful !! Seriously!!! ETK  and Monkey are doing some serious stalking on her....Go wish her a speedy recovery and drop her some love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND..........if you go &lt;a href="http://how-rude.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;...to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ETK's&lt;/span&gt; blob..........you can go to her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; account and see ALL the &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;drunkin&lt;/span&gt;-Ho-I'm not afraid-bitch pics &lt;/strike&gt; wonderful pics she took with her fabulous camera. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid..............don't you be!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4638352705238978980?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4638352705238978980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4638352705238978980&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4638352705238978980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4638352705238978980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-good-time-go-to.html' title='For a good time go to.............'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1492875033713234316</id><published>2008-10-13T16:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:42:21.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep...you got that right....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; showing me some love :)  I thought she was asleep...that's what she does when she's in a car after taking an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;antihistamine&lt;/span&gt; don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; know.....but I guess not.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256756605780377970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPPASA46QXI/AAAAAAAAAac/BMhb1xIoTus/s320/100_6695.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1492875033713234316?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1492875033713234316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1492875033713234316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1492875033713234316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1492875033713234316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/yepyou-got-that-right.html' title='Yep...you got that right....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPPASA46QXI/AAAAAAAAAac/BMhb1xIoTus/s72-c/100_6695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-311416422602969413</id><published>2008-10-13T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:39:10.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what???</title><content type='html'>Guess who got carded at the bar????????? Sure as hell wasn't me!!!!!!!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256755925544319954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO_qaz_u9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/uJM5Elb_lvA/s320/100_6637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-311416422602969413?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/311416422602969413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=311416422602969413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/311416422602969413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/311416422602969413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/guess-what.html' title='Guess what???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO_qaz_u9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/uJM5Elb_lvA/s72-c/100_6637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3130682900554960356</id><published>2008-10-13T15:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:34:48.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A few more..... :)</title><content type='html'>We're all set to hit the town!!! Wanna know the best way to get me to change my clothes?  Of course we you do....just say" Are you wearing that?" Yep...that'll do it. :) I did. Thank gawd!!! Aren't they the cutest??!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256749840390378418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO6IN2PU7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/MzramfPFmIM/s320/100_6632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We had fabulous Indian food...after the cab driver dropped us off in BFE!!  We finally fond our destination and let me tell you....Fipps and Mingo were very happy to see each other!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256749583178575970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO55PqKsGI/AAAAAAAAAaE/ZjKE5X095CM/s320/100_6633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;After some liquid refreshments at the restaurant....we found a busy bar ( busy is an understatement!)  Fipps was kind enough to share with Cheekymonkey....he's like that don't cha know.  Aren't they cute...beak to beak..........{[gigglesnort}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256749213828471794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO5jvuPW_I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/hPuakCE7cGk/s320/100_6641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The fab youngins'!!!!!!  This was at the end of our night...somewhere around 2:30 or so!!!!!! SFD!!! This one of the few shots I have that weren't blurry! Can you believe that?? Not sure what happened to my camera ;) Fipps was happy as you can tell.  Doing a bewbie snuggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256748778106333378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO5KYh_KMI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/ke-wotdccQo/s320/100_6646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fortunately a passer-by person...I'm not really remembering that part very clearly.... took our pic.  Friends of CM met us at the bar and we had a terrific time....Ms C and her sister Ms K were a HOOT!!!!!!!! I totally adore them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256748414056090242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO41MVpSoI/AAAAAAAAAZs/QVmhBPknjaA/s320/100_6658.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The whole Fam Damily....the Cheekymonkeys!!!!!!!! WE went to a Punpkin farm....too fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256746081512419298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO2ta75b-I/AAAAAAAAAZk/boibGscK-5Y/s320/100_6691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There's a monkeyboy in there somewhere... my version of 'Where's Waldo'...(gigglin') He had soooo much fun looking for just the right one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745734057497218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO2ZMkMEoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/7AcuG9_GxOo/s320/100_6685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mr. Hottie himself.....that would Mr. Cheekymonkey to ya'll! Looking all buff in the wagon . Can you tell how much fun he was having?? He's a great guy!! Seriously!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256745444564389970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO2IWHp0FI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0wEZPDDFd54/s320/100_6681.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Afterwards we changed our clothes....again........SFD.......I forgot a couple a couple of blouses I was going to take....so I looked a wee bit &lt;strike&gt; matronly and frumpy for the rest of the trip! &lt;/strike&gt; rugged for our dinner and bar hopping trip later on....Oh well....it was still fun.  For real!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3130682900554960356?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3130682900554960356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3130682900554960356&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3130682900554960356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3130682900554960356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-more.html' title='A few more..... :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPO6IN2PU7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/MzramfPFmIM/s72-c/100_6632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3132918605742076164</id><published>2008-10-13T15:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:51:37.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A wee teaser :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;........where to start??!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, the flight up to Chicago was great. No problems at all. Of course I visited a pub in the airport for s bit of liquid &lt;strike&gt;courage &lt;/strike&gt;refreshments....in the form of a double. HA! And then on the plane, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fipps&lt;/span&gt; helped me consume another...what a guy! If you ever have to fly on an Express flight...where there's 1 row of seats on the pilots side and 2 on the co-pilots side....opt for the pilots side!!!  Great place to sit. IMO  of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256742317960357378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPOzSWnKZgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nnQPdNlDLzQ/s320/100_6629.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; has gone to p/u the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; to show them our finished tile project.  They're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;chompin&lt;/span&gt;' at the bit to see it and they're here....gotta go.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More later.........patience peeps! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3132918605742076164?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3132918605742076164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3132918605742076164&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3132918605742076164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3132918605742076164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/wee-teaser.html' title='A wee teaser :)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SPOzSWnKZgI/AAAAAAAAAY8/nnQPdNlDLzQ/s72-c/100_6629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-163026112118765501</id><published>2008-10-12T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:25:55.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>This will be real quick.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; I've got to spend some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; time don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; know!!!&lt;br /&gt;We had a most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;fantabulous&lt;/span&gt; time in Chicago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a proper post later on complete with &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;drunkin&lt;/span&gt; Ho &lt;/strike&gt;pics and stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; pkg from Farmer*s wife!!!!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;-raw!!!!!!!!! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; craving chocolate all the way home today....on the plane no less and we all know they don't carry the really necessary stuff...well...those little bottles are in that category but they should come with chocolate too! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywhoodle&lt;/span&gt;...she sent me a CD of George Strait AND Taylor Swift!!! PLUS............the chocolate bar &lt;strike&gt; which is sitting comfortably in my tummy now&lt;/strike&gt; and a Texas A&amp;amp;M &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;koozy&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Do I feel special??? Hell yes!!!!! I'm on top of the world now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Missed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; something awful!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; and I  had a marvelous time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cheekymonkey&lt;/span&gt; and her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;monkeyboy&lt;/span&gt; and her Babe!!!!!!!!  I already miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SOoooo&lt;/span&gt;, gotta jet.............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; is looking all sexy-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;smokin&lt;/span&gt;-hot and I gotta go get me some of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no place like home!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt; bitches..........I'm not afraid!( new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;mantra&lt;/span&gt; ;))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-163026112118765501?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/163026112118765501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=163026112118765501&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/163026112118765501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/163026112118765501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/home.html' title='Home!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3021729824701408093</id><published>2008-10-09T07:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T07:52:55.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One last grape squeeze...</title><content type='html'>before I head off for my mini &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt; to see &lt;a href="http://how-rude.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://mustlovemonkeys.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cheekeymonkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; did a great job talking about friendship that I think may be of interest to all. If you have the time, go read it. She says it very well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other day, Dad asked me what something was. I looked to see he was holding a Dime.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: what's this? I found it but I can't tell what it is.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dime&lt;/span&gt; Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: A what?&lt;br /&gt;ME: A dime Dad...you know, 10 cents....money...a coin.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: A dime?&lt;br /&gt;Me: yea....it's small and probably hard to see but that's a dime.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh.....a dime?....I knew it was some sort of metal but I couldn't figure out what it was. It's a dime?&lt;br /&gt;ME: yep....want me to put it in your coin purse?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: No....( looking confused ) I'll just put it here on my table &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; I figure out what to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(....made me sad. His tigers and leopards are gone but he's getting more confused on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brighter note. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I went to see a movie Saturday!! Actually, dinner AND a movie. Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt; for us. Date night!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After we finished at the wedding reception, which I forgot my camera!! :(.....we had us some fun. We saw Road to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Rodanthe&lt;/span&gt;. Gracious..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kleenex&lt;/span&gt; was in order about half way through. Everyone was sniffing when we left. If you love romance stories...go see it. But, bring lots of tissues!!!!!! Richard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Gere&lt;/span&gt; is a H.O.T.T.I.E!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still so tickled about my Crock &lt;strike&gt;not a cock &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dianne&lt;/span&gt; ;) &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gary the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Potterman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; is so very talented. I'm thinking everyone may be able to find some gifts for Christmas over there. Be sure and check him out if you haven't already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; know about my trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; right? Did you also know that I don't like to fly? Nope...not one bit. Eons ago, when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I and the kids flew back from Japan ( we were stationed there for 3 years!!) we got all the way to St. Louis w/o any mishap. After our plane took off...maybe 15 to 20 minutes into the flight...the plane hit a wind shear. Seriously!!!!! I was sitting with my &lt;a href="http://runningthroughsunshine.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sunshine gal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; was with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;babyboy&lt;/span&gt;. I remember I had a death grip on the armrests and Sunshine was saying how pretty the lights on the ground looked!!!!!!!!!! &lt;strike&gt;Holy fucking shit was going through my grape &lt;/strike&gt;We were headed for the ground!!!!!!!! Grab your ass and hang on was taking up too much room in the grape! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I yelled our 'I Love yous' to each other. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Moments&lt;/span&gt; later the Hero ....our pilot...got control and we headed on into Tulsa. I've hated to fly ever since. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; won't be with me this time to keep my fears in check...but with the help of those little bottles ;).....I think I'll be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. After all.........I found my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; in this lifetime.....I can find him in another if need be....right? right!!!!!!! He's my rock. I'll miss him awful....but I know us girls will have a blast! I mean, I'm finally getting to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;cheekymonkey&lt;/span&gt;.....who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be excited!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heart my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think about all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; all the time. Wondering what you're doing and how things are in your world....Hoping one day I get to finally meet every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have my LT but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; will so hopefully I can dictate &lt;strike&gt;she's my 'go to' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;galslave&lt;/span&gt; don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; know &lt;/strike&gt;and she will type a quick post to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; how much fun we're having!!!!! woo0&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;blobbies&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3021729824701408093?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3021729824701408093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3021729824701408093&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3021729824701408093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3021729824701408093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-last-grape-squeeze.html' title='One last grape squeeze...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1066006408877207179</id><published>2008-10-08T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:50:13.505-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tile'/><title type='text'>Tile pics....</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I've shown these before....but I thought I'd give ya'll a wee sample of our tile handywork.. :)  this top pic shows the mosaic I did going from the laundry room into the hall way.  We wanted to change the pattern and needed something to let the space do that.   It's groovey!!!!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254978838515018914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1vaVvh7KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZBMZVQlEmqw/s320/100_6592.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This one is the laundry room..That was our starting point and first attempt.  I think we kicked ass!!!!!! Of course the entire project is done now...but I haven't taken those pictures yet. &lt;br /&gt;Am I lazy or what???  (don't answer that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254978540532594194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1vI_q-9hI/AAAAAAAAAYk/kTty1kim6JU/s320/100_6589.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Maybe after I get back from Chicago I can put up the finished product.   I've gotta show the baseboards that Lovee's put in....he worked like a dog to get this all done.  Oh sure, I helped...I mean I DID have knee pads and all............&lt;strike&gt; Monica's not the only one who knows how to use those don't cha know..hahahahahah &lt;/strike&gt; But Lovee, cuz he's all buff and strong like an ox &lt;strike&gt; and still wears a Speedo when he swims!!! yea baby!! &lt;/strike&gt;and multi-talented.....did most of the work.  He's awsome. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-1066006408877207179?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/1066006408877207179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=1066006408877207179&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1066006408877207179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/1066006408877207179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/tile-pics.html' title='Tile pics....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1vaVvh7KI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZBMZVQlEmqw/s72-c/100_6592.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4679659149043751840</id><published>2008-10-08T21:02:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:23:58.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lOVE THAT.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crock'/><title type='text'>Lookie!!! Lookie!!! it's here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Guess what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sittng&lt;/span&gt; on our table when I got home tonight????? Yep!!!!! My package from Gary the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Potterman&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;...........my crock is here. Plus a couple extra tidbits thrown in just because Gary is the greatest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Potterman&lt;/span&gt; in the UNIVERSE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; did the honors of snapping a few pics for me to share. If you'll look out our window there on the right...you'll see the bird sanctuary that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I built...it's hard to see....I'll have to get a better pic of that for sure. Need to take care of our feathered friends too.:)&lt;br /&gt;Of course the first pic is of the box....&lt;strike&gt; duh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tt&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254972483396383298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pobFLMkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FIxnutHtJN4/s320/100_6603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This pic is all about the tape. Seriously....they guy LOVES tape. It took me several minutes to cut through all the tape on the OUTSIDE!! Gary, you got stock in tape??? It always helps if the tongue is sticking out....evidently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pawz0ybI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WexBR-_ZYTw/s1600-h/100_6605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254972248711023026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pawz0ybI/AAAAAAAAAYU/WexBR-_ZYTw/s320/100_6605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yep...still trying to get into the box................I was determined that's for sure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pL_7tKkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wgRzOqBKXcs/s1600-h/100_6606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254971995072571970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pL_7tKkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/wgRzOqBKXcs/s320/100_6606.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dah&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Inside was a note from Gary...awwwww....he's so sweet....&lt;strike&gt; I'm not sure who the fluffy lady is in these pictures...it can't be Moi!!! &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1o62RNUKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xtt9ycf1klk/s1600-h/100_6611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254971700420628642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1o62RNUKI/AAAAAAAAAYE/xtt9ycf1klk/s320/100_6611.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's My Precious!!!! The Beagle on the top is fabulous....just like Penny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254971406491089122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1opvS8eOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/HJPfOtJJqjY/s320/100_6624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my surprises was one of those wee little pots! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Soooo&lt;/span&gt; cute....I'm wondering if toothpicks will fit in there....I'm just thinking about it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't have any....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; had an accident in the garage with ours. &lt;strike&gt;don't ask!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;snickersnort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254970977398584386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1oQwzUdEI/AAAAAAAAAX0/zHJ9WUBhbuI/s320/100_6614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And still another surprise!! Pig on a stick.....er..... Pin in a poke......er.... Pig on a pencil... yea, that's it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt; cute! I did a little '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;'....just for Farmer*s Wife :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254970670771864722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1n-6h0BJI/AAAAAAAAAXs/mJZfG-tSOHU/s320/100_6618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what's in here???? My spoon rest of course!!!!!!!!!!! Only took me 2 or 3 minutes to get that opened. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Geesh&lt;/span&gt;....the man LOVES tape. Were you afraid it would escape from the box???? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;teehee&lt;/span&gt; ;) More tongue action.....I didn't realize I did that so often. Most of the pics &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; took I had my damn tongue out..What's with that????&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; who knows............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254970374022976754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1ntpDXVPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/kJ14Qc1nMfc/s320/100_6620.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254989229708343810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO143L9E-gI/AAAAAAAAAY0/eJLucscd1EU/s320/100_6626.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And viola!!!!!!!!!! The final products!!! Crock with Beagle ,&lt;strike&gt; that would be a cock for Dianne :)&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;spoon rest, wee pot and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;oinker&lt;/span&gt; on a pencil!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;did I make a haul or what???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE THEM..LOVE THEM...........LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Gary..........You rock! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4679659149043751840?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4679659149043751840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4679659149043751840&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4679659149043751840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4679659149043751840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/lookie-lookie-its-here.html' title='Lookie!!! Lookie!!! it&apos;s here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SO1pobFLMkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FIxnutHtJN4/s72-c/100_6603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7824209317000366592</id><published>2008-10-07T16:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:51:50.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing Lovee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mom'/><title type='text'>A rushed post....</title><content type='html'>3 more days and ETk and I will be in Chicago.  I'm so blasted excited I can't focus on anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tile project is 99% finished!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pictures after I return from Chi town.:) I know you're anxious.  I'm waiting on the final special crock from Gary.  You MUST see it completely done! ha  And it's not done untill it's here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anal....I know..what;s new right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad wondered what a piece of metal was doing on his side table...&lt;br /&gt;it was a dime.  He didn't recognize it...even after I told him what it was.  He said it looked like some sort of coin but wasn't sure.  He's still not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna miss my Lovee something awful!!!!!!!! I don't like being away from him...but this was such a special trip that I had to do it.  But I'll miss him terribly!!!!!!!!!!! ( sniff-snif )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my laptop...so naturally Mom needs me...&lt;br /&gt;Go figure...........&lt;br /&gt;tis my life......&lt;br /&gt;gotta go......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so behind in reading everyone....&lt;br /&gt;What;s going on????????&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling left out...and I Hate that!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She becons again.......&lt;br /&gt;I'm outie...&lt;br /&gt;missin' all ya'll.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7824209317000366592?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7824209317000366592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7824209317000366592&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7824209317000366592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7824209317000366592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/rushed-post.html' title='A rushed post....'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2248085214996761185</id><published>2008-10-01T22:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T22:45:04.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save your tatas!!</title><content type='html'>I don't think I have an original thought bone in my body....so I'm going to follow the crowd this time and go &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PINK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got to be mindful of the Big C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in honor if the occasion....I'll share a little something with ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a mamo since I was 34!! Seriously.  That was.....hummm, a long time ago. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I've now got one scheduled for later this month thank.you.very.much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bite the bullet and go get squished.&lt;br /&gt;Better to bite that bullet than one more serious. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schedule your appt...............now please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2248085214996761185?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2248085214996761185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2248085214996761185&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2248085214996761185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2248085214996761185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-your-tatas.html' title='Save your tatas!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6421244210315107878</id><published>2008-10-01T06:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T07:12:31.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ready!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Guess what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My red crock is ready!!!!!!!!!!!! PLUS a spooon rest to match. I can't wait to get them. Should be here next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just over at the &lt;a href="http://grpottersblog3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pottersman's blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see the finished product. He's put a cute little beagle...whom I will always call Penny!! on there and it has dots!! Yea...dots. Red with dots....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's that you say??? Sounds like a Ladybug???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sqeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Yea baby!! You know I have a Ladybug tattoo, sitting on a leaf of a sunflower...on my ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho....to my BFF.....click on the hyperlink...and go see it. If you run through his blog you'll meet the Missus and Spike le cat and Buster and of course Penny. Great family there for sure!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a great day.&lt;br /&gt;The Mom has a physical scheduled for today....But I'm still going to think positive. Last year, during a specific procedure, she screamed out "Jesus"....rather loudly.....so I'm hoping we won't have a repeat of that. Trust me you don't want to know what the procedure was. It's hard enough for me to be in the room with her during that w/o hearing her holler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dryer is buzzin..........&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of a crock..........&lt;br /&gt;it's all good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6421244210315107878?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6421244210315107878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6421244210315107878&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6421244210315107878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6421244210315107878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-ready.html' title='It&apos;s ready!!!!!!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6870268707944170925</id><published>2008-09-30T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T07:54:34.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for today</title><content type='html'>It's Mom's Birthday.....she's 84&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;German Chocolate cake is done!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presents are bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've misplaced my brain and I really miss it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the tile is down.  Just have to finish grouting!!  Thank goodness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rushed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my BFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Bloggie friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is a total wreck......no exageration!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee rocks my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CheekyMonkey went on a surprise trip....her hubby rocks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and I get to serve at a wedding reception this Saturday...should be interesting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the Fair that's in town :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still missing my brain but I'm happy this morning....4 advils and 2 pain pills let me wake up w/o any pain this morning!!!!!!!! ( tilng is HARD on the back and knees!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crock and spoon rest are done....Gary the Potterman says it's fabulous,,I'm anxious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squiddly is off to Cuba for a year!!!!!!!!! yikes!!! Keep him in your thoughts...I miss him and the family!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet..........it's paint and spackle time....woo-hoo...the universe will thank me for that :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6870268707944170925?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6870268707944170925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6870268707944170925&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6870268707944170925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6870268707944170925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/thoughts-for-today.html' title='Thoughts for today'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-14813739544223532</id><published>2008-09-26T06:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:52:36.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haircut'/><title type='text'>It's Friday...woo-hoo we made it..... again</title><content type='html'>2 weeks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.  Only 2 little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; weeks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ETK&lt;/span&gt; and I take Chicago by storm!!!!!!!!  I'll finally get to meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cheekymonkey&lt;/span&gt; and her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monkeykid&lt;/span&gt; and her babe.  I've got bats in my belly just thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think they'll know what hit them?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;snickersnort&lt;/span&gt;...........I don't take anything by storm these days.  I may pass a little wind now and then but that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;roflmao&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!did I really say that??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt; yes you did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;TT&lt;/span&gt;...you're over 50 and can say what the hell you want as long as it's not directed at your parents &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Friday peeps......&lt;br /&gt;.....that means take the Dad to the Club for golf and the Mom for her hair &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. She's getting a perm today...late in the day so I'll get home late.  No biggie.&lt;br /&gt;That's it. ...I think............&lt;br /&gt;Well, I still need to recon for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Denny's&lt;/span&gt; but other than that it should be a nice day.  But then again, I 'll have to explain for the 100&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time to the Dad about this whole financial mess the Banks got us in.....it's a loop every day.  And I'll have to talk to the Mom about why her head itches all the time....And Dad will have me look at one of the sprinkler heads.....again.....and we'll talk about why it's leaking.  He refuses to call anyone to come out and fix it.   I think it keeps his mind busy....which is actually a good thing I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll pull out the laptop again( hopefully) and we'll talk about why people 'blob'. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yep.......My day started about an hour ago and I can tell it's gonna be a full one. Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note: I got my lip and brow rip done last night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ouchie&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! It's a good thing actually, but the surprise is that my 'rip' gal has her beautician in her shop now!!  I got all giddy and excited and booked an appointment for Saturday!! Yep...I did it.  I took it as an omen.  I've been &lt;strike&gt; bitching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;biggly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt; complaining about my last haircut for a month now....go figure....again....and trying to decide if I can trust? her to give me just a wee trim before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt; trip or should I just hold off and hope that I'll still be able to fix it.  I know you gals understand this....right?  Well, the ones who wear their hair long don't have this worry, but the ones with short hair will totally get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Anywhoodle&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;I told 'sherry, about how I &lt;strike&gt; fucking loathe and detest having my hair cut opposite of what I said &lt;/strike&gt; would rather &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; have my hair cut above my ears and that I like it a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;spiky&lt;/span&gt;.....and guess what????  She understood.  She asked questions, fooled with it a bit and told me what she could do.  I'm happy.  For now ;)&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.  I'm eternally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;optimistic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be in my line of work don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cha&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy weekend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-14813739544223532?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/14813739544223532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=14813739544223532&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/14813739544223532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/14813739544223532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-fridaywoo-hoo-we-made-it-again.html' title='It&apos;s Friday...woo-hoo we made it..... again'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6299542204881740006</id><published>2008-09-25T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:55:42.461-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood tests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth axis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Did you feel that???</title><content type='html'>You may have felt...oh...I don't know exactly what to call it....a slight shift in the earths axis??? or perhaps you may have thought you heard a sonic boom??? OR....maybe you just thought things just felt a wee bit off today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell ya...it wasn't your imagination. No-sirree!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;At about 8:45a.m. central standard time, today, Denny's closed their doors!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know!!!!!! I think I'll hear your collective gasps. The audasity of those people. Don't they realize that keeping the parental units happy and content is paramount in my life??? Do they even care? Probably not. But we were just there last Saturday morning. Now, this morning they had a hand written sign on the door saying they will "close at 3 p.m. on Saturday, the 20 of September. Sorry for the inconvenience".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;" what'll we do...what'll we do"..was the mantra the Dad kept chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mom had a fasting blood test this morning for her physical next week ( that'll be another interesting day!!!) and as usual was looking forward to her extra Denny's trip. Needless to say, it caused quite a stir and made for a lot of conversation in the car whilst I looked for another suitable replacement. Conversation is actually a stretch...more like multiple loops. You know Dad....Mr. Loopy ;)&lt;br /&gt;We drove to another Denny's...and ....gasp!!...it had the same sign.&lt;br /&gt;Our waitress, Sharon, had actually told us last Saturday that the owner hasn't been paying the food bills which is why the note on the doors says no credit cards or debit cards. He's been trying to gather enough cash to pay the bills. She mentioned that they would run out of food ( I detest that word...food... btw....but that's another post ) by the afternoon. Guess they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at Village Inn. The same one Lovee and I went to, the 'morning after' our wedding,( almost 35 years ago!!!) before we left town. It was, as the Mom said"ok, but it's not Denny's". I have to agree. The French toast wasn't nearly as good and the parentals said the coffee wasn't very good. They said it was bitter. ( Hummmmm, that's how I've always describe coffee ) My iced tea was good though.&lt;br /&gt;I have to recon the town later on today and see if all the other ones are closed too.&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope not.&lt;br /&gt;They don't like change.&lt;br /&gt;and i want my world to get back to normal..or a semblence there of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: check out IHOP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:5 p.m. and they're still talking about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I need to go to the store.&lt;br /&gt;gotta jet........&lt;br /&gt;I'm outtie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers would be appreciated ;) Saturday is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOS***********&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; can you see me waving my white flag???????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello....&lt;br /&gt;anybody out there from Denny's????&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me cop an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;it won't be pretty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6299542204881740006?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6299542204881740006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6299542204881740006&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6299542204881740006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6299542204881740006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-you-feel-that.html' title='Did you feel that???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5846445914080371803</id><published>2008-09-24T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:57:10.742-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dennys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='irl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grape juice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tile'/><title type='text'>Hump day spackle squishers</title><content type='html'>Man.....stuff was just running through the grape this morning. Guess I better lay off the iced tea for a bit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my queries~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who decides what the 'new' colors for a season are? I heard that purple is the fall color. Dark purple if your skin tone is dark....and light purple if your skin tone is light.&lt;br /&gt;Really?.....why? what if you skin tone is in between? Then what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETK had family visiting her last weekend. That's a good thing but what wh did with her time while they were there was a novel idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;She actually scheduled "me" time. Yep.....just for her to get things done w/o anyone else around!&lt;br /&gt;I never in a million eons thought of doing that. Wouldn't have had the courage or nerve. Kudo's to her I say!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had 'smell-a-vision' on our TV. Some of the things on the Food Netword look soooo scrumpdillyishus and I know they'd smell heavenly. If I could smell it I'd stand a better chance of actually making it. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was woeful the other morning at Dennys. she wondered what they'd do "without our TT".&lt;br /&gt;ETK and I go to Chicago in about 3 weeks. I told her Lovee would take them to Dennys on Saturday and church on Sunday....but she stayed woeful....she knows Lovee is so good to them...but it just won't be the same she said.&lt;br /&gt;Hummmmmm...perhaps this will be a wee bit of time for her to gain a little more perspective? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to HGTV!!&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have smellavision here too! I want to be able to smell the wood being cut and the new paint being put on the walls. It's the last thing I watch before I fall asleep. Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;( hear that gals......I may need to do that in Chi-town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiling is bad for the finger nails! I've just about lost all of mine. I hate...absolutely loathe gloves. So, in the course of scratching off the thinset or grout, I've managed to peel away my nails too. Sometimes that's a big ouchie!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever..........the tile looks great and we're in the home stretch! Yay!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and I got to go to a party last Friday evening. Woo-hoo! A friend from my 'old' place of employment...got married in Vegas and a bunch of us got together to celebrate. Fun times I tell ya. We don't get out very often....so that made it even more fun. My Margarita was especially delish!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a biggie.&lt;br /&gt;I read on Meno's blog that one should never tell ones IRL friends or family about your blog. Of course I realize that's her opinion....but I 've told everyone about mine. I thought it might be a way for them to keep up with my life if they were so inclined. i do realize i censor myself at times b/c I wouldn't want to rant about someone who reads this...but that's a minor thing to me. My urchins, or at least a couple of them do read this as does Lovee....but my friends don't. I think that's curious. Especially my so called "Best Friend". she said she prefers to get her information face to face. of course we hardly ever talk face to face so she never knows what's up. Hummm...guess she's really not that "into me". lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find really interesting is that some of my blog buddies 'get me' more than my IRl friends.&lt;br /&gt;So, of course that leads me to another unanswerable quesion.&lt;br /&gt;If i knew my blog buddies IRL....... would we hang out together....would we still 'get' each other..would our everyday antics become a problem and drive a wedge between our friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious squishers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoodle...............have a great Wednesday..( why is that spelled that way instead of 'windsday')&lt;br /&gt;I know .......who cares! ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5846445914080371803?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5846445914080371803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5846445914080371803&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5846445914080371803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5846445914080371803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/hump-day-spackle-squishers.html' title='Hump day spackle squishers'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5101927879536853062</id><published>2008-09-19T15:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T16:11:49.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I paint and spackle the Karma???</title><content type='html'>So, I was driving to the pharmacy today to get some .....um....&lt;strike&gt; stool softeners &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; and my grape started squishing. All over me it went...I'd even go so far to say I splashed myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma. Yep. That's what splashed through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; grape. I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; last night that maybe I was getting this &lt;strike&gt;ass &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;whoopin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strike&gt;parental experience because I was such a rotten kid when I was younger. Karma was paying me back. We just chuckled and talked about other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, my grape conjured it back up today. Not sure if there's a connection between the '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;' and karma....but there it is.&lt;br /&gt;So, I squished out a few thoughts about when Karma gives back....is it the 'deed' or the 'action ' or is it a combination of offenses...what??? For example, if I cut someone off in traffic and then flip them off...then wish some ill-will on some other equally crazy driver later on in the day; does that count as 3 karma infractions...or just one because it all happened in one day? Does Karma make a distinction with time?&lt;br /&gt;And....here's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nucking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;futs&lt;/span&gt; question. At what age does Karma start anyway? I mean, two year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; do some shitty/funny stuff....and sometimes on purpose too....but they're too young to understand or even know about karma....&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;...that was a bad example...but when does it start? Does karma recognize the legal age in the U.S. when kids are held responsible for their actions?? Is it different in  other countries because legal ages vary?? is that even a factor.  When can a person be held responsible in terms of karma????&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my grape &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;waayyyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;squishie&lt;/span&gt; with this. I could site more examples but I'm dripping grape juice on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my other question. Perhaps I can tie it all together. Probably not though.&lt;br /&gt;How long must I pay all that 'bad karma' back?  Is it even possible to pay it all back before i kick it?? Will, the mom all of a sudden become angelic and say sweet things and make me proud of what I'm doing???? ( Ok, I'm proud ......but frustrated too)&lt;br /&gt;Did that last line just put my bad karma at risk?&lt;br /&gt;I'm stopping............it;s snowballing in my head and I fear an avalanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^*&amp;amp;%^#$#$^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodness!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I have to stop. I'm afraid I'll stain the carpet with all the leakage....and we just had it cleaned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5101927879536853062?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5101927879536853062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5101927879536853062&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5101927879536853062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5101927879536853062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-paint-and-spackle-karma.html' title='Did I paint and spackle the Karma???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-3094518853837208162</id><published>2008-09-17T15:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:06:35.681-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pottery man'/><title type='text'>No Red Crocks???</title><content type='html'>So, I've been all over looking for a red crock.  Yep...just a regular crock for my kitchen.  i have a bunch of red things in my kitchen and I want a new container to put my utensils in.  That's it. Just a red one.  But can I find one?? NO!! I went to Walmart,Kmart,Pier One, Pottery Barn, Kirklands,Hobby Lobby.....no one has a red crock!!! WTF!!?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.........just as I was getting myself all worked up into a lather.....I remembered....Gary!!&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna see if I can get one made!! How cool is that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( please say yes...please :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-3094518853837208162?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/3094518853837208162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=3094518853837208162&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3094518853837208162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/3094518853837208162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-red-crocks.html' title='No Red Crocks???'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8299254144666099428</id><published>2008-09-17T07:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:11:43.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waaaayyyyyyyy  to busy!!</title><content type='html'>Good grief!!! I'm too busy to blog or even read any!!! Not good in my book.  However, the business comes from tiling.  THAT is a good thing!!&lt;br /&gt;The kitchen proper...w/o the eating area is done.  As well as the back splash.  We decided to do that too.  Good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lawdie&lt;/span&gt;....snowballs in September!!! Do all projects snowball?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pfft&lt;/span&gt;.......This weekend...the eating area and the area by the back door should get done.  Cross all your crossables!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The Mom is still good....and still talking about her German Chocolate cake. Of course, she's now talking about going on a diet too.  She LOVES &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oatmeal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Raisen&lt;/span&gt; cookies too. With pecans of course. I bake her a batch about every 6 weeks. She eats two w/ lunch and two after dinner. Dad usually has either Chocolate pie, lemon pie or brownies.  I bake those too! :)&lt;br /&gt;I told her if she'd just cut down on the sweets she could probably get by w/o dieting.  No desserts??????? You'd think I committed some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sacrilege&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously!!!  She said she'd cut down after this batch was gone.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovee and I went down Monday to do their yard.  When we were just about finished, Mom hurt her foot.  She broke it last year...around August.  So, guess what I had to do??  Yep...took her to minor emergency to get xrayed.  Not broken....just strained. Thank the heavens above for that!!!! i asked her if she just wanted to skip the Emergency place and go straight to Denny's ( winkie-wink )....she paused for a few minutes..then said no....that's ok....we'll go there Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her that since they have to get fasting blood tests on Thursday that we'll be going there afterwards. You should have seen her face light up!  So, she'll get a Denny's fix 2 times this week.  It's nice to be in her world sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta jet............&lt;br /&gt;parentals are waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Dad's golf day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get time to read some blogs today.  I'm feeling left out. :( and a wee bit lonely not knowing what's going on with everyone.  I'm missin' on ya something awful!!!!  My world is getting stale....I need some excitement! Well.......Lovee provides quite a bit of that but I won't go there with ya. LOL........TMI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8299254144666099428?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8299254144666099428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8299254144666099428&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8299254144666099428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8299254144666099428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/waaaayyyyyyyy-to-busy.html' title='Waaaayyyyyyyy  to busy!!'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6330281222632491816</id><published>2008-09-13T22:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T22:27:47.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The cure for Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DENNY'S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep....she's fine today...&lt;br /&gt;She was all happy and feeling good this morning, and just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chompin&lt;/span&gt; at the bit to get to Denny's.&lt;br /&gt;Wish it worked that easily for me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; told me something yesterday that I'd forgotten.  Way back in the 60's while on vacation in California...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pismo&lt;/span&gt; Beach to be exact....Mom,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sisterlittle&lt;/span&gt; and I saw a Palmist.( is that how you spell it when someone reads your palm???...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Anywhoodle&lt;/span&gt;....One of the things she told the Mom was that she'd live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she was 84.  Seriously! She mentioned it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I were on vacation this summer.  So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;SL&lt;/span&gt; and I were wondering if perhaps she puts stock in that stuff too..you know how she believes her horoscope stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hummmm&lt;/span&gt;...She turns 84 September 30.&lt;br /&gt;All she wants is a homemade German Chocolate cake.( my specialty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; ;))&lt;br /&gt;She's gonna get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6330281222632491816?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6330281222632491816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6330281222632491816&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6330281222632491816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6330281222632491816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/cure-for-mom.html' title='The cure for Mom'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-6347958056509148655</id><published>2008-09-12T14:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T14:15:55.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>let's stomp on some grapes...shall we??</title><content type='html'>I wonder if when you are in your mid 80's and something goes wrong.....if your thoughts go immediately to death????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think mine would.  That's what I think of whenever the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; feel bad.  I mean...being in your mid 80's is getting up there right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's cranky now.  I guess that helps in some way.  Whatever....I'm going out to &lt;strike&gt; smoke myself into a coma and further my own heart damage &lt;/strike&gt; sit on the front porch and look at the blue sky and puffy clouds and take a few deep breaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-6347958056509148655?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/6347958056509148655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=6347958056509148655&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6347958056509148655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/6347958056509148655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-stomp-on-some-grapesshall-we.html' title='let&apos;s stomp on some grapes...shall we??'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-8598379056983408116</id><published>2008-09-12T13:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:45:58.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Painted grape juice</title><content type='html'>Well, I guess our local paper was waiting for the 'after' stories about 9/11.  The paper was full of them today. Still strange I think.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to try and figure that one out.  Doesn't matter really.  That day has become more about personal connections and feelings.  No matter where you were or what you were doing...or if you knew someone who died that day...or not.....it all affected us in a personal way.  It will always be personal I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was leaving my house this morning, the house phone rang.  I started to ignore it but for some reason decided not to.  Good thing.  It was the Dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: TT this is your Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: Hi, Daddy, what's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Well, your mother isn't feeling too well.  Are you on your way down here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: I was just going out the door when the phone rang.  What's wrong with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: She's not feelong too well and I'm worried.  Should I call EMSA?  Or are you on your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: is she breathing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Oh yea...but she doesn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: Can she talk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: yea, but I don't know what to do.  Are you on your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: AS soon as I'm off the phone with you, I'll be in the car.  Call EMSA if she gets any worse ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Well....( pause )...ok, but hurry.  I don't know what's wrong.  Are you on your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tt: yep....I'm on my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: ok, well hurry coz I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was a wee bit unsettling.  I got here in about 18 minutes.  It usually takes about 28. &lt;br /&gt;Whenever I first get here in the mornings, I always call out, "It's boogers."&lt;br /&gt;To which she always responds, " Ok, boogers."&lt;br /&gt;So, on my way down here I was wondering if I would hear that?&lt;br /&gt;I did.  she was sitting on her &lt;strike&gt; throne &lt;/strike&gt; loveseat relaxing...waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;Dad was in a panicked state.  She had to use her Nitro spray 4 times she said.  She was feeling better..." but your father isn't...he's scared b/c you weren't here...you're his security blanket".&lt;br /&gt;She told him she was doing better and he said he was glad.  she asked him why he panicked and he said," well, who'd stick my finger if you got sick?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, that upset her all over again.  I had to explain to her...for the hundredth time....that he didn't mean anything bad by that....he's got dementia Mom...remember...his brain doesn't function the same as ours....He's afraid to loose you.....&lt;br /&gt;Well, that made her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;She's really not feeling well though.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel a cold sore forming........&lt;strike&gt; shitfuckhelldamn &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-8598379056983408116?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/8598379056983408116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=8598379056983408116&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8598379056983408116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/8598379056983408116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/painted-grape-juice.html' title='Painted grape juice'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-7126259027244637196</id><published>2008-09-11T08:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:32:27.227-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>9/11 and spackle juices</title><content type='html'>Nothing in our local paper today about this remarkable date in our history.&lt;br /&gt;That surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like when JFK was killed....I'll always remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out dudes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dudettes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and lets all get together...put our minds in gear and try and 'will' Ike into oblivion.   He's heading towards my &lt;a href="http://allipas.blogspot.com/"&gt;urchins&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://glasshalffullgal.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farmer*s wife&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;That's a big ol bowl of Chicken Biskets there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoooooo...go away!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-7126259027244637196?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/7126259027244637196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=7126259027244637196&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7126259027244637196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/7126259027244637196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/911-and-spackle-juices.html' title='9/11 and spackle juices'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-4795674050614720194</id><published>2008-09-10T15:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:13:18.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spackling some juice...</title><content type='html'>Just a curious thing, but I'm wondering who's lurking at my blog in Europe???&lt;br /&gt;That little map I have on my sidebar....it's showing someone.&lt;br /&gt;But whom???&lt;br /&gt;I'm just curious by nature.&lt;br /&gt;At one time I would have thought it was R.E.H....that wonderful madman over in Sweden. But we haven't heard from him in months. I'm curious about that too. Where in the Chicken Biskets is he anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mom was curious too. Again I had to explain what a blog is. She's now wondering if it's just for really lonely people who have no friends or "frustrated writers". LOL&lt;br /&gt;She wanted me to read her one so I read her &lt;a href="http://ginnidavis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ginni's.&lt;/a&gt; A View from my Garden, I think is the name. It seemed the most harmless one I could read that wouldn't take so much explanation. lol&lt;br /&gt;Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to give the Dad a manicure today. Thank the heavens I don't have to do a Pedi for him. the Dr. does it. Sunshine girl used to....as a favor to him I think. God Bless her.....Not sure i could have done it. He paid her though and she needed the $$ at the time. Geesh, the things we do for some green!! Sunshine...you got some major Karma points for that i think. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;shitfuckdamn &lt;/strike&gt;I mean chicken biskets! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-4795674050614720194?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/4795674050614720194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=4795674050614720194&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4795674050614720194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/4795674050614720194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/spackling-some-juice.html' title='Spackling some juice...'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-5274853268073893046</id><published>2008-09-10T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:47:05.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny juices</title><content type='html'>He Said, I Said :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . You wear pants don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said to me . . ..... Shall we try swapping positions tonight?&lt;br /&gt;She said . That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. ... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . .....Turn sideways and look in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. ..... Why don't women blink during foreplay?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him .. . They don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him .. . We don't know; it has never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good-looking?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . They already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said...What do you call a woman who knows where her husband is every night?&lt;br /&gt;He said. . . A widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me . .. . Why are married women heavier than single women?&lt;br /&gt;I said to him . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I might put a wee bit of funnystuff here.  Some stupid...some funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy hump day ya'll :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-5274853268073893046?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/5274853268073893046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=5274853268073893046&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5274853268073893046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/5274853268073893046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/funny-juices.html' title='Funny juices'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-2923292416689801073</id><published>2008-09-10T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:42:07.749-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='squiddly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horns'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the grape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ETK'/><title type='text'>A wee  bit O juicey juice ;)</title><content type='html'>Thanks to the O so fabulous ETk...my sidebar has a little ditty to help me remember how many days untill she and I go see Cheekymonkey!!!!  Actually I think ETK told me that Cheeky found the counter thing....but ETK put it on my blog for me...I'm challenged ya know.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mini vacation!!! yay for me!...and us... :) I visited the Chicago area wayyyy back in the 80's when we lived in Indiana.  Even got to go to a game at Wrigley Field. That was wayyyy cool.  It was cold as hell in the nose bleed section but I didn't care.  I love baseball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, what else is on the ol grape today?......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta make a shout out to my Squiddly and his lovely.  Today is their 14th anniversary! Wow...how time flies.  We were stationed at Cherry Point N.C. at the time.  He got married in California.  His Mom flew me out there to be his present.  Seriously! I remember almost every detail of that day. He was so young...it seemed.  I got to finally meet his bride then....Loved her from the start! Talk about a perfect pair. Squeezers to them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parentals seem to be doing really well lately.  Hope I didn't jinx that....not that I'm superstitious or anything...;) I'm just hoping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on the tile job last night.  Our fridge and stove are out of their respective homes at the moment.  Makes for quite a disorganized mess. But that's ok.....sort of matches my grape at times...lol....in fact...walking into the kitchen is like visiting my grape. ha ha ha ...lol....serioulsy.  However, once the tile job is done and everything finds it's home again...so will my grape.  Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain pills are nice aren't they?! I rather like the fuzzy feeling the give me.  Hummmm.....&lt;br /&gt;K..that's it...no more rambles from me today..&lt;br /&gt;I'm boring myself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't go for a walk today cuz I might melt.  Yep, it's raining.  Mom always said I wouldn't melt in the rain cuz sugar melts but'shit' don't t...lol...but I'm sure I've sweetened up since then.&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, at 13 I grew horns and kept them polished to a high gloss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll sit on the porch for a while and soak up some...rain smells. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3169886500661537753-2923292416689801073?l=tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/feeds/2923292416689801073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3169886500661537753&amp;postID=2923292416689801073&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2923292416689801073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3169886500661537753/posts/default/2923292416689801073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tt-paintandspackle.blogspot.com/2008/09/wee-bit-o-juicey-juice.html' title='A wee  bit O juicey juice ;)'/><author><name>tt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14157492410943794052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6FY8mgAKax0/SMHgdaxo_oI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARwc-VRcJ5M/S220/2008_01060002.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3169886500661537753.post-1555263293664104489</id><published>2008-09-09T15:03:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:07:31.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back pain'/><title type='text'>squishin' the grape</title><content type='html'>Thank all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt; for your very kind words about my new blog name.....AND for the really kind words about the picture of me that I put up. I was a wee bit hesitant for a while but I thought well heck...why not...I put other pics of me on this here blog...so...I picked one that I liked of course...w/o my glasses....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I hate wearing glasses....but that's another story. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;-ha-ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;My weekend was completely wacky. I got to read a couple blogs...early Saturday..but after I finished with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; I went and picked up one of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;grandyoungins&lt;/span&gt;. It's been a while since we'd had one of them stay over night...but Lil Miss Savanna said she'd be up to going with me to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; to church and she really wanted to do a sleepover, so we said yes! She didn't bring anything to wear so of course our shopping gene kicked in and off we went....for the next 4 hours! Ugh!!! During that trip we found a craft project to do which took the rest of our day. Lemme tell ya...I'm totally out of practice in dealing with an 8 year old. It's better than when she was younger, but still.......so much energy and so much talking. She wasn't too happy about sleeping by herself...and because of a storm that hit during the night, she didn't have to. Although next time....she can go in the middle of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lovee&lt;/span&gt; and I. I just scooted over and she crawled in next to me. And in case you didn't know...it's not good to be in the middle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, I took her home after church; visited with the X &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;DIL&lt;/span&gt; and her new family and got home in time to head back to Tulsa to take the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; to dinner. Phew....by Monday morning I was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had scheduled a Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. on Friday b/c I haven't been feeling well for quite a while.  he didn't tell me anything I wanted to hear...or expected to hear for that matter. I didn't eat or drink anything in case he needed to do a blood test.  That gave me a headache...and he didn't do the damn test!**chicken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;biscuits&lt;/span&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;anywhoodle&lt;/span&gt;...seems as though my leg pain is actually from my back.  Now, I've had back pain for..oooooh...25 years or so.  I have degenerative disks.  I've always known when my back was acting up before.  This felt different though.  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;xrays&lt;/span&gt; my hips.....they're fine....I knew that....but he swears it's my back.  He's going to schedule an MRI for me.  Great. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;SFD&lt;/span&gt;!!!   In the mean time I've got some new pain pills for when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Advils&lt;/span&gt; don't kick in enough.&lt;br /&gt;Then I talked to him about being so flipping tired all the time.  he says i probably have sleep apnea. What??!!! #$^*&amp;amp;^#%$#%$ really? I'm just not buying that one. He said stress can cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;allot&lt;/span&gt; of physical symptoms....&lt;strike&gt; really? who knew? &lt;/strike&gt; but that was it.  Do I need some sort of drug to help me cope with that maybe??  Evidently not.  He'd hate to get me started on a cycle of pills like that?  &lt;strike&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;whatthefuck&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I'm having a few issues with this whole care-giver-call-girl- profession I have going on...but not wanting to me on a cycle of pills to cope??? &lt;strike&gt; fucking idiot &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent the rest of the day, Monday, in bed.  Headache from hell struck.  Food wouldn't get it to go away. Nothing helped.  Not even those little new pain pills.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Hummmm&lt;/span&gt;.....Clearly I'm about to die I thought.  I was naucous...dizzy...light hurt....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;fitfull&lt;/span&gt; sleep.  But I woke up Tuesday feeling human.  And amazed that I was still alive. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Later on after the fog lifted, I figured it all out.  I had a Migraine!!!  A bleeping migraine!!&lt;br /&gt;Long story short....( you're welcome).....I told the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;parentals&lt;/span&gt; I need to take better care of myself and that each day I was going out walking for a while...I'd be back when I was finished...there would be some days where I couldn't scrub the floors and tubs.....and in general that if I didn't take better care of myself then I couldn't take care of them either.  They were completely understanding and agreed with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Hummm&lt;/span&gt;....for some reason that surprised me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a fear of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;disappointing&lt;/span&gt; people. 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