tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16689213537521227352024-03-04T23:31:33.279-07:00Main Street MemoriesColleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.comBlogger1253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-41823828380227200162023-03-20T22:38:00.001-06:002023-03-20T22:38:38.602-06:00Wanna see what I've been up to ??<p> I always wanted a dollhouse. My dad was a carpenter and was asked by one of his wealthy customers to make a dollhouse for their daughter. I was soo jealous. But I also understood it was his job...it was for work, for pay so we could eat, pay bills and have a simple but happy life. </p><p>But now that I am older than my dad ever was, which makes me so sad for him, I have decided I'm not too old to start my own dollhouse.</p><p> No matter what I do with it, it'll never be as beautiful as what his hands produced, but it'll be mine...and his. This one's for you Daddy❤...and it's just the beginning 🤓</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySU3d9U53mSG9WWnMZR76IA-jKxvK2qgKt8RKNIbs4ixnsi8GVupgeJP9Ylzm1R9KBQfanblgqtISh4voZDQVlPMDwoIehUjXWaMQwGsH-ObWqCzJogeWQyByKNY4Thow0zCAwbfV-uo3RzRbndnUg3Fcz6dvdQ_8eIWt3SH-7lRjv2UED_sUd2E-/s4000/IMG_20230318_170454050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySU3d9U53mSG9WWnMZR76IA-jKxvK2qgKt8RKNIbs4ixnsi8GVupgeJP9Ylzm1R9KBQfanblgqtISh4voZDQVlPMDwoIehUjXWaMQwGsH-ObWqCzJogeWQyByKNY4Thow0zCAwbfV-uo3RzRbndnUg3Fcz6dvdQ_8eIWt3SH-7lRjv2UED_sUd2E-/s320/IMG_20230318_170454050.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Nz1mA4FlXX8gH74j4UbCs6q_NjqnENSP86Vrvyo6Cw8BzgCJqbTX34XnjxD_Z_5DmVI5fsZqspRmXTSZepG146o4wLgxFXzJRp4KE9u3uS-7_eONm7kk3NMo7fQCvKSJPRxc-zwnGQCWRubfCRTfLs0JvAO8QSn11MHnI6PvixjQvOn1mWBpuqC5/s4000/IMG_20230318_171324564.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Nz1mA4FlXX8gH74j4UbCs6q_NjqnENSP86Vrvyo6Cw8BzgCJqbTX34XnjxD_Z_5DmVI5fsZqspRmXTSZepG146o4wLgxFXzJRp4KE9u3uS-7_eONm7kk3NMo7fQCvKSJPRxc-zwnGQCWRubfCRTfLs0JvAO8QSn11MHnI6PvixjQvOn1mWBpuqC5/s320/IMG_20230318_171324564.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZy2Ie9vWJqORrNtU2YHDrPbIHtRoV6xyMHi5e-7Tv4ytCJ2vMW2c4wCWt--P_PvWJKpZE_pT757iBc_8TbvrEG5qwg6mW7l7loFJdOzfTabXzZJ9bc23a9GrcuyoDFGXX7VU2YBi8unxOsFVwNjHLdVUJDWs9H5w9EtMmPtazmNR8iYoD1vNKM8B/s4000/IMG_20230318_171339856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZy2Ie9vWJqORrNtU2YHDrPbIHtRoV6xyMHi5e-7Tv4ytCJ2vMW2c4wCWt--P_PvWJKpZE_pT757iBc_8TbvrEG5qwg6mW7l7loFJdOzfTabXzZJ9bc23a9GrcuyoDFGXX7VU2YBi8unxOsFVwNjHLdVUJDWs9H5w9EtMmPtazmNR8iYoD1vNKM8B/s320/IMG_20230318_171339856.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJJdncuy5th-XOBpXclkYqCCGlDix0UCWBlJtAPLGXV08m0i-EsTCIMZ0IspJHHwe5a1ySNn7y6HUR_zqYPA986t3JqsbMgrXxiS8IfFJzFTQDP5RUhlMrv8kCZq8sg47dpaHuoM39Keb-YzXfit9TuDGhqG5WpumR77pnwyKACk9rlm93VUNgbIr/s4000/IMG_20230318_171348681.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbJJdncuy5th-XOBpXclkYqCCGlDix0UCWBlJtAPLGXV08m0i-EsTCIMZ0IspJHHwe5a1ySNn7y6HUR_zqYPA986t3JqsbMgrXxiS8IfFJzFTQDP5RUhlMrv8kCZq8sg47dpaHuoM39Keb-YzXfit9TuDGhqG5WpumR77pnwyKACk9rlm93VUNgbIr/s320/IMG_20230318_171348681.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZSjgdH2pnmV3H7XU-4VNdPAE-3pphd2La2SY9pOvZSFTxsqyzGQOaPpt-GlfTdRvOoRM5Zj3pXoTv-vs0CtFtYiRWhurOkgoWQevxyY3wuN-RyD2KdX1Q8MjA9Wsvfpmhv2NtxtkxS3iMQAWUw1LDEQ43rt2YP2uIHR_ZvTVEuE2GKnGzQwVEmS0/s4000/IMG_20230318_171401072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizZSjgdH2pnmV3H7XU-4VNdPAE-3pphd2La2SY9pOvZSFTxsqyzGQOaPpt-GlfTdRvOoRM5Zj3pXoTv-vs0CtFtYiRWhurOkgoWQevxyY3wuN-RyD2KdX1Q8MjA9Wsvfpmhv2NtxtkxS3iMQAWUw1LDEQ43rt2YP2uIHR_ZvTVEuE2GKnGzQwVEmS0/s320/IMG_20230318_171401072.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-41722958059055761742023-03-18T22:45:00.003-06:002023-03-18T22:45:27.028-06:00Dreams or Nightmares ?<p> Sometimes it's hard to determine which they are. I know when I have a happy dream..and if I'm awaken, I want to go back to sleep to continue. Butcha can't do that...dammit...</p><p>Some start sort of good-ish but can turn ugly pretty quickly. Those are the ones that stay with you ALL DAY LONG, nagging and making you question why on earth you'd have those thoughts...or why those people didn't include you or left you or why are they being just mean..</p><p>I've had some of both lately. That's one reason I restarted my blog. For me. Trying to figure out what's up in my head ..And maybe to connect with some old bloggers.. Not that they are old. I don't know, maybe there are some old bloggers out there.... I'm getting old. And I'm glad. </p><p>Anyway, even if not one person in the whole world ever sees this, I will have. And maybe, just maybe I will learn something about.....me 🤓</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqYbeDQUQksaSFuS78jI3VJUKFidLD-5S8bLCRgsGNtHPWdiksjOZ7C4S-5FmYM27vh9d-MQ2wrbiZALt72e5tmsKA7sDs6pVvanWFPKWzuCM5arNkzhp9Tnzdg9vVAnmmOJ-1pd080luPmAyVFHGlfwKbo_nKS_9mntsfvqReZr4ao11SBD1CV67/s972/FB_IMG_1671736862466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="972" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDqYbeDQUQksaSFuS78jI3VJUKFidLD-5S8bLCRgsGNtHPWdiksjOZ7C4S-5FmYM27vh9d-MQ2wrbiZALt72e5tmsKA7sDs6pVvanWFPKWzuCM5arNkzhp9Tnzdg9vVAnmmOJ-1pd080luPmAyVFHGlfwKbo_nKS_9mntsfvqReZr4ao11SBD1CV67/s320/FB_IMG_1671736862466.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-42512071978264811192023-03-17T20:53:00.000-06:002023-03-17T20:53:00.781-06:00Happy St. Patrick's Day 2023 ! <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVEEF_GTxal0-5V1GGwKAzYHPc4UbFMzXvIVsTxMw00B0wRkE6wMTMbXir5Qif2hP2arA27yH48rMtV2qpFg_0PTFYD32zfaZ3yhpRy_Nh9S2-FHdK1NWdUl4x6grtu3P4MWMbMI5LKdr4ErA2VviadlFEP_8FMP8pli261IIoESZdHTMlKW6x4Mh/s4000/IMG_20230317_182912047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieVEEF_GTxal0-5V1GGwKAzYHPc4UbFMzXvIVsTxMw00B0wRkE6wMTMbXir5Qif2hP2arA27yH48rMtV2qpFg_0PTFYD32zfaZ3yhpRy_Nh9S2-FHdK1NWdUl4x6grtu3P4MWMbMI5LKdr4ErA2VviadlFEP_8FMP8pli261IIoESZdHTMlKW6x4Mh/s320/IMG_20230317_182912047.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Corned beef and cabbage, homemade hardy bread with Kerry Gold butter from Ireland... looking through photos from our trip to Ireland in 2015...a surprise of a lifetime for me, and actually the same lovely guy provided both..the trip and tonight's delicious dinner. My Randy, my husband, my friend. Oh geeze getting all soapy on this Friday night, huh ? <p></p><p>It was a lovely trip in 2015... Meeting blogger friends in "real time".. finding the friendliness of the Irish is alive and well even in these harsh times....seeing such beauty and actually walking in my ancestor's footsteps, finding my great grandfather's grave...</p><p>Today was rather ordinary. Cooking, cleaning, sitting under the new patio watching the dogs and enjoying the cold, but not snowy day. </p><p>Of course, I miss my Sullivan family. First St. Patrick's day without them. However, I have so many wonderful memories and Emily, Larry's daughter, started sending me cards..seems she had a tradition of sending St. Patrick's day cards to her Dad and now she sends them to me. We all miss Larry...he was the best ! </p><p>Tomorrow we go to Tooele for lunch with Jeff and Christie. Dogs will be on their own. Hope Owen feels better in his tummy ! </p><p>Good night 🌙 from Main Street, USA 🤓</p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-13964880919086744662023-03-15T10:16:00.002-06:002023-03-15T10:16:50.467-06:00Hello...is it me you're looking for ..???<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-kRUs0ghYoeUD-Q9RVDHRU5VNv-XtY1mwOSE0apRPoOJHjLAifbJFran82RKQc6zl0G8UTIrHbvDAd4Qh5kDC9JG58pVxYzDHsP-zsGb0jNESsUcaNkb5wDnecilLu8ChYRolVE-ftd9rYuXkzbBBBSw_tjYFyCA_xRY8TKpGYNygZdTj7BmTC1P/s720/FB_IMG_1678855078202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg-kRUs0ghYoeUD-Q9RVDHRU5VNv-XtY1mwOSE0apRPoOJHjLAifbJFran82RKQc6zl0G8UTIrHbvDAd4Qh5kDC9JG58pVxYzDHsP-zsGb0jNESsUcaNkb5wDnecilLu8ChYRolVE-ftd9rYuXkzbBBBSw_tjYFyCA_xRY8TKpGYNygZdTj7BmTC1P/s320/FB_IMG_1678855078202.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> If it is..here I am ! I am looking for all of you...I need you all back, sharing your life and days with me. I do get lonely and crave the company of friends I have found throughout the years. And oh, what those years have been. And, although I am not alone, ( Mr. B is retired too ) I am lonely for the warmth of your stories, getting a peek into the day to day news for your cottages, your gardens, your farms and your city scapes, your photos and just the everyday conversations with you girls...<p></p><p>So, if you're here..let me know 🤓</p><p><br /></p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-19340673820521051842021-09-27T23:20:00.002-06:002021-09-27T23:20:23.497-06:00Just another manic Monday...<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCwZKHtOfeA/YVKgf-ZPVCI/AAAAAAAGgE4/yginTyxiZaAAsR42dcFLoRvzKmGg064DQCPcBGAsYHg/s640/FB_IMG_1632610771550.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="554" data-original-width="640" height="277" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nCwZKHtOfeA/YVKgf-ZPVCI/AAAAAAAGgE4/yginTyxiZaAAsR42dcFLoRvzKmGg064DQCPcBGAsYHg/s320/FB_IMG_1632610771550.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Well, not as bad as that grandmother is having...but...<p></p><p>Now that we're retired, we have a tendency to stay up late at night, making "first thing in morning" a wee bit later </p><p>So when you have an early ( for me) Dr appointment at 7:30am, you need to set an alarm, take an early shower, dress and try to be presentable, at did I mention commute time ?</p><p>I was nervous about being late so I left at 7am ( we're only like 10 minutes away ) Found the correct building in the maze of a newly remodeled hospital/Dr offices. </p><p>New Dr that I have never seen, and of course I forgot her name when the receptionist asks "What's your Dr's name ?" The receptionist is having trouble finding my appointment. </p><p>She asked the usual questions... name, DOB ...still nothing. She finally looks up and says " it's for the 27th..." I interrupted her and said " it IS the 27th" to which she finishes her sentence and says " 27th of OCTOBER... " </p><p>" OH...hi ! I'm early ! " </p><p><br /></p><p>As I turn to leave she says "see you soon...like in a month.." </p><p>OK...yeah, see you in October...</p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-71352944883729791372021-09-16T22:17:00.000-06:002021-09-16T22:17:29.705-06:00So, yeah...<p> Wow...what a year & a half, am I right ? Seems like everyone wants to get back to " normal "... but I want it better than what it was. I bet most of you do too. So, I think it's up to us, all of us, and it needs to start in the home first.</p><p>I am not forgetting the thousands of souls lost, the thousands of families suffering their losses. My heart hurts for them.</p><p>But I'm thinking about what I can do on a smaller scale. Be more aware of what's around me, in the neighborhood, with the neighbors, with the children passing our front window, walking home from school.</p><p>We were quite well looked after by my son and DIL, neighbors that saw us over the fence and even someone we don't know other than waving at her as she walked her dogs past that same front window each day and came to the door and asked if we were ok... ( I think we're now that " older couple down the street... lol ) </p><p>But Randy and I can do more than we have. Believe it or not, there are even OLDER couples in the 'hood. We need to be their helpers too. </p><p>So maybe we can't do a lot of physical activity, but we can ask a neighbor, young or old, if they need something from the store while we're there. Maybe make some cookies to share with the a neighbor while I'm making some for us. I don't know, donate more of the things I'm decluttering...give a young artist a bunch of painting supplies I no longer use...whatever. </p><p>I want to help. May not have extra money to share and these old bones can't fix your plumbing or pull your weeds, but I do see you and I do care. Let's make normal a show of help and consideration. Let's show the children walking by my window that we're here for them if they need help. Let's make normal better. </p><p>Have a good night 🌙</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIPUN0mYmaE/YUQWkGFxM7I/AAAAAAAGZIc/sRrriZ_awHQtOBmQZIiqoB-xEYbWDLNQACPcBGAsYHg/s676/FB_IMG_1631502654052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="659" data-original-width="676" height="312" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FIPUN0mYmaE/YUQWkGFxM7I/AAAAAAAGZIc/sRrriZ_awHQtOBmQZIiqoB-xEYbWDLNQACPcBGAsYHg/s320/FB_IMG_1631502654052.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-88907371070674498842021-09-15T17:36:00.000-06:002021-09-15T17:36:21.862-06:00<p><span style="font-size: x-large;"> I've always been tired. Not your average "I mowed the lawn, feed the cattle, raised the barn " tired..but even as a kid I remember right after breakfast my Mother telling me to go outside and play. Fresh air and all..</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">And I remember being soooo tired. I just wanted to stay in, go back to bed or at least play with my dolls inside.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">So, I'd usually go out, dragging some sort of stuffed animal with me and sometimes I'd climb in the big tree in the backyard and just watch..the cars going by, the neighbors watering their lawns and sometimes I'd watch my Mother call for me and I'd just watch her looking around the yard wondering where I'd gone off to this time. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">But now I can pull back that memory and I feel the tiredness in my bones...and, as I've gotten older, the guilt for making my Mother worry while I hid from her, giggling, feeling like someone in one of my chapter books by being so clever.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm a couple of weeks short of my 72nd birthday now, and I was tired in my teens, tired when I became a Mom, tired when I joined the workforce, tired when I left the workforce, and I'm tired now. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: x-large;">So no, it's not the pandemic, not the state of the world, not my "active" lifestyle, not my advancing age... I'm just so bloody tired...anyone else ? </span></p>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-79707308442079996682018-01-02T17:05:00.000-07:002018-01-02T17:05:12.260-07:00So...how do you know when oranges are good? I think it's Sooo disappointing when you get a big ol' navel orange thinking it's going to be really sweet aaaand..nope<br />
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If I was in marketing, I would have sampling of the oranges. If I was sure I'd get a sweet one, I'd buy a bag full. But if I don't know...I'm probably not going to buy one, take it home and if it's good, go back...no. I won't. And you? What do you do?? Have I I mentioned that I loooove sweet oranges?Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-45406134219454701172016-08-31T18:53:00.001-06:002016-08-31T18:53:25.309-06:00So much to say..so much has happened..from very good to very bad...2015 was a pretty rough year and I couldn't be happier to say good bye it on January 1st...<br />
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We lost our beautiful daughter-in-law, Rachael,in November. Depression + pain pills + alcohol = death at a young age. She and our son Jeff had been married a little over 8 years. They found they couldn't have children which only added to her PTSD from a sexual assault a few years prior to her meeting Jeff. She had demons none of us could help her with. I ever in the world imagined having to comfort my son in loosing his wife. We weren't entirely sure he'd made it to the other side. But, with love and support, and sheer strength we didn't know he possessed, he has and has found his "new normal"<br />
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We lost Braxton, our sweet old man of 15, after many arduous months of him loosing the use of his back legs and us trying acupuncture, doggie wheel chairs, a stroller and pain meds to no avail. We knew we had to let him go..and we miss him each and every day..Lulu is still calling all the shots around here and because she is not "other dog friendly", we have decided to let her live out the rest of her senior years alone with us all to herself. She is a sweetheart you know...<br />
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Our great grandson, Oliver celebrated his first birthday.. MrB and I fulfilled our dream of going to Ireland,,, it was the trip I never expected but always wished for. And, it was everything we had hoped for with the exception of it being only a week and not a month!<br />
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We took a few great camping trips in Gracie, our home made trailer. I've started painting again. Got 2 knees replaced..well that was silly..I only have 2..guess I should have said BOTH knees ...<br />
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Fell into the trap of FaceBook, Instagram, Pinerest, YouTube and all sorts of time stealers.<br />
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And that in a nutshell is why I've been gone ...but I did miss blogging. So, here I am again. I look forward to catching up with all of you ..<br />
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Oh, I'll still enjoy FB, Instagram and YouTube...but I will be here, my first "social media" love<br />
-meColleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-60180991475094117112016-08-30T10:50:00.002-06:002016-08-30T10:50:29.756-06:00I don't even know if this works anymore, but.....I wanted to go back, reminisce, look at what was my passion for so long. Blogging. Before FaceBook....before Instagram... chat, messenger..<br />
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And I realized I miss blogging. Using more than just a few words to convey my day, my feelings, my life.<br />
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So..what have I been up to? Getting older, which is " a privilege denied to many" so that's not really so bad. What is bad is what I can do in my head but cannot do with my body.<br />
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Like Zumba, Walking long distances. Kneeling. Being able to make a fist..or ...<br />
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Complain, complain, complain! That's another thing..I complain. Geesh..as they say, getting older is not for sissies..<br />
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<br />Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-23535064062036643962014-09-05T21:06:00.000-06:002014-09-06T00:06:53.815-06:00Hi there.....Guess what?? <br />
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I'm retired! Yep..I did it ! And I am a happy camper for sure..and speaking about campers..<br />
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Come on..guess again...<br />
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Gracie's finished! <br />
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Well, almost. But enough to take her out to the woods with Braxton & Lulu !<br />
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See?<br />
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Cute song..maybe with knowing all the words..and cute visuals..warm woolen mittens.." ..wrapped around a cuppa good hot chocolate, right? Mmm..<br />
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and "whiskers on kittens.." bright eyes and pink noses and all too cute with extremely long whiskers.. cute little mice with whiskers...bunnies..adorable.. <3 p=""><br />
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Well, lemme tell you..whiskers may be too too cute on kittens..but not so much on my chinny-chin-chuin...<br />
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And the "no-see-ums"? The ones you KNOW are 3 inches long..and stiff and ugly. But when you look in the 10X's magnifying mirror (who invented these anyway? Cruel..just cruel) you cannot see ANYthing? You put the mirror down..feel your chin and THERE. IT. IS. AGAIN!<br />
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Dammit.<br />
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When and <i>if</i> you are lucky enough to blindly grab on to it with the mostly useless tweezers..the thing is like7 inches long and..black!<br />
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What the..??<br />
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Why didn't I see it? Why is the hair in my eyebrows getting thinner and and migrating to my chin? When is this atrocity happening? When I sleep?<br />
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Oh bother...maybe I'll just call myself a kitten and be done with it...<br />
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ps...I may need to shave my legs what with summer coming...<br />
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<br /></3></b></blockquote></strike>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-67982948255581738652014-03-20T15:11:00.005-06:002014-03-20T20:05:24.163-06:00They say "timing is everything..." OK. so you all probably know I work as a "Paternity DNA Consultant" which sounds all smart & professional, right? Well..truth be known, it's a call center with 18 other "Paternity DNA Consultants" with varying ages, genders and customer service experience. All informing, in true "Maury" style..."you are NOT the father".<br />
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Getting paid for telling women what they <em>already</em> know..<br />
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But one thing we all have in common is the need to...um...pee. And being in a call center, "stats" are very important. So important they can cause you loose your job or be promoted..if one would want to be promoted to "Chief Caller-Person"..<br />
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We are allowed 5 minutes of "personal" time per day to do ..well..anything one can do in 5 minutes..like, let's say..pee.<br />
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Now, that 5 minutes is on top of the 30 minute unpaid lunch and the 2 - 15-minute paid breaks. <br />
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However, I have never been know to "go on command" if you know what I mean. Random drug tests take me well over a hour to finally give them enough to "randomly" test me..sometimes even more..<br />
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So to tell my pea-sized bladder { note the play on words here? } that I <em>can</em> go at 10am then at 12pm then at 2:45pm is about as useless as the letter "L" in the word "yeah" ...<br />
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Now, I can understand rules are made because some bimbo before me used her "Personal time " to run /drive to the the 7-11 for a taco... or 6..<br />
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So, to benefit the others here who do not have "medical" reason for peeing..I timed myself - walking at a brisk pace through the LONG hall..into the unoccupied stall.. (if I'm lucky to find one) ...do my <em>whatever</em>..quickly..then wash hands to the tune of "Happy Birthday" as recommended by the US Dept of Health..walk briskly back to my seat..plug in and take my next call..<br />
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so.... if the need is for 2 trips..I'm already in the negative..3.38 + 3.38 = 6.76<br />
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...remembering the limit is 5.0 per day...see where this is <em>going</em>? {yet another clever pun..}<br />
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Also, remembering I have a dislike of all things mathematical..think of things like weight..age..credit score..mortgage payments...alarm clocks..all have to do with math..<br />
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I find this all too much. Do I need to depend on Depends ? {there I go again! Ah.. I crack me up..} do I take the chance of being accused of excessive-personal-time-infringements?<br />
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Can you imagine if I got fired for that?<br />
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Unemployment person: "So, why were you fired?"<br />
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Me: " Excessive Urination?" .."Not running a 4-min mile to the restroom?"... "I'm bladdely impaired?"<br />
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I DO NOT think I can hold it that long....<br />
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Well anyway. There are times when I look in the mirror and think I don't really look my age and am really surprised when I tell people I'm going to be a great-grandmother<br />
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I expect an audible <i>gasp</i>..rarely do I get one anymore.<br />
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Yet, when I think of people and how they looked when I was young-er ..I think about 65 year old women looking like, well Aunt Bea from Mayberry..<br />
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Or Aunt Jemima from... pancakes..<br />
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Thing is...Aunt Bea was 61 when she lived in Mayberry. SIXTY-ONE!<br />
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I have no idea how old Aunt Jemima was....<br />
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So..look in that mirror and smile..head's up, and know we are getting better and better....as well as older and older.<br />
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Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-65797771539389961272014-02-04T13:24:00.002-07:002014-02-04T20:40:53.391-07:00Well...here we are. And only 247 days until Monday October 06 2014... a Monday.. 8 months and 5 days from today.....or 174 WORK days until....I retire. At 65.<br />
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I am sooo looking forward to that. I work with younger women....uh..girls. Like, my granddaughter's age..<br />
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One said "Oh lucky you!" <br />
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Well..I <i>have </i>worked since I was 15. Even after the babies came..I worked nights and was with them in the daytime.<br />
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"Lucky"? Nah..I worked for this..no luck involved. Talk to me when you're as old as I am about luck.<br />
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Guess you <i>could</i> say that I was "lucky" to have found employment. And I have had good (and bad) jobs for a person who only went through high school. No time or money for college if you had a baby on your hip..<br />
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At least not for me. <br />
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That baby? She went to college AFTER her kids were all born, half grown and her oldest was in college.<br />
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She has an MBA and I couldn't be more proud.<br />
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So I think down deep, I really didn't want to go to college - otherwise I would have. Right??<br />
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Anyway...back to retirement. The girls at work asked "what will you do?"<br />
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<i>Not</i> work. Outside the home. <br />
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I really want to be a housewife when I grow up. Really.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">I want to cook dinner every night. Do laundry a little at a time {versus all of it on Saturday} Iron his shirts.</span><br />
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I've had the jobs where I flew to almost every state, worked 65-80 hours a week..uprooted my kids from schools because " <i>Mrs. Fields wants hubby and I in St. Louis because it's a troubled market"...</i><br />
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Then I got sick. Really really sick. And for the first time, I had time off! A whole year! Course, it was to visit "cancer land" ..but I got a small taste of not having a boss. Cooking. Cleaning. Crafting. OK..chemo... bummer..<br />
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And I got better..I was<i> blessed.</i>.not lucky..for that. <br />
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And back to work I went and have been there ever since.<br />
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I'm ready to retire. To paint. To read.<br />
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To <i>bake </i> him cupcakes on his birthday..<br />
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So, girls..I'll miss you.<br />
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But I'll not miss leaving our little home each day. Or our little dogs. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">LIKE:"mock" turtle neck shirt I have on. Hides the "not-so-mock" turkey-waddle neck I do have..but it also makes me appear to NOT have a neck at all..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Like: long pants in the summer...ugly "veryclose" vein removal scars and knee surgery scar..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Like: glasses..both indoor and out..covering my light-sensitive-far farsightedness-light colored eyes...</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><i>"Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes don't see as well and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. "But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand" The Velveteen Rabbit....</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So, the only thing that is left left are my original and still shapely ear-lobes..my hair which I noticed by looking back at photos has not changed (except in which hair color I am using ) since the 70's...</span><br />
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Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-88666412195460523982014-01-16T10:37:00.001-07:002014-01-16T10:37:03.549-07:00Hello Blog....<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">..I have missed you. I have been ..well...distracted. FaceBook..Pinterest..work..you know..the normal stuff that gets in the way of, well..sitting down and putting my thoughts down here.</span><br />
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We have a new toilet in the 3rd stall by the wall..and it really flushes! Like..<em>SWOOOOSH..</em><br />
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Which as is really good thing 'cos for a while we had to do the whole "hold-the-handle-down-jiggle-the-flusher" thingy..<br />
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And some people get anxious waiting..waiting..so the leave...<br />
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Anyway..I'm off track. So I'm enjoying the new potty, not only for it's tremendous swooshing-power, but because it's a little higher ..and I can swing my feet. Doesn't take much I guess, huh?<br />
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So, while sitting and swinging..I look up at the only window in the room, in stall 3.. at the end of the wall..<br />
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And I think..."If I need to escape, I can <em>probably </em>fit through the window..maybe. It is a little high..and looks to be.. thick..<br />
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<em>"So what do they use to break the window to escape the murderer"</em> I asks me-self..<br />
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Looking around all I see is the toilet brush..to thin..then the icky-plunger-thingy..not strong enough.<br />
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PS..this has nothing to do with this blog, but I kinda like it..wonder <em>.."is it available on Kindle??"</em>Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-11062934924641251842013-02-12T11:32:00.000-07:002013-02-12T11:32:12.256-07:00Bathroom thoughts..by MeSo, that title is probably misleading..but not really. As I ..um..think in the "library", I have some very random thoughts... {surprise, surprise right?}<br />
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So, you know how in the movies where the bad guys are looking for people in the bathrooms, they look for feet on the floor, so the good guy stands on the toilet rim and hides? Successfully?<br />
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Then..I am as wide as the door {insert sad sad face here} so I'd not only have to stoop, but turn sideways so they couldn't see me in the spaces on the either side of the door..<br />
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-meColleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-16095410325557237862013-02-06T12:06:00.000-07:002013-02-06T12:06:43.691-07:00..and now for some GOOD NEWS!!Sister Gerri of the <em>Arizona Order of the SullivanSisters</em> {a non-religious order of "sisters"} is getting married..you heard right..married!<br />
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After a long lifetime of not finding "Mr. Right"..she finally found him and his last name is not "Right" at all but "Riley"..{ the Mr. is the same though...}<br />
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Ah yes..a fine Irish name..and a fine find for Gerri who but almost gave up on the idea of finding him, when all the time, he was in her very neighborhood..<br />
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His wife had passed, Gerri had moved back from Arivaca after our brother passed..and it was just in the stars..to meet again after actually being neighbors a long time ago {the kind of neighbors where you have the same horse shoe-er (farrier) and a tip of the hat as one passed on the street}<br />
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Well, a few BBQ's and early morning horse rides later, he asked her for her hand in marriage...<br />
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Pretty amazing..he's in the "just-past-prime" of his life..a young 75..and she's an amazingly young 68.<br />
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Second chances..new chapters..great book..fun read!<br />
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So, Mr. B and I are going on a road trip to the wedding, being held in his back yard, with family & friends & horses & dogs & Irish food..and of course, Irish drinks..what would you expect when the date of the wedding is St. Patrick's Day!?<br />
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As the youngest of the SullivanSisters..a little fact that I remind them of almost daily, it does my heart good to know she will be spending the rest of her life with one she loves and he with his love..and they will ride in the mornings as long as the good Lord sees fit..and their legacy of "dreams do come true..in time" will resonate with their combined children and grandchildren.<br />
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Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-4421991640425963962013-02-04T10:32:00.000-07:002013-02-04T10:40:54.018-07:00I'm thinking...In my opinion, Joan Crawford was wrong.<br />
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Wire hangers DO have their place. I love my wire hangers and use them for good...not <em><strong>evil</strong></em>. Like opening a locked car door {<em>if</em> the car is mine..uh huh..} and fishing out wadded up TP before the "great flood"...bending for cute paper mache animals..<em>and</em> hanging clothes.<br />
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We live in an old-er home..and I say old-er because it was born { built } the same time I was. And people must not have had very many clothes then...I know I didn't....and/or they must have been shorter..again, as was I.<br />
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Take the closets...small...not deep..not wide..one shelf above the wooden rod. Not even enough room to "re-do".<br />
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And, I'm pretty sure Joan didn't have plastic hangers, so I'm thinking she was thinking "wood" but I think I can't really say with any certainty <em>what </em>she was thinking..I think, don't you?<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Seriously. I received 2 emails from 2 very far apart places, from 2 people who don't know each other..but both know me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Both of them inquiring on my state of well being. Both sweeties who were concerned because they have noticed my absence from any communications for almost a year. What are the odds? </span><br />
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And am I lucky or what? To have wonderful "friends" from all over not only thinking about me but taking time out of their very busy lives to ask about mine?<br />
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Youbetcha!<br />
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So, yeah..lots of things..some good..some not so good..mostly good..some <span style="font-size: large;">super</span> good..some crummy..but mostly good..<br />
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Way too much to get into one post..so just so you know..I'm back.<br />
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Maybe not as often as before {darn Pinterest and FaceBook!}..but back.<br />
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So..have a fun week-end and get some rest and eat your veggies, floss, brush & wash and, know that I love and appreciate each & every one of you!<br />
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XXOO<br />
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Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-49759726269999116592012-04-11T07:20:00.001-06:002012-04-11T07:20:32.654-06:00Didn't know if you knew this, but.....the Universe sends me messages. Well, actually, the Universe sends everyone messages, but mine come by email.<br />
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Because sometimes, when they use the normal way of communicating, I don't hear..or listen..or take the time.<br />
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So, being that the Universe is really totally smart, the Universe decided that since I practically live on the computer..well, not so much "on" as in on-top-of, but as in work and work and Pinterest, and Facebook and did I mention work? ..that the best way to get to me is via email.<br />
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So, today I get this:<br />
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<em>As you know, Colleen, for those already within time and space, their
lives are usually all about finding love and making money.<br /><br />Yet not so
long ago, while awaiting their first turn, Colleen, breathing would have been
enough. <br /><br />So much air, so little time .<br /> The Universe</em><br />
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Yep...so much air..and time is, well, very valuable for us all. <br />
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I have decided to take a hiatus from blogging for a while..to breathe..to rest my eyes..and to enjoy Spring. and maybe summer as well..<br />
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So, I am leaving you with this update:<br />
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1. My blue-uglies have been corralled once again and are pouting in the corner of my mind. I will leave them there to think about their behavior and act like grown-ups.<br />
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2. I have secured employment, albeit possible temporary, and all is good. Benefits have transferred over and the cut in pay is doable. And I like the new place. I am working half time at the old while their transition takes place and half time and a "sister" company until I am able to give them full time.<br />
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3. Gracie (our trailer) has been reduced to her bare frame..well..almost. Mr. B admitted she is probably going to be more work that previously thought. However, we both agree she's totally worth it.<br />
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4. Daughter graduates with her Masters on May 5th on Colorado - this is the one who didn't even go back to school until her first was in college and all the time held a full time job and had 2 other children still at home. To say I am proud is a massive understatement..<br />
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5. I admittedly enjoy Pinterest..it's like a magazine that I don;t have to think too much about or read all the articles..so you will see me there often. It's my guilty-non-thinking-mind-numbing pleasure.<br />
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I love you guys. I really do, And I will be keeping up on you and sneaking around your blogs..may not comment, but know I will be there..<br />
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"Boy, have they got me pegged.."...<br />
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I'll be seeing you. I'll be back. I thank you all for caring and..<br />
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I love you.<br />
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-me<br />
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<br />Colleen - the AmAzINg Mrs. Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06230264141748182037noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1668921353752122735.post-69365628959653646952012-03-21T10:36:00.000-06:002012-03-21T10:41:02.636-06:00I apologize..I've been gone a while..no notice..no reason..no word. And not even a note to those who've expressed concern..and that's just plain bad form. I apologize.<br />
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Seems I've been caught up in:<br />
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1. Clinical depression. Yep, my family is prone to this..but this is the longest I can remember having the "blue uglies"..I've really not been the same since my brother's death..never thought it would happen, I guess. All that Irish humor and heart..<br />
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2. Mr. B and I purchased a 1958 vintage Santa Fe travel trailer that we {he} is restoring..oh, I'll make pretties, but he's doing all the gutting and remodeling..yay us!<br />
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3. I, at the age of 62.5, will be job hunting as we are being laid off in 53 days..awesome..as in crappy..<br />
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4. Have had vein surgery in both legs so hopefully, no more pain..yay me! {if you are thinking about doing this and they tell you it's not worse than getting a tooth pulled..tell them they need another dentist. I have a high threshold of pain and it was not nice..but it will be :-)<br />
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5. Have missed a month of Zumba {see #4} so that could be in part the reason for #1..<br />
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6. Have pretty much lost interest in my crafting, blogging, TV watching and visiting..but still love Pinterest. {all those "pins" I will never do..but, if I do..then I'll know where I put them..}<br />
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7. Have had cravings for drinks and desserts...but I don't drink. soooooo...<br />
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8. Sushi died. I said a little prayer for his next journey and..flushed. <br />
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9. I've missed you all terribly and am ashamed at myself for not getting back with you . <br />
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