tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19118975416818938242024-03-12T16:42:15.590-07:00Sissy Unpluggedsldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-16430091707001091672011-06-21T19:48:00.000-07:002011-06-21T19:48:31.831-07:00guess who's back...<div><br />
</div>I can't believe it's been 6 months since my last blog. I've totes fallen off the face of the blog earth and I wish I had a great story about where I've been but...I don't.<div><br />
</div><div>I'll catch you up anyway...</div><div><br />
</div><div>End of December/Beginning of January:</div><div><br />
</div><div>I had the mumps.</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I went to New Orleans without my wallet to run a half marathon I didn't train for...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGLApO2QB7jheMgm1wv8k87bjZLoz9YfVLzDdKUZzs6Y7AtpiXnxUaj4PenZCcKZBml7e7UFO4pf3xkINs1FKc5kmuhIjACEoQpysFk9ZywhVvdhTDTQw83OjW9hPtLY9FfsE-G0W1-7lv/s1600/IMG_1134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGLApO2QB7jheMgm1wv8k87bjZLoz9YfVLzDdKUZzs6Y7AtpiXnxUaj4PenZCcKZBml7e7UFO4pf3xkINs1FKc5kmuhIjACEoQpysFk9ZywhVvdhTDTQw83OjW9hPtLY9FfsE-G0W1-7lv/s200/IMG_1134.JPG" width="150" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddoDyoXLRNOjyRvmRCzeQyBGmgXtrknkcWiXASo7odmoZz86p6kpcbpVcRxL0ueWbc1JLRFwtnT9ySJw90NC9rci4_Z5qYfITR7X0K_oTacdoKEdRL4u5EMDDgVMPUgi7MYjYEtxkqlKI/s1600/IMG_1087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhddoDyoXLRNOjyRvmRCzeQyBGmgXtrknkcWiXASo7odmoZz86p6kpcbpVcRxL0ueWbc1JLRFwtnT9ySJw90NC9rci4_Z5qYfITR7X0K_oTacdoKEdRL4u5EMDDgVMPUgi7MYjYEtxkqlKI/s200/IMG_1087.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div>I spent a lot of time at Suggins, in fact, the manager asked if I was paying rent...</div><div><br />
</div><div>In March:</div><div><br />
</div><div>OHHHHHHHHHHHH C-A-T-S....CATS CATS CATS!!!! March Madness!! I thought it was our year. Every game I threw on my jorts and cracked open a can of four loko....and watched the Cats lose in the final four.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gLLQpJEW3nDHuMsUSt-ICdaPQ6sEC_V8k3RIMCTD5aYxLg5aipBNcn_V2i0GDuf3acSbjdayFqEISo8I6tLPqMc8Pc0IxO3qgZ5sOsfZKdAd9elVADqzIcg5kaROjcdAcLt-O7pULAy5/s1600/IMG_1275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gLLQpJEW3nDHuMsUSt-ICdaPQ6sEC_V8k3RIMCTD5aYxLg5aipBNcn_V2i0GDuf3acSbjdayFqEISo8I6tLPqMc8Pc0IxO3qgZ5sOsfZKdAd9elVADqzIcg5kaROjcdAcLt-O7pULAy5/s320/IMG_1275.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I also spent a lot of time at the Tulip and Suggins...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pt5cVx2qSXSrm_cRa07mIq6Js-0cuGancLvSwqgwuJh62V_KZ-LrIAznndG5OTyoeY3UGXubSvd3cE5-Cfcrh2JwkFZGRtccNFpaRpe0ClrafnjCTB1BdkF3ZwyV_Ipe8BasnVOT50Z-/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pt5cVx2qSXSrm_cRa07mIq6Js-0cuGancLvSwqgwuJh62V_KZ-LrIAznndG5OTyoeY3UGXubSvd3cE5-Cfcrh2JwkFZGRtccNFpaRpe0ClrafnjCTB1BdkF3ZwyV_Ipe8BasnVOT50Z-/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In April:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I spent some time at Keeneland...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5BADJPlqY2XfCavOREyN7SrfkOvczHmEQZ1zjYg5QWyHeSMuVLc_H4GJ9FVkN7bkB6d9bf82jEbJ34Xgf4Jq0j6sccKfDeMMgSNWbg_a2Lls0yaTMu_99xBNZ9uCR8hOY6XV7idWaOIr2/s1600/IMG_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5BADJPlqY2XfCavOREyN7SrfkOvczHmEQZ1zjYg5QWyHeSMuVLc_H4GJ9FVkN7bkB6d9bf82jEbJ34Xgf4Jq0j6sccKfDeMMgSNWbg_a2Lls0yaTMu_99xBNZ9uCR8hOY6XV7idWaOIr2/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">and some time at the chinoe pub...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pgj8E-HN6fo01hJ2EYZ85QqfCscZgavZaRmlYITxb7wHgaDDlhhjJayVD6layBmYdAE-PXND-oQQXCWcBv_M8wemo0hhkN_9GZTfxGsMu4w4eOFP43XlIEQUT4gDn6Wq_6_ZXWWiWl00/s1600/IMG_1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8pgj8E-HN6fo01hJ2EYZ85QqfCscZgavZaRmlYITxb7wHgaDDlhhjJayVD6layBmYdAE-PXND-oQQXCWcBv_M8wemo0hhkN_9GZTfxGsMu4w4eOFP43XlIEQUT4gDn6Wq_6_ZXWWiWl00/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I thought I had bed bugs from a hotel in Ohio...just kiddin'...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I picked the Derby winner....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6v7767gCXDUo7FFlpG1efNcS763sGDzyGxcfuuUwAP_YxonrVYWmh0le0nTYqFSiCdxMMzlKVGMV-CrMfiUAwtBXvDqswW9hI9xVLpQNu5IQ6UzSY2efY-uqGxYzBARQcJfBhZi2jJfK/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG6v7767gCXDUo7FFlpG1efNcS763sGDzyGxcfuuUwAP_YxonrVYWmh0le0nTYqFSiCdxMMzlKVGMV-CrMfiUAwtBXvDqswW9hI9xVLpQNu5IQ6UzSY2efY-uqGxYzBARQcJfBhZi2jJfK/s320/IMG_1416.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I celebrated my birthday...a couple of times...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jU3QEVq88FVwILuQ_ZMI2IwW9HbXwbJeIEvlj0MnrFABOr9HzYRqnuX2GXitqS-DkdA2ZNDtjtFZ4fYjaOeysSn4olg1WMjEmDZ-TxqqRQMxzm5jBeYmjepP6wrJ2mjvCi3idfdkhEuf/s1600/IMG_1473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_jU3QEVq88FVwILuQ_ZMI2IwW9HbXwbJeIEvlj0MnrFABOr9HzYRqnuX2GXitqS-DkdA2ZNDtjtFZ4fYjaOeysSn4olg1WMjEmDZ-TxqqRQMxzm5jBeYmjepP6wrJ2mjvCi3idfdkhEuf/s320/IMG_1473.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I had a kidney infection, I haven't read a book/month like I had planned, I don't run as much as I should, I go out too much, the kayaker is still missing and I'm coming to terms with the fact I will not be spending my entire summer in Northern Michigan. If you know me, you know how hard it is for me to say that...BUT I'm going this weekend and I can't wait to get up there!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So....that about sums up the last 6 months of my life...in one little blog post. I hope it's not another 6 months until the next one!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-71548118803259377602010-12-27T19:32:00.000-08:002010-12-27T19:32:14.410-08:00not so close...I went to see the movie Black Swan yesterday afternoon. While I was at the theater I had a couple of problems with the people sitting next to me, so I told my friend I needed to take to the blog for some movie theater etiquette. Listen up all the heavy breathing, texting, sitting next to a stranger movie go-ers, this one's for you. My friend Emmy and I arrived early to the movie to get a good seat because it was the day after Christmas and we knew Black Swan was a hit. We found a seat in the middle section next to the aisle, more than half way down to the front. The theater was somewhat crowded but with plenty of seats available. After we sat down, an older lady came past us and sat exactly four seats down from me....not a big deal at all. Then she proceded to take off her scarf and lay it down on the three seats between us. Again, I was ok with this...thinking maybe her husband was coming and she wanted to make sure to have enough room for him and perhaps her purse and a coat or two. Well, her husband walks in and sits next to her and then two more friends sit down RIGHT next to me. I looked around thinking there was no way that the theater filled up that much in the few minutes we had been sitting down and to my dismay there was an entire row empty directly behind us. Not only that...there were three other seats on the other side of the first lady that sat down that were empty! So, to give you a visual of our row it was Emmy, Me, and four stranger followed by three empty seats and an empty row behind us. First rule of movie going etiquette, don't sit directly next to someone else unless there are no other seats in the theater. So, not only are we sitting right on top of each other...the arm rest between us breaks. This is no joke, at one point I was holding the arm rest in the air thinking it might make the man move. He just looked at me and said "yep, it's broken". The right thing to do would have been to move down one seat, they didn't budge. So, the movie starts and so did the strangers breathing. I just kept thinking of those hand sanitizer commercials where they show germs shooting out of peoples mouths and nose....totally disgusted. It's cold and flu season, we don't need to be sharing germs. So, another rule to learn: if you are sitting directly next to a stranger, keep the breathing down! The noise and oxygen intake was unnecessary. And to top it all off...everytime I hid my face under my coat or jumped because of a scary part in the movie...he laughed at me. As if I wasn't upset enough with the movie, he had to act like it was ridiculous that I couldn't watch Natalie Portman scratch her skin off or cut her finger nails down to the skin. Sorry mister, that's just not something I can stomach! If I was sitting next to a friend and they were making fun of me, that's fine, but it's not ok for a stranger! So, next time you're at the movie, remember to consider the people around you...and by around I don't mean the person sitting exactly next to you because there should always be an empty seat between you! I won't get into lice on the seats because that would just be downright gross...hope ya'll had a Merry Christmas!!<br />
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xoxosldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-55644086526545148582010-12-21T20:43:00.000-08:002010-12-21T20:43:35.663-08:00it's that time of year again...It’s that time of year again…everyone’s favorite holiday, Christmas. I have a confession; not sure how comfortable I feel sharing this fact about myself but let the truth be told…I don’t love “Christmas”. Before you throw me under the bus, call me the grinch, switch to another blog or shake your head in disgust…just hear me out. There's a group(maybe small, maybe large) of people I think have forgotten what Christmas is all about and make the season unbearable for others. Perhaps you might know someone who could use a little reminder?? Feel free to send them over to my blog!! I’ve noticed that people are crazy right now, seriously crazy. Fuzzes are short, emotions are running high, and every one is broke. I work for a company that makes children’s clothing…in the past couple of days I’ve been told I’ve ruined Christmas for a family because their pj’s were sold out and I was told I’ve saved Christmas for another family because I could send their two year old a silk party dress (I’m sure the baby will be thrilled). How in the world do I have the power to make or break someone’s Christmas with what their kid is wearing?? We have this huge build up for one day…parents shop for weeks, wrap for hours and gifts are opened and thrown to the side in minutes. Kids cry when they don’t get what they want, parents are tired and cranky because they’ve stayed up all night to make the day special for the kids, where are all the merry people? It’s become the hustle and bustle of going from one party to another, getting all the shopping done, having the house decorated and gifts under the tree, but are people truly appreciating it all? I could go on and on, but I won’t because I do know there are also good things about Christmas…spending time with family, being thankful for what you have and if you want to celebrate the absolute true meaning of Christmas…it’s celebrating Jesus, his birth and everything he has given us. But, how many people do you think actually celebrate that?<br />
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I was talking to my friend, Mere tonight. You all might know her from her guest blog appearance about breast cancer at 30. Here is a woman who has so much to celebrate this Christmas. She is a great reason we should take the time to think about what we have and how truly blessed we are. I know this year her family and friends will be thankful for the time spent with her celebrating another Christmas. So, don’t let yourself get too wrapped up in the commercial aspect of the 25th of December. Remember why we have this holiday and don’t worry so much about the materialistic things you/your loved ones have been asking for, reflect on your year and what truly makes a difference. Meredith got a card from two young cancer patients this year and this is what it read with a picture of the two kids with their little bald heads on their “make a wish” trip:<br />
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It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more."<br />
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So, call me the grinch if you want, but I think we can learn something from this green guy. Merry Christmas!!<br />
<div>xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-87554564913214781872010-12-16T21:12:00.000-08:002010-12-16T21:23:50.058-08:00she's fallen and she won't get up...<div>Blog readers...have you missed me?? Wondered where I went..to be honest, I have no excuse. My schedule has changed a bit, working more and less time to write. I feel like I've had a lot of funny things to share, but not always sure how to share without exposing some of my secrets ;) Another VERY time consuming project has been taking care of my sweet little mama. She broke her foot a week before Thanksgiving and you would think she was paralyzed. It happened on a Friday night...I had gone out to dinner with my parents and a couple of glasses of champagne for Brenda and down she went...literally. One wrong step and boom...it all happened so fast, I had no idea how she did it. Not only was she in pain, she kept passing out. I was literally in shock because I've never seen anyone pass out. Unfortunately for my mom, my sympathetic, maternal side did not kick in...I just kept telling her to get up. My Dad was mute, so I had to take charge and strategize how to get her to the car. My Dad and I carried her together and let's just put it this way...we accidentally kept going in opposite directions. It wasn't pretty and I would pay someone big bucks if there was a video of it! At the hospital my future flashed in front of my eyes because the doctors just talked to me...not my parents. FINALLY, I was the one in charge. After staying the night in the hospital, she was allowed to leave with a boot on her right foot and crutches. I wish that was the end of my story, but it's only the beginning.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div>For those of you that don't know me, I can be very dramatic, the past few weeks I figured out where my overly dramatic side comes from. My mom had a friend bring her a wheel chair, she has been rolling around in it running into every wall and door way because the crutches just aren't an option. Coordination and upper body strength put the kibosh on that. As soon as anyone sits down she decides she needs a glass of water or a popsicle. When she finishes her meal she hands you her plate to immediately take it away, even if you are in the middle of finishing your meal. She MUST have two diet cokes from McDonalds/day (the first one my Dad delivers around 6:30-7am). She texts me at work at 4 to bring her home champagne because hers has gone flat and she sits in her bed, playing games on her i-pad and giggles on the phone. One week of this was funny, two weeks was understandable but a month later and I'm so over it. Now that it's icy out there, I may never see her on her two legs again!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div>Speaking of people having two legs, did you watch the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills tonight?? I would take my mom in a full body cast for five years over the electric cig. smoking psychic or Camille Grammer. The psychic was about as crazy as they get. I think in one episode of RHBH, she single handedly lost all attraction to her show Medium. She was a nut and left me hiding under a blanket in utter embarrassment. I'm so addicted. As Andy Cohen would say, "my mazel of the week" is that I am NOT Camille Grammer. There's nothing right about that lady.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I hope everyone is having a good holiday season so far. I will work harder on getting more posts up!!</div><div><br />
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</div></div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-62263683587301823802010-11-15T20:08:00.000-08:002010-11-15T20:13:35.354-08:00random thoughts...Don't have a lot to blog about, so thought I'd give you some random thoughts:<br />
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</div><div>1. What would the world be like if we all skipped everywhere we went? Don't you think we would be happier? I would love to see all the politicians going into the capital with their papers in hand, skipping right alongside their biggest opponent. How could they not get along?? Anyone who skips is happy, right?</div><div><br />
</div><div>2. What was life like before the Real Housewives? I can't remember. There's nothing better than watching those train wrecks to make you feel better about yourself. I'm obsessed with Beverly Hills. It couldn't get any better and Watchers in the Woods was my favorite movie when I was a kid and the star is on the show...could it get any better??</div><div><br />
</div><div>3. Why do some people text all the time, act super peppy and excited on facebook and then when you see them in real life they're a bump on a log. Is this a new personality disorder...split cyber personalities?</div><div><br />
</div><div>4. Have you ever felt like you are at the exact place where you should be and karma can be a good think? I do.</div><div><br />
</div><div>5. Why didn't they free Enes? Ashley Judd would understand this if she read my blog...if you're not from Kentucky and you don't follow college basketball, this will mean nothing to you.</div><div><br />
</div><div>6. I want Edelweiss to be sung to me on my deathbed. I'd love it if it could be Christopher Plummer, but I also hope I outlive him.</div><div><br />
</div><div>7. I'm signing up to run a half marathon in February in New Orleans. I've never been to New Orleans and I've never run a half marathon...the longest I've ever ran is 10 miles and I hated every second of it. Should be interesting.</div><div><br />
</div><div>8. The kayaker still hasn't been found. Where is he? It's like asking the question: Who shot JFK?</div><div><br />
</div><div>9. I haven't bought a tank top in at least a month. That's a record. In fact, I only have one on under a long sleeve t-shirt right now...that's another record. I am normally in at least two tank tops.</div><div><br />
</div><div>10. I wish my life was a musical and every few minutes a new song would start and we'd dance around. I spend a lot of time choreographing these moments in my head. I'd also love a video montage of things in my life to the song Kentucky Woman.</div><div><br />
</div><div>That's all I have for you for tonight. </div><div><br />
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</div><div>xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-3468667515048395692010-11-07T19:28:00.000-08:002010-11-07T19:28:40.117-08:00Mere's a survivor!!!I meant to write this last week, but ran out of time and wanted to give this post some thought. I know some people have told me that they've shown the posts we've written about Mere's breast cancer to friends who are going through the same thing, so I thought I'd write a little more about what we did and what helped Meredith from a friends perspective. Last Thursday, November 4th, Meredith, finished her cancer treatments!! It was her last radiation...so, after 8 chemo's, one surgery and six weeks of radiation...we have a survivor!! I am so excited, proud, happy, relieved and amazed with Mere. She was a trooper and by summer will have the best, perkiest, well placed boobs at the pool(there has to be a silver lining for breast cancer patients). I took a look back at our text over the past few months to see when this whole journey began. I knew things started in April, but wasn't exactly sure what part of the month it was. "Call me later when you have a sec" was the text I got on April 6th, the day she talked to someone about the lump in her breast. I think I knew right away something was wrong, but wasn't sure what it would be. At this point Mere wasn't sure either, but had a hunch it wasn't good. After that text it was a bunch of texts about ultra sounds, biopsy's, surgeons, bone scans etc. In fact, my very first cancer joke came on April 9th...phrased "not sure if this is appropriate to say, but knew you would get out of doing a triathlon this summer." And that was actually a true statement, just didn't know she'd go to such extremes. The first chemo was on April 21st because I texted her a picture of the two of us. I had also done a lot of research online about cancer patients and given her a "survival kit" to take to chemo. There were texts explaining all the gifts. Ginger snaps and gatorade for nausea, mint and gum for the bad taste some patients have from chemo (she never said much about that and sucked on a popsicle when she needed it), books of crosswords and sudoku for chemo(didn't realize we would be so entertained by ourselves), and a scarf in case she got cold. I gave her a bag to put everything in because I was worried that after chemo I might have to carry her out (let's keep in mind I had no idea what to expect and I'm a bit of a drama queen) and we needed everything in one bag so I would have both hands/arms to carry her. Mere walked in and out of every chemo and normally to lunch when we were done and I know there were even a few birthday dinners we attended in the evenings! If anything it was a couple days later when she wasn't feeling well and during the second half of her chemo when her bones ached. I don't think she missed a day of work during chemo ( I could be wrong about that and if she did miss work, it was only a day or so). Like I have said before....she is AMAZING. I know I've mentioned she works, but is also a mother to a one year old....did she plan a huge first birthday party for Finn??? Yes, during the middle of chemo and the same weekend she attended the all day Indy 500 event. She literally did not let any part of life pass her by and did it all. In fact, last weekend, I went up to Indy to attend her "Bats all Folks" end of treatment Halloween party. She made all the food, did all the decorations, ran around looking for her costume and her sons...she never stops!! I've wondered through all of this if I would handle this situation the same way she has and sadly, I don't think I could....she's too good at being an awesome breast cancer patient. When I came back after surgery and we went shopping for a bra and boob at Nordstroms, the lady who was in charge of the mastectomy bras could not believe she was already out and about...that's how Mere works...NOTHING will stop her. <br />
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I think what helped her most was the support she got from friends and family. We set up a web site and had dinners brought in a few times a week. People were more than willing to help out and everyone wanted to contribute in some way. This is a great way to get everyone to participate. I know the cards, e-mails and texts were so nice for her to read, in fact, she said she would send a note to someone now if they had a cold! Throughout all of this I've had people tell me that I've been a good friend to Meredith, my response is that she doesn't have an option to go through this, so her friends don't either. I'm not being a "good" friend, I'm just being a FRIEND. If you're a friend to someone you're there for them during the good AND bad parts and hopefully you can make the hard times a little easier...the good times are the added bonuses. AND as I've said before...you can make these hard times fun. It's ok to laugh about things and make jokes...there's no right or wrong way to talk about cancer. Just be honest and true to your friendship. I remember at the beginning of all of this I kept telling Meredith it would all be over before we knew it and here we are....her hairs growing back, she has all of her free time back and she's ready to move on. I know she's on to great things and will be an inspiration for young women who are diagnosed with breast cancer...I'm so proud of her and am glad we're finishing up the "Cancer Chapter" in her life and are moving on to better things!! Mere's a survivor!!<br />
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One of my favorite hobbies is day drinking. It's one of those rare times you know everyone's there to party if they're committing to a day of drinking. Two weekends ago was my favorite fall day in Kentucky. The horse races at Keeneland followed by a tailgate and Kentucky Football game. The weather was close to 80 degrees and sunny. Perfect conditions for a marathon day. This year I was smart....I made a plan for myself. I wanted to enjoy the whole day and feel ok on Sunday. I knew that drinking bourbon wasn't an option at Keeneland. I've been down that road before...it's ugly and the next day is even worse. The first move I made was to be in bed at a decent hour on Friday night and to make sure I was well hydrated. I woke up ready for the day...the only thing I had to get was my mini bottles to sneak into the football game. I had decided that I needed to be able to mix with diet coke, it's my fave and I didn't want anything with sprite. Obvious choice is Bourbon....again, not if I was going to be ok the next day. On Tuesday I did a practice run and decided on vanilla vodka...perfect mix, a vanilla diet coke! I swear when I pulled out of my driveway to go to the store it was like The Truman Show. Every car was pulling out of their driveways and where were we all headed at 10 am on a fall Saturday morning....Liquor Barn Express! I could barely get a parking spot. I was set for the game and ready for the races.<br />
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My friends and I went out to lunch and started with a Bloody Mary and food in the stomach. It's always important to get something down or you'll never make it. Food and water are both essential in a marathon day. Off to the track...the safest bet (and I believe the most cost efficient??? didn't check the stats, but my guess would def be...) beer. I knew that they would be filling and I would be in good shape for the rest of the day. It was a great day at the races. I don't think I lost any money!! I ran into some friends and it was such a beautiful day. We all had a great time. Keeneland is so pretty in the fall!! If you ever have a chance to go, I suggest you do it! I left the track happy and ready to hit the tailgate. I wasn't tired at all and ready to keep partying.<br />
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After a quick change and a bottle of water, we went to the tailgate. Again, drinking only beer and water. It was time to eat again and instead of "drinking my dinner", I ate. Smart move in a marathon. I'm sure the people sitting around me at the game were happy I went with that choice. Then, after smuggling my mini bottles in, it was one drink per half. After the game (actually after the 3rd quarter because the cats aren't the best) it was back to the tailgate. I was happy with the way my behavior was after seeing a turned over table at the tailgate by a drunken couple and a couple of wipe outs by people who clearly didn't listen to their bodies and the effects of their alcohol. My friend and I even decided to take a beer for the road and walk the couple miles home!! All in all, it was a great marathon. <br />
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The next day we were up by 9 and even walked a couple of miles to breakfast with a very productive Sunday. We couldn't help but pat ourselves on our backs for being so good at day drinking. Although, still not sure this is something we should be proud of...I may not have run 26.2 miles, but I've perfected a different kind of marathon...<br />
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In my 32 years of life I have never set foot in the two countries that border the United States (I've been to plenty of other countries, but never Mexico or Canada). Last Sunday I went to Canada and I ran back to the United States. Yes, that's right...I was Forrest Gumping my way through Canada and back home to the mother land. <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">It was the Detroit Marathon and I ran it...as a relay. I was lucky enough that my best friend asked me to join her sorority sisters (they were desperate for someone, anyone, even if I was in a different sorority at a different school) in the race...A couple of months before the race I was excited to do it....knew I was in good enough shape to run 6 miles and thought I'd be so excited for the race. Let's fast forward to the actual race...I was up all night the Thursday before the race throwing up and slept all day Friday because I was still so sick. Katie had walking pneumonia. We were doing the longest legs of the relay. Sounds race ready to me! I did 6 miles for my part of the race and although I didn't do the full 26.2, I still struggled, grimaced, laughed and cried with all the marathoners (no one needed to know I didn't run all 26.2 miles, until I realized relay was written across the back of my bib....). On Sunday morning I boarded a bus at 6:30 am and rode over the boarder to Windsor, Canada. It was beautiful, very clean and so welcoming. I could hardly tell I had left the US...maybe that's because I could see Detroit just across the Detroit River. What a sight! </span></span></i></b><br />
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</tbody></table><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">I was the second leg of the relay. And in perfect "Sissy" style, I had never met the girl that was running the first part of the relay to me. I had e-mailed her the day before to see how fast she was and what she looked like. I knew she would be wearing a long sleeve white shirt that looked just like mine. Only 19,000 people had entered the race...should be easy enough to find her, right???! I stayed extra alert for about an hour and finally a 6 ft tall girl in a white long sleeve shirt ran toward me with the same number bib on as me...it was my turn to run!! So there I was, in Canada for the first time running my first "marathon"... and I totally started tearing up(possibly because I was freezing, or maybe because I knew "the tunnel" was coming up). I felt better than I had felt in a long time running...normaly I am hating life the second I start and don't really love it until I'm done, this time I was feeding off of the energy of the people around me and the excitement in Canada...and then I hit the tunnel back to the US. All of a sudden we are being flung into a tunnel under the Detroit River...hot, stuffy, stinky, loud and long. The first half was down hill and then you have to climb out of the tunnel like river rats....winding and winding up. As I was running up I started thinking that it was so interesting that the girl who was suppose to do this leg had decided not to and that no one else wanted to...I guess it helps to ask a girl who doesn't know anything about the race and would be excited to run from Canada back. The one cool thing about my leg of the race is that I ran the only international underwater mile in any race in the world and I can call myself an international runner!! :) </span></span></i></b><br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"> I might not love running, but the races make it worth it. I think I'm ready to commit to a half marathon and am searching for one this winter I could sign up for. It helps me so much to have something to work towards, it really motivates me...I may not come in first or do really well, but I've never come in last...and I live to tell about it!! Have I mentioned I'm an underwater, international runner??</span></span></i></b><br />
<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">xoxo</span></span></i></b>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-82514765169666548862010-10-14T12:17:00.000-07:002010-10-14T12:17:09.114-07:00I bleed blue...Hi ya'll!! It's been another crazy week of moving. I know I mentioned on here that I moved, but I've kept it under wraps where I was moving. I had to go back up to Michigan to finish out my job and close up the cottage and then I drove down to my home town, Lexington, Kentucky! I've been here a couple of days and am loving it (what's not to love when you feel like you're on vacation). Since I left Indy with a blog post about the things I learned there, I thought I'd let you know a few things I love about Kentucky. So...here it goes!!<br />
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1. I bleed blue!! I L-O-V-E the Kentucky Basketball team!! I will be the first to admit that I cry every time they do the starting line up. Something about the lights going down and all the excitement over these college players. I grew up in a house that went to all of the games, sometimes traveled with the team and most dinner conversations revolved around "the cats". In fact, the first thing my Dad made me do when I got home on Tuesday was guess who the starting line up was going to be and look at a picture of old Kentucky players on the back of The Cats Pause and name the players. I partied in the streets when they won the national championship in 96 and 98, I rushed the floor when they won the Maui classic in the early 90's, and I even wear a black t-shirt that says UK2K(yes, a black t-shirt)...I love my cats!<br />
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2. People think that Kentucky Basketball fans are crazy. Our basketball team has the winningest record in all of college basketball, it's not hard to cheer for a team like that. What I think is crazy...Kentucky Football fans!! I love football games...I love to tailgate, I love when Kentucky comes back in the third quarter, I love the passion that the sold out crowd has when they think the Cats are going to beat a ranked team, and then I always see the Cats lose in the 4th quarter. It happens every time. But, we keep coming back for more. Kentucky Football fans think we can compete in the SEC...we can't and that's why I love the passion and dreams of all the fans! Last year when we lost to Tennessee in over time(for the 25th year in a row, no exaggeration) my Dad said to a friend, "hope it doesn't take 25 more to beat them". And all I wondered was if it took 25 more years, would he be around to see it?? That's a long time...<br />
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3. Keeneland. L-O-V-E it!! October and April are so much fun in Keeneland. I love going to the races, drinking bourbon and betting on my favorite horse. It's a great place to see people and have a great time. Everyone needs to experience Keeneland, it's the best!<br />
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4. My entire family lives in Kentucky. I'm the only one that is gone. My Dad had prostate cancer this spring and although he is doing really well from his surgery, I wanted to be here and I couldn't because I was working in Michigan. My parents aren't getting any younger (they're not that old, just in their early 60's...really hope they don't read this, they would kill me!! :)) and I want to spend time with them and my sweet nephews!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my family</td></tr>
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5. This state likes monograms. Indiana doesn't. I have two monogram machines and a monogram company. I need to be in a place that likes monograms!!<br />
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Here's a quote from my girl, Ashley Judd:<br />
<h1 style="color: #003399; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">“Sure, girls from New York, they are tough. And girls from Georgia, they are sweet. But those born and bred feisty Kentucky girls, they are the ones you have to look out for. We have sugar and fire in our blood. We can ride a horse, be a débutante, throw a left hook and tell you the entire UK line up all while making sweet tea. And if we have an opinion, you get to know it. We're both the pride and the downfall of the bluegrass...”</h1><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFx7RA0HB2fG2GXsB_aN61TYw12y1cFto78407bzRhUBcRFym0FdsUjd-MkduUddCOeQ1KUUYaTr9pckMtdXYzC73yjceos0RvnaXFyYHQucGoIC0Sv3FgDYQkPOt1EZ7zbPDzpJFAvEfR/s1600/judd_300x500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFx7RA0HB2fG2GXsB_aN61TYw12y1cFto78407bzRhUBcRFym0FdsUjd-MkduUddCOeQ1KUUYaTr9pckMtdXYzC73yjceos0RvnaXFyYHQucGoIC0Sv3FgDYQkPOt1EZ7zbPDzpJFAvEfR/s320/judd_300x500.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><div><br />
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She sums it up well, I love being a Kentucky Woman!!<br />
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xoxosldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-13123258878306576692010-10-09T08:10:00.000-07:002010-10-09T08:17:07.651-07:00Tagged is a part of blogging...So, as you know(or maybe you don't??), I am new to blogging. Still don't get the ins and outs of it and am always excited when I get a new follower. I'm learning that a big part of the blogging world is getting "tagged" and having giveaways. I don't think I have enough followers for a giveaway, BUT I did have someone tag me!! "<a href="http://www.deviledmegs.com/">Deviled Megs</a>" is a follower and knows I'm also new to the blogging world. The purpose of this is to answer question and then tag others. So, here it goes...again!<br />
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1. What was the last thing you ate: a banana<br />
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2. What is one of your best childhood memories? <br />
That's a hard one. I loved playing with the neighborhood kids. There was a group of 5 girls that played daily, from the time we woke up, until we went to bed! We played everything...we made big rocks into doll houses, we filmed fake beauty pageants, made up dances, played house, school, watched a ton of movies, kickball, red light, green light etc. You name it, we did it. I loved how much we used our imagination. We rarely sat inside and watched tv or played video games. We were out making little worlds out of rocks and sticks. I wish kids still did all of that and got to be kids. It's so much different now and we were lucky we lived in a neighborhood with so many kids the same age and where it was so safe!<br />
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3. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you were older?<br />
I wanted to be a talk show host. I was convinced that Kathie Lee Gifford and I would have our own show. I'm still working on that! :)<br />
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4. Do you paint your toenails in the winter?<br />
YES! My toenails are always painted. They may not look perfect in the winter, but they are painted!<br />
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5. Do you watch any reality television? If so,what show is your favorite?<br />
Yes, I watch a lot of reality tv. I love the New York, Jersey, and OC Housewives and can't wait for the Beverly Hills HW's!! I also love Rachel Zoe! Ah-mah-zing!!<br />
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6. What were some of the "trends" when you were a kid?<br />
We made string bracelets and wore them all the time.. That was another thing my neighborhood girls and I always did! We also had jelly bracelets and swatch watches. I always wore umbros and two t-shirts with my wilsons or tretorns! Such a cute stage...<br />
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7. What is your favorite time of the year? Why?<br />
I LOVE summer. I love warm weather and being at the cottage. I like being outside and in the water. I also love being tan. But, there's something so fun about the fall. I almost feel like fall is the new year (maybe from going to school so many years:)). There's always excitement in the air and people are making plans. It was always soccer season when we were younger and I loved cool fall days with a soccer game. So, I decided to chose two seasons!<br />
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8. Do you have any hobbies?<br />
I play tennis and I run. I love tennis and have played in a league the past few years. I don't love to run...yet. I'm hoping the day that I fall in love will come...sooner, rather than later. Next week I'm doing a relay for the Detroit Marathon and my leg is in Canada! I've never been to Canada before. I can't wait! I do love race days!<br />
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So, now I have to tag some people to do the same thing:<br />
<a href="http://www.upnorthpreppy.blogspot.com/">AEOT</a>-Up North Preppy<br />
JMW- <a href="http://jmw-aplacetodwell.blogspot.com/">A Place to Dwell</a><br />
<a href="http://queenbeeswain.blogspot.com/">Queen Bee Swain</a><br />
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xoxosldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-40960218313345095512010-10-07T19:06:00.000-07:002010-10-07T19:06:35.110-07:00It takes a village...<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">family picture with the cops!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Last week I moved out of my three bedroom townhouse in two days. Literally, drove into town late on Tuesday and the movers came on Thursday at 2. I didn't have much time to get out and everything had to be done because my renters were coming in on Friday morning. The silver lining was a hotel room in downtown Indy waiting for me for a wedding weekend. I knew there was going to be some fun ahead, if I could just make it though the move! The move went as smoothly as it could...friends, movers and a cleaning lady made it happen. I couldn't have done it without any of them. But, the most important people of my weekend were Lauren and Olga...my hair dresser and an incredible lady from Russia that can do ANYTHING (ask her and she'll tell you the same!). On Friday night I initially thought I would do to the hotel, have a glass of wine or two and go to bed. After all, I had only slept a few hours each night since Tuesday and knew the lack of sleep would catch up. Well....one glass of wine turned to another, I made friends with the bar tender and the next thing you know...my friend Rymer and I are sitting on police motorcycles and taking pictures with the cops on duty in downtown Indy and we were up until 4am.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">on the motorcycle...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So...back to Lauren and Olga...Saturday early afternoon (the day of the wedding) I go into Bobby Cooper's Salon to get my hair done. I knew walking in that Lauren, who has done my hair for years, was going to die at my roots. I don't like getting my hair done in Michigan and had let my roots grow out a few inches. It wasn't pretty and I was a mess from the move. I had spent the entire car ride to the salon picking half of my nail polish off my finger nails and my toe nails weren't any better. The topper of it all...the bad spray tan I had the day before where I forgot to put the special lotion on my palms...they were orange!! As soon as I walked in, it seemed like the music stopped, everyone dropped their scissors and combs and jaws hit the floor. I knew I looked bad, but I didn't know it was THAT bad. I guess it was. So, there I sat, as five people discussed what needed to be done. I'll be the first to admit...I have some salt in my hair at the age of 32...and by some salt, I mean a lot. My colored hair is blonde and my roots are salt and pepper...it's not cute!! So, after the whole place had laughed, stared, and cried at what I looked like, they all got to work. They had to color my gray roots before they could "really" color and hi-light it all over again. My roots were long enough to be "virgin hair". Oooops. So, I'm sitting there getting the first set of color off of my hair when Olga comes into the picture. Olga has worked there for awhile and I had always been a little scared of her. She's from Russia and I wouldn't mess with her. Well, as I'm sitting there getting my hair washed, Olga tells me that she got the go ahead from the owner of the salon to do my finger and toe nails. People don't get their nails done at Bobby's...that's how bad I looked. They had all spoken in the back room about the help I needed. So, all of a sudden, Olga, the Russian wonder, is removing the other half of my toe and nail polish and painting them in 3 minutes flat. As I'm getting my hair blown out, Olga is telling me how she could do my make up and how good she is at making me look good. She then goes on to tell me if they took before and after pictures of me and posted them on their web site, they would be the most successful salon in the world. Ouch, was that comment necessary...she didn't even crack a smile. So, six hours later...I walk out with my blonde hair done, my make up done, nails done, and dress on ready to party the night away. And then I lived happily ever after...well...almost...until there was an incident with red wine, a white shirt, the mother of the bride and a dance floor at the wedding!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">after olga worked her magic...i'm in black and ruffles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">with the beautiful bride!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i love a good band...especially when I can sing!</td></tr>
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</div><div>xoxo<br />
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</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-7635494404603680242010-10-05T10:46:00.000-07:002010-10-05T10:50:45.909-07:00Goodbye Indy, it's been fun...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"></span></span><br />
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It's official ya'll...I have moved out of my condo and am now a landlord to a fraternity house! ahhhhh. All of my things are in storage and I no longer am a resident of Indiana. With college and my years in Indy, I lived in the Hoosier state for 12 years! That's a long time...a lot longer than I EVER thought I'd live above the Mason Dixon line! I thought it would be fitting to touch on some of the good times in Indy and let you know everything I learned from this midwestern state!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>1. I learned that every really great night ends at the Casba!! If you're ready to walk downstairs to a bar that resembles a fraternity basement, you're feeling good and ready to dance with the best juke box music EVER. In fact, a casba shot can solve any world problems...at least for that moment!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">rockin' the casba!</td></tr>
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john and kate plus 8, female indy driver<br />
dick in a box....nice<br />
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</tbody></table>2. Meredith and Mike always have the best Halloween party and it's a must to attend. The costumes get better every year and my beer pong skills get worse and worse. The "one flip wonder"(a title I gave myself) is now the last pick on any team...an anchor that makes her team sink. But, I do try to make up in costume...any suggestions this year??<br />
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</tbody></table>3. I learned from a few little girls that personal space does not exist. Giggles, tears, snuggles, sleepovers and princesses are essential in an all female household. I also learned I can love someone more than I knew I was capable of. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this little one(and her sisters) taught me A LOT!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div>8. I bought my first house here!! I loved it and had my first sit down dinner party, a couple of christmas parties and lots of laughs! I loved my pink and white home!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div>10. I am leaving a lot of good friends behind that I can't wait to visit!! I've had a great time in the Circle City! Thanks ya'll!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmzaK4WmwBJ24qpj8EzeuVOfq7WRuH9Bac0prZGIH0WquYx6UfuV5i_o31PDtrkVjvlDKkbgK1VrIj4WkkuudzN32vx_KRO0KcOMqkE9E9ft3stC5Qr8hwlgvLu7Dl8gj0djwAk-gWJoe/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmzaK4WmwBJ24qpj8EzeuVOfq7WRuH9Bac0prZGIH0WquYx6UfuV5i_o31PDtrkVjvlDKkbgK1VrIj4WkkuudzN32vx_KRO0KcOMqkE9E9ft3stC5Qr8hwlgvLu7Dl8gj0djwAk-gWJoe/s320/IMG_0073.JPG" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bzKJ431r1QggCE7qpZVNZrR-dUdwMVnoZRAukhNlhZv1k909iMM3heS7ZbZ8ZAif7WVhgdvtjHqjX8SGnzQ_5crQ9UB37d4La-9N5mMyFuC8KTdlFjtyL7drLCLtwaf6KoRhhGq7gakM/s1600/IMG_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bzKJ431r1QggCE7qpZVNZrR-dUdwMVnoZRAukhNlhZv1k909iMM3heS7ZbZ8ZAif7WVhgdvtjHqjX8SGnzQ_5crQ9UB37d4La-9N5mMyFuC8KTdlFjtyL7drLCLtwaf6KoRhhGq7gakM/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div><br />
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</div><div>xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-53989186769266374612010-09-27T19:51:00.000-07:002010-09-27T19:51:45.620-07:00It's Fall Ya'll...I've heard that for the past couple of weeks people have had unseasonably warm temperatures and everyone is melting...that's not the case up here above the 45th parallel in Northern Michigan. I've been freezing since labor day. High's in the 50's and 60's and lows in 30's and 40's. I'm cold and it's only going to get colder!! Not sure how long I'll last up here with these cool conditions. So...fall is fully upon us and it is beautiful up here! I wanted to share some pictures from my run today....<br />
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</div>So, when it's raining and freezing out, what do we do??? We go to the farm to watch pig races!! My friend Katie and her family were up for their last trip to the cottage for the season and we took the kids to the farm in the rain because the weather said it was SUPPOSE to be sunny! The farm had great prices on pumpkins (which I didn't get one and I'm not sure why I didn't???). And while we were there we were lucky enough to see a pig race...I didn't even know that pigs were fast until they took off, but they got side tracked and decided they wanted to stop and eat...they all eventually made it through the course and when they ran, they were running fast!<br />
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</tbody></table>Another fun thing to do on a rainy cold day is to have a blind wine taste. We took three bottles of red wine and put them in brown paper bags. We set them all out and we had to guess which was which. We knew the name of the wine and the price. Not one of us got it all right and for the most part everyone's favorite was the cheapest one...Menage Trois for $13.99/bottle was the winner!! We were getting Katie and Sean ready for their trip to Napa...so jeal, they're going to have so much fun and MUST bring me back a bottle of vino :)!!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the blind wine tasting!<br />
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</tbody></table>I hope you all are having a good Monday....I'm gonna leave you with the little picture from the farm:<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">i had to...</td></tr>
</tbody></table>xoxo<br />
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</div></div></div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-30885934416260919122010-09-24T10:44:00.000-07:002010-09-24T10:44:09.723-07:00What a week...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>It's been a whirlwind week for me, to say the least!! Since I'm staying up in BV, I figured I needed to rent my townhouse out! I was getting nervous that October was just around the corner and I had only a few people call about my place. I had even contacted my realtor, who informed me he "doesn't really do rentals"...like I asked him to do my dirty laundry! So, after a lot of prayers (and dropping the price), I have renters for October 1st! I'm a bit nervous because....it's 3 guys! They're self proclaimed "young professionals", but all I see is my sweet pink and white house becoming a fraternity house! Ahhhhhhh, what am I doing! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">what meathead wouldn't want to live here???</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So, in a matter of days...I have to pack up my house and move all my things into storage because I don't know where I'm going to be in a couple of months! Why would I want to plan ahead! That's how I live my life and how I always have and somehow, it just works out for me! So, next week, I'm taking a few days off at the wine store and I'll head down to Indy to pack and the movers are coming on Thursday. So ends a chapter in my life...and what a chapter it was. I will say that my favorite year in Indy was the first year when I lived with my friend and we had theme parties and pretended we were still in college! That was seven years ago and a lot has happened since then, but I'm ready to move on!! I love the feeling that I can do ANYTHING and go ANYWHERE!!<br />
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</div><div>Now, to fill you in on what I'm doing in Northern Michigan with the "retirement crew"! I had cocktails and drinks with the people who are still in BV. If I were to average the ages of the 11 people at dinner last night, it would be 65...that's with my age in the average! BUT, it was enjoyable! They know how to throw a fun cocktail hour and a great dinner party without the anxiety and stress people my age seem to have. They've done it so long, it's easy for them! We talked about books, movies, where everyone was going to stay in Florida when they go down there in a couple of months. It seems to me that life just keeps getting better as you get older. You're just moving north and south with the weather and cock-tailing your way through it! Where can I sign up?? Who knows...ya'll might see me in Florida for the winter....just because i can go ANYWHERE and do ANYTHING!! Such a great feeling! Still loving my Eat, Pray, Love year!!</div><div><br />
</div><div>xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-46659297511698488462010-09-21T11:07:00.000-07:002010-09-21T11:14:54.556-07:00There's something wrong with the world today...It sure isn't easy to be a follow up to my guest blogger, Mere, she took the blogging world by storm. I knew I had to come up with a topic that would bring the readers back to me and what better topic than Lindsay and Paris and their train wrecks I can't stop watching. Seemed like the obvious choice to me.... I honestly don't know where to start with them?? I guess my big question is what is is wrong with them? For those of you who don't consider E! News the only place to get up to date information on what is going in the world, I'll catch you up...Paris was arrested after her boyfriend was pulled over in Vegas and cocaine came out of her purse when she was putting on lip gloss in front of the cops. She claimed it wasn't her purse. On Monday she pleaded guilty and because of her plea deal does not have to do any time in the clink. Hmmmmm, ok.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">paris hilton's most recent mug shot...there were older ones to chose from too!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lindsay is out on probation after serving some time and going to rehab for drunk driving (or something like that). This past week two of her drug tests came back positive for drugs. She had cocaine and another drug in her system. She will most likely have to go back to jail for at least 30 days. Hmmmmm, ok.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">she might have to get use to that orange suit!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>So, what's wrong with these girls?? Is it our societies obsession with celebrities where they think they are above the law? They have more resources than anyone and the means to get help, but neither of them admits to having a problem(although Lindsay tweeted about it, I have my doubts it was for anything more than getting a reduced sentence). They have parents that make excuses for them and announce to the public they don't have problems. Here's a hint...don't think it's working. They are worshiped by millions of little girls who think of them as role models and their friends and family just feed the ego! It's a huge problem with our society as a whole. Kids don't have respect for adults or themselves anymore. Parents are worshiping their kids and giving them everything they want. You're a parent, not a friend...kids need guidance!<br />
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</div><div>I don't have kids but have spent plenty of time with them in schools, babysitting, nannying and working at a camp. I have heard every excuse from parents for kids lack of respect for others. This is NOT helping anyone, especially the kids. I had one mother tell me that the reason her daughter was disrespectful to me was because of how I felt about myself and I projected that on her daughter. What? With a parent making excuses like that a kid is never going to learn how to respect others or to take responsibility for her actions. How will she treat her college professors, her first boss, her husband? If Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton's parents came out to talk about substance abuse and how important it is to talk to your kids about drugs, alcohol, respecting others and yourself instead of making excuses about their kids behavior, these girls might be taking different paths in their lives right now. There are consequences for most people! </div><div><br />
</div><div>WOW! I obvious have an opinion about this...I am sick of seeing the celebrities in the news with all their mug shots and drug problems. Has every kid that's been on the disney channel taken naked pictures of themselves?? Is this a new requirement...I thought we had seen rock bottom when Britney Spears shaved her head, flashed everyone, and her sister got pregnant...but it keeps getting worse. Ok, ok, ok I will stop before I start sounding like I'm 50 years old and quoting Amy Vanderbilt...which, by the way, would be a good read for any of these young ladies that might be doing some time in the clink soon!</div><div><br />
</div><div>xoxo<br />
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</div></div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-1622846031699374362010-09-17T19:28:00.000-07:002010-09-17T19:31:22.996-07:00guest blogger: having breast cancer at the age of 30...<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">I would like to take the time to introduce you all to my first guest blogger!! One of my best friends, Mere, was diagnosed with breast cancer in April. She wanted to share some things she's learned about it on my blog (and yes, I made her do this!). Here's Mere!!</span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mere and I the night she told our friends about her diagnosis.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ten Things I Learned About Having Breast Cancer at the Age of 30</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 1.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span>You instantly become a 70 year-old woman…I was told to go to this store, “The Special Woman Boutique,” to buy a bra. Let me tell you, you don’t really feel like a special woman in this store. The women were nice, but the bras are hideous and the bathing suits are even worse! Why do I have to wear ugly suits and undergarments just because I have cancer?! I want to look cute too! When all is said and done, I am going to start my own line of mastectomy wear…bras and bathing suits for normal people!</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">what 30 year old wouldn't want to wear this number?? omg!<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You get lots of stuff for free…for example, I was at Panera one day and ordered my lunch.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Well, if anyone knows me, I love sweets and desserts.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I forgot to order a cookie with my meal and I asked the guy to add it on after he had already rung me up.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He took one look at my bald head and said, “Oh, go ahead.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Just take it.”</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">He then proceeded to give me a free drink cup too!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3. </span></span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Everyone knows someone who has breast cancer…and they are all OVER the age of 65!!!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It just isn’t the same…trust me!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I am sorry your Grandma’s Grandma’s Aunt had breast cancer, but I don’t really want to swap stories with them!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It really isn’t the same!</span></div></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">just a few years older, what's the difference?</td></tr>
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4. </span></span></span>I have the best friends…I always knew I had good friends, but it wasn’t until I got diagnosed with cancer that I truly saw how great my friends were. They all rallied around me, made dinner for me (I don’t even cook!!), called, sent cards, offered babysitting, sat through hours of chemo treatments…you name it, the offers were endless. I just hope that I am half as good a friend to all of them as they are to me. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">some of mere's support system!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5. </span></span></span>People come out of the woodwork to rally around you…I was totally amazed by the support I received. Almost every day, I would come home to cards, books, letters, even gifts from people I barely knew. It was so overwhelming (in a good way of course)!<br />
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<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6. </span></span> </span>Chemo really isn’t that bad as long as you do it with a smile! With “Sissy,” my sister, and guest appearances at Club Chemo, we laughed our way through each treatment. You really can make anything fun as long as you have your friends and a couple of jello shots!</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">jello shots at chemo!</td></tr>
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<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7. </span></span></span>Not everyone has the same view on cancer as I do…I wrote on a forum about my approach to cancer and cancer treatment. I was upbeat and told everyone that I was working every day, playing with my son, going about regular business and actually had fun at Club Chemo. The forum came to a screeching halt and no one EVER even acknowledged my post. I decided they didn’t like my positive attitude and the Debbie-downer forum wasn’t for me.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><br />
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<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8. </span></span></span>Hair is overrated! I’ve embraced being bald. I really thought it was going to be the worst thing ever, but it didn’t really bother me after all. I shower and get ready way faster than I ever used to. I don’t have to worry about my hair getting messed up with the windows down or in the rain. No bed head or hat head. I save tons of money on highlights and haircuts.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">when you look that cute without hair, who cares if you have it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hasn't stopped her from doing anything!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Thanks to Mere for writing this for us, I think it's great to read a positive attitude on breast cancer from a 30 year old!! Mere has already finished her chemo and had surgery about a month ago. In 6 weeks she will be done with radiation! She can't wait to get this behind her! Please keep her and her family in your prayers! </span></span></span><br />
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</div></div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-58480522229912142932010-09-16T09:28:00.000-07:002010-09-16T09:28:01.296-07:00i was tagged!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">My friend who also writes a blog, <a href="http://upnorthpreppy.blogspot.com/">AEOT</a>, "tagged" me so I have to answer her 8 questions, here it goes...</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">1. What is your ideal number of children? Uhmmmmm, seriously not sure. I've spent a lot of time with kids, I love them and consider myself good with kids BUT not sure I am going to have any. I lived with a family to help with the kids and that might have been enough for me!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">2. What color flatters you the most? Black, duh! Who doesn't it flatter? I also love to wear pink and Kentucky blue, but I'll save that for another post!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">3. What is your favorite household chore? And which do you wish the little fairies would do over night? I actually enjoy doing laundry, I like my clothes folded a certain way, but would love to have someone put it away for me! I also really wish the little fairies would clean the bathrooms. Who wouldn't want that??</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">4. What is your favorite book of all time? I have a couple...I read Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert a few years ago and love, love, loved it! But I also love the book, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I read it in high school and could read it over and over!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">5. What do you sleep in? A t-shirt or tank top and pajama bottoms...I never match, I just throw on whatever is there!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">6. Red or White? White. Who likes Louisville or Indiana Red...yuck!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">7. Friday, Saturday, or Sunday? Why? Friday because you have the whole weekend to look forward to!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">8. What is your ideal job? I really want to open a monogram store! I love doing it from my house, but really want a little store front and to interact more with the customers!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">That's all for now because I'm not sure how to tag 8 more people! Thanks for asking me AEOT!!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;">xoxo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">2. What color flatters you the most?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">3. What is your favorite household chore? And which do you wish the little fairies would do overnight?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">4. What is your favorite book of all time?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">5. What do you sleep in?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">6. Red or White?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">7. Friday, Saturday, or Sunday? Why?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;">8. What is your ideal job (regardless of current schooling, training, etc)</span></div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-45134106593613961192010-09-15T17:59:00.000-07:002010-09-15T17:59:53.949-07:00more about bv...I had a friend ask me to elaborate on where I'm living and give her a better of idea of what staying"up north" means. I had the day off today and took my camera around BV and Petoskey and decided to show you in pictures! While I was out, I ran into a friend who thought I was a kid doing a project for school. He was impressed with my dedication to the request and summed up Bay View well. "It's like summer camp where we live in houses!". Enjoy the pictures!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the marina in petoskey<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">path to downtown petoskey</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">downtown</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a cute store i hadn't noticed this summer until i was sent out on my assignment!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one more view! love it...now on to bay view!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">welcome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one of my fave cottages, and you're not looked at it wrong, it tilts!! the tiltin' hilton!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a peaceful street!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">another fave!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the auditorium, where we go to church....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">where the kids go to camp...i was a camper and leader there!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the post office....</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">chapel!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the terrace inn, the hotel!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">off to the beach!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the boat house...no boats, they're all put away!! it's fall here!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">one of the best parts of bv are the sunsets!!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">I hope you all enjoyed my project on BV. I don't think my pictures do it justice, especially since they were taken in the fall. I will have to do it again next summer, when it's in full bloom! I would love to answer any other questions and will take requests for future blog entries!!</div><br />
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</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-66332347370715526872010-09-13T10:13:00.000-07:002010-09-13T10:13:05.655-07:00Wine Therapist...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span></span></span></span>Since I've started my job at the wine store, somehow I've become a therapist. No complaints here, I love hearing everyones stories, it makes my day go faster and makes me seem a whole lot more sane! I think I've always had one of those faces that people feel compelled to tell their life story to and add a couple samples of wine and people won't leave out a detail. I had a mom and daughter in and they spent about 15 minutes talking about the other sister. Apparently, she's dating a guy that is super possessive, doesn't spend any time with her family anymore and she's the smallest but the scrappiest of the sisters and you don't want to fight with her. BUT, if you want to push her buttons...bring up the fact that she never does anything without her boyfriend. I don't even know the girl's name! Then I had a really "classy" couple in where the husband kept asking for more samples because he "wanted to get lucky", which she replied back each time, "you think you can get luck TWICE today". Didn't need to know that. This is when I normally give either my no teeth grin or all gums grin which means why in the world are you telling me this. Most people take it as a friendly gesture, so the couple felt compelled to repeat this exchange about six more times. Thanks!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">this is how i smile when i don't really want to hear what you're saying<br />
but it's my job so i have to!!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div>I had a group of people from Jersey in the first week I was working. It was my first day by myself and I was a little nervous because if something went wrong, I wasn't sure I could fix it. So, in the middle of the store the mother and daughter get into a huge fight, Jersey style (think Theresa flipping the table on Real Housewives of New Jersey). The daughter was getting married that weekend and she was telling her mom that she has spent so much money on her own wedding and that they had helped out her sister so much more. I thought the mom was going to throw the wine bottles at her....her 3 inch red nails were holding the wine glass, shaking and I was sure she was going to shatter it. I just sat there, not sure what to do. The mom went off on her, every other word was the f word. I just sat there with the dumb no teeth grin, I had no idea what to do. So, as they're fighting they're still picking out wine and bringing it to me. I'm ringing it in as fast as I can just to get them out of here and what do I do??? I hit some key, to this day I'm not sure what it was, and it rings their case of wine three times. Every time I hit the key the total would rise by about $200. This put the mom in another downward spiral. I told her I could fix it, I'd re-ring it and the next thing I know it's $600(should have been around $160)!! I'm literally sweating and taking layers of clothes off. The mom and daughter are taking turns going outside to smoke cigs. I finally had to call the manager and have her talk me through it! I had to pour myself a glass of wine after that one! I was nervous they were going to put a hit out on me, life in the wine bizzzzz is tough!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswMs29okzIxVBh6ahIOvdnChCFX5F65wWtblTs0vWN0lBTDQg0gwQgQZSYU6cP5Kv5_vBkMzLekZ7hyphenhyphenPGm-zaIbBwpuEznBPXdQoN7dst2oon2wP7jfrSTjZPt8uVZiFvva4nbEdIkdG2/s1600/Wine_Glass_Splash.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgswMs29okzIxVBh6ahIOvdnChCFX5F65wWtblTs0vWN0lBTDQg0gwQgQZSYU6cP5Kv5_vBkMzLekZ7hyphenhyphenPGm-zaIbBwpuEznBPXdQoN7dst2oon2wP7jfrSTjZPt8uVZiFvva4nbEdIkdG2/s320/Wine_Glass_Splash.JPG" /></a></div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;">T</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">his brings me to talking to my mom on the phone, which always produces the no teeth grin, which I must say was a definite trait passed down from her. She flashes that grin at least once an hour. My mom called the other day to tell me she worked with a little girl (about 4, I think) at bible study that day and she reminded her of me! Then the laughter started and when my mom laughs, you laugh with her because you know the story is going to be funny...she has a very contagious laugh! I'm picturing a sweet little girl that made her laugh and was nice to the other kids etc. Not the story I got. My mom started to describe her...she was in flip flops, probably hadn't cleaned her feet since June and definitely hadn't seen a hair brush in weeks. Then she tells me at snack time the little girl put her feet on the table while she ate and cried when it was time for a nap. Sounds like a real cute, sweet little girl. So glad I could bring back the good memories. She did tell me there was a difference between the two of us, the little girl had her flip flops on the right feet. I liked wearing them on the wrong feet and I wouldn't switch them, so I spent a couple of summers running around with flip flops on the wrong feet! Doesn't my mom paint such a cute picture of me. She went on to tell me that most years it was until December that they could get my feet clean. In my defense....I was very ticklish and did not like anyone to touch my feet, I still cringe sometimes when I get a pedicure!! AND I was very tender headed and did not like people to brush my hair!! And, just so you know, I would have NEVER put my feet on the table when I was eating(my mom did agree with this statement) and only would have cried if I wasn't tired for nap time!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">just a little disclaimer...i know some really nice people from Jersey, that are very enjoyable and well behaved!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-12354594859160106522010-09-09T17:19:00.000-07:002010-09-09T17:19:39.061-07:00Kayaker Part TWO!You all are not going to believe your blogging eyes when I tell you what I just heard about the kayaker! I was going to my friend's facebook page to comment about the Jersey Housewives Reunion show when I noticed a post from her cousin. They were discussing the kayaker and another person had posted an article from a Cleveland newspaper with the man's obituary. The first comment after the obit. was that the kayaker's Uncle had "died" yeas ago in a boating accident in Canada and his body was never found!!! Can you believe it!! I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried! I am literally in shock! If I knew a detective, I would call him. That could have possibly given the man the idea to fake his death! Are people checking the planes that left the Harbor Springs airport that day. How can we just assume he was swallowed up by the bay??? I need someone to get to the bottom of all of this and I'm wondering if it's going to be sissyunplugged??? Keep your ears and eyes open for any news of the mystery of this missing kayaker in the Little Traverse Bay!<br />
xoxosldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-58878644292918682382010-09-07T18:05:00.000-07:002010-09-07T23:05:13.984-07:00The Kayaker...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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I am one of those people that gets slightly obsessed with headlines in the newspaper (People Magazing/E! News). When Natasha Richardson died after her skiing accident, it took forever for me to get over her death. I remember thinking "is there ever a day that I won't think about Natasha and feel so sad about her death". Here was this stranger, I had no connection to beside watching the Parent Trap, that I mourned for months. I get a tear in my eye just thinking about her mom, Vanessa Redgrave, singing Edelweiss to her before they pulled the plug. How sad, right!! <br />
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So....it was no surprise I became obsessed with the missing kayaker. He disappeared on Friday, August 6th. Here are the facts I know: 1. He left his home around 10:30 am to go kayaking. 2. He was a good kayaker and sometimes would be out for hours. 3. He was a lawyer in Akron, Oh(I know his name, but don't want to disclose it on my blog). 4. I know that he's married and has at least one son, maybe two. 5. The police found his kayak, a shoe, an oar, and his lifejacket. 6. They have NOT found the kayaker. Here are the rumors: 1. He was in debt 2. He has a girlfriend. <br />
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For days after the kayaker went missing the Coast Guard was out searching for him. They had helicopters and lights out the night of his disappearance and they dragged the lake for weeks after. As of today, they haven't found him and I haven't stopped thinking about him or googling his name for any new information since that fateful date. His family put his obituary in the Akron newspaper a few weeks after he went missing and they had a memorial service for him(I debated going...thinking I needed some closure to this whole story!). So, here are the questions I have....Is anyone looking in the Caribbean for him??? What if he IS in debt and wanted to start over with his girlfriend...another good question is, has anyone seen his girlfriend?? I just find it hard to believe that a month later they haven't found him in the bay. I get that he would sink, but other people who have drowned in the lake have been found within days (now that I'm a towny I get insider info). The waves have been huge the past few days and I just don't see how he couldn't wash to shore?? I haven't been able to swim in the lake since he went missing (except one day when i jumped in, but the water was very clear and I could tell there was no bodies floating around and it was REALLY HOT). My biggest fear is to find a dead body in open waters and I feel that since I had an ominous feeling the afternoon he went missing that it might be in my destiny to find his body...or maybe I'll recognize him on vacation on some tropical island??<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the night the kayaker went missing, before i knew he was missing i took a picture of the lake during a wedding reception!</td></tr>
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Ok, so here's the kicker...my friend's brother, Jerms, found a possible clue to the missing man. He likes to dive around the BV bock and on Saturday morning during his dive he found a door knocker in the shape of an anchor with a male 14 K gold wedding band tied to it.<br />
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</tbody></table>So, I'm thinking....could the kayaker have sunk his wedding band, ditched his kayak, life jacket, shoe and paddle and swam over to the harbor springs airport to catch a plane with his girlfriend to a tropical island?? <br />
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And if so, could he let me know, so I can swim in the bay again???!! If I'm wrong and he is somewhere out there in the lake, I do hope his body is found and returned to his family because I'm sure they are having trouble moving on too. Have no fear...I will keep you up to date with any kayaker news I have...until then it will remain a mystery!!<br />
xoxo</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-55307503526630995542010-09-02T12:23:00.000-07:002010-09-02T12:23:45.988-07:00Toppers and Mirror Lookers...I clearly have some time on my hands at the wine store...this is a slow week and it's only going to get slower, so you can look forward to a lot of posts from me! I debated writing about the missing kayaker, but decided with the last post being about cancer, I didn't want my followers (all 7 of you) to think this was going to be a heavy, serious blog about real life issues. Today I am going to discuss toppers and mirror lookers. <br />
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You all have someone in your life that has to top every story or accomplishment you've ever made. They interrupt the last part of your story to start their own story because it's bigger and better. In fact, I hate to admit this, but I could possibly be that topper in your life. I love a good story and I love to tell stories...but please know I do it out of excitement to share something with you, never am I trying to top you! I had a mother and daughter come wine tasting last week and the mom was the topper of the family for sure. The daughter would start a story about a tennis match and before she was done the mom would break in and start her own story and the poor daughter would just sit there smiling and shaking her head. You could tell she was use to it and just kept her mouth shut....she wasn't going to compete with the topper. I had a friend awhile back that would say every morning that the night before had been "the best night ever". I don't doubt that it was fun, but was it really the "best night ever"? Was every night the best night ever?? I was out for some of those nights and while I had fun, I sure hope that's not the best night of my life!<br />
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This brings me to a good mirror looker. Where I work there are mirrors eye level behind me when I give wine tastings. I've had several women who stand a little to the side of me so the entire time they are tasting wine and talking to me, they can stare in the mirror. I've known people like this my entire life. They catch glimpses of themselves in any and every window with a reflection or any mirror they may come across. I don't get it...if you look in the mirror and then look again 5 seconds later will anything change? I had a lady who literally looked at herself during a half hour wine tasting. After she left I went to her spot and tried eating a cracker and having a drink in the mirror, just to see the appeal. Half way through the cracker I was bored and forgot what I was doing. My only conclusion on this was that maybe in a past life they were very, very unattractive and now they can't believe what they see in the mirror and are celebrating their newfound beauty??! Who knows?!<br />
xoxosldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-87840883279185898672010-09-01T19:14:00.000-07:002010-09-01T19:14:08.370-07:00Club Chemo...Wouldn't it be exciting if I was blogging about celebrities I saw out at the club last night...what everyone was wearing, who they were dating...BUT the only club I've been to recently is "Club Chemo". Not a club anyone really wants to go to, but if you have to...why not make it fun??<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>My best friend from college, Mere, was diagnosed with breast cancer in April. It was shocking to say the least. Mere and I have been good friends since our sophomore year. We talk on the phone 2/3 times a day about NOTHING. We're still very stupid and silly and amuse ourselves very easily. We're anything but serious. And all of a sudden, in April, we had something to talk about and it was serious. It went from dumb conversations about Gossip Girl, 90210 and People magazine to what happened at the doctor's office and the treatments Meredith would be getting. I didn't want to see my friend go through this and I really didn't know how to be "serious" about it all. We soon realized that there were certainly times when we needed to be serious but we could tackle cancer with the same sense of humor we handled everything. This is how we started "Club Chemo". Mere's older sister and I went every other Monday to chemo with Mere and enjoyed our time together. How often do you get to sit, uninterrupted, with two good friends?? I know it's easy for me to say because I wasn't feeling the effects from the chemo, but Mere would say the same thing. We truly enjoyed our time at chemo...we played euchre, had my b-day party, made a facebook page for Mere's sister, took jello shots, listened to music, invited "special guest appearances"(friends) and laughed A LOT!<br />
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</tbody></table>In fact, we laughed through a lot of things I thought we would cry through. Mere's husband and I shaved her head on my birthday. I was so nervous about this because I thought it would be really hard on Mere and I had no idea how she would handle it. When we were standing in her shower shaving her head all she kept saying was "I can't believe I'm standing in a pool of brown hair!". Mere is a blonde, don't ever question it. So instead of getting upset, here she was wondering when her hair got so dark! <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>It's situations like these where your true character comes out and Mere handled and is handling (it's not over yet) the situation with amazing courage, a great attitude and a hilarious sense of humor. She is the one with cancer and she is also the person I get my strength from. I worry a lot about her and some days I'm so sad and sick at my stomach wondering how she's doing and how she feels and as soon as I talk to her all my worries and sadness go away because of her attitude. She had one of her breasts removed last week and the first thing she said to me after was if she sounded any different because she only had one boob. HA! That's why I love Mere and we get along so well. She is an amazing friend, wife, mother, sister and soon to be cancer survivor. So, for anyone going through cancer or supporting a friend or family member with cancer just remember to look for positive situations in even the worst of circumstances, it can be done and will make your journey a lot easier!! xoxo<br />
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</div>sldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03392277023195064090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1911897541681893824.post-31541395926145189022010-08-31T20:44:00.000-07:002010-08-31T21:03:42.710-07:00Becoming a blogger....I don't know how to start this, but I feel like I need to admit from the start that I made fun of blogs. I would read them and laugh wondering why people were spending their time blogging to a bunch of people they weren't sure were actually reading or paying attention to what they said. But then, all of a sudden, I realized I was a silent blogger. I would be in the car driving, thinking about what I did that day or something funny would happen and I'd say to myself "that would be funny on the blog"...but the problem was, I didn't have a blog. Here I was, spending all this time composing blogs in my head and I had no one to share them with. So began my journey to writing this blog. Feel free to make fun of me or laugh at what I have to say, but I'm just glad it's now on the internet...not just written in my mind!<br />
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</div><div>This is my spiritual place....where I am the most happy and myself. In the past, after a rough winter, I've always found this place healing and uplifting!! So, it only seemed fitting to stay a few months up here by myself. It all fell into place too easily and I know this is where I should be! I'm trying to expand my knowledge on monogramming and retail experience so I can eventually open a monogram store! While I was debating packing up or staying here until the end of October I had a woman call and ask if I could do embroidery for her store. I couldn't believe how perfect the timing was for the woman to call me, it was the answer I needed of whether to stay up here or not. I also knew that working out of my house would get boring and monotonous, so I applied around town for a job in retail. I wanted to work in a store where I could learn the ins and outs of what it takes to make to run a store and also be successful! So....I got a job in a wine store???! I give tastings and sell as much wine as I can, all while sampling and getting to know each and every wine myself! Getting paid to taste and give tastings to other people is perfect for me! The people I have come in contact with are more than entertaining and will add hours of entertainment to my blog! </div><div><br />
</div><div>And now if you're wondering where the title came from?? I had a hard time with this and still don't love the title. Sissy is my nick name and my friends have said that after a few cocktails, I don't stop talking and am unplugged....so, that's the title for now! Enjoy!</div><div>xoxo<br />
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