tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46778071535287330342026-08-12T07:01:30.349-07:00When the whole world is making you nuts, a little Sanity-Maintenance is a must! You might discover that you really are crazy, but you will also realize that you are not alone!prettygentleonehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03225989960121919759noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4677807153528733034.post-54264651991002062392009-03-26T10:22:00.000-07:002009-03-26T10:24:33.868-07:00

If you'd like to follow my antics, I'll be continuing my Blogging activities at these places: http://lifeunderarock.wordpress.com/andhttp://untidymind.com/blog/Three are a bit much to handle. :)

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After your shower, before you apply ANY moisturizer... you must get the water out of your ears with the Q-tips swabs FIRST. Trying to swirl those little buggers around with freshly lubed hands is next to impossible.

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I admit it. Pepsi makes me pee. A LOT. Okay, I can't definitively accuse Pepsi of doing it. It could be old age creeping up on me. But, then again, I drink lots and lots of tea (my drug of choice) and I don't have "that gotta go feeling" like I do after one glass of Pepsi.

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What the hell? Why is it everything I love (or dear hubby loves) go away, never to be seen again. Some examples include...When hubby was diagnosed with diabetes a few years ago, we went on the hunt for some small sweet treats he could indulge in occasionally. We found at WalMart, a reduced sugar/carbohydrate chocolate and strawberry mousse type frozen treat in small individual containers for

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It never ceases to amaze me how losing one hour of sleep can really mess you up when the spring time change comes around. Where I work, a lot of the residents were late for breakfast, and a few even late for lunch, because they kept forgetting the time had moved forward one hour. I, like millions of other people, had to get up an hour earlier. This after working a 12 hour shift the day before.

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Today's Writing Assignment: The Rule of 5's.In a search engine of your choice, enter a word with at 5 letters that starts with a p and ends with an s. When the results come up, go to the 5th page, click on the 5th result. Copy the entire 5th full line of text (excluding headers, titles, etc) and paste it into your blog, notepad, or where ever you prefer to write. Start your writing out by

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UPDATE regarding our complaint filed with the FCC: I got another response from the FCC today. If you haven't read my previous post, you can read it here. This is the last response from the FCC: Hello, Since you have only been on the Do Not Call List approximately 9 days, I decided to complete a 1088 Schedule D for you using the same information (complaint number XX-XXXXXXXXX. This

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AKA The Inglush LangwidgeThere should be a class: Writing With a Sharpie Marker In The Workplace Break Areas 101Can we say, "Duh?"

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This is story about me. It was contrived by my dithyrambic imagination. It's a story of when I'm well past retirement, sick in my body, as well as my mind. When giving a shit doesn't matter anymore. When I just want to sleep, left alone and in peace. A time in my life when I'll do anything to be able to do just that. On a bad day at work, this is me, standing at the foot of the bed. I have

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Anyone else go looking for him? Better yet, has anyone else found George? I go in spurts, crazy little addicted bursts, where that's all I do. Even bought myself a stamp for my birthday to speed along my innocent fun. The stamp was actually hubby's idea.So, Where is George? He traveled from Lancaster, OH to Chicago, IL in 68 days and 27 minutes, for a total of 307 miles. He averaged 4.5

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A few days ago, I invented a new word. Screwards. As in Screwed with a Rewards Card scheme from a well known company. (Please note: this is a re-post from my other blog.) Lots of companies have some form of rewards gimmick for their “loyal” customers… gas stations, grocery stores, department stores, credit card companies, automotive parts stores… the list goes on. Today I developed a huge

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Oh, the joy. I know it's coming. I can feel it. PMDD. While I've never been officially diagnosed with it, just a little research on the internet and reading from some reliable sources (such as WebMD, Mayo Clinic, to list just a couple), I have no doubt this is mine to claim. I've wondered for years what my problem is (and why it seems to be getting worse), and I guess, now I know.Let's

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I just posted this same review on our local yahoo yellowpages. I'd like to pat myself on the back, too, for having the most thorough review on yahoo. :) (I changed this one just a smidge, to make it a little more personal.) Anyway, this is my take on our local Tumbleweed Southwest Grill. We'd never been there, and they always looked so good on TV, but then again, almost everything looks good

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Right now, the FCC is starting to act like FEMA when Hurricane Katrina hit New Orleans. At least, that's my opinion... Soon, I'll present a letter I just drafted and sent to one Mr. Tignor at the FCC. The letter itself should explain the problem. But first, let me give you a little background. On February 11, 2009 I filed a complaint online with the FCC about phone number 201-917-7303 from

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I'm at work one fine afternoon, trying to help one of my fellow nurses get caught up on her work because she's having a rough day, which included a new admission. The doctor leaves some new orders, as he so frequently does, one of which read: Find out from this patient's family what type of insulin he was on and how much he took before he was admitted to the hospital. There were several other

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