tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52158741293701866862024-02-07T18:57:24.908-08:00I am not as boring as I think I am...~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-74206183150911180512016-10-08T21:21:00.000-07:002016-10-08T21:21:08.326-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The corners of my lips are upturned ever so slightly... although they feel stitched into place. A smile so fake and insincere. The weight of the world tugs them ever lower... An aching, empty heart plagued by constant uneasiness is reflected in the dull green of my eyes. The rich, vibrant color they once were... the playfulness and mischief, are long gone... Only to be replaced by utter distrust and loneliness. The true caring, determination and belief in all things better, being beaten and changed by time. Foolishness to believe such things...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Where has that sweetness disappeared to? Why is there no more certainty in my thoughts?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am naught but a broken woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Incapable of so much, it seems.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A shattered soul. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-59016453274216197432015-09-23T14:30:00.001-07:002015-09-23T14:33:56.128-07:00Ugh<p dir="ltr">Why is it that I have to be the bigger person? I don't give you back handed compliments. I try to always be positive with you. I don't rain on your parade. I purposely don't engage you in topics I know will cause an argument. I've forgiven bad behavior. I've let go of hurt feelings. I have overlooked selfish attitudes and rude comments. A thousand forced smiles... a hundred and one bitten tongues. <br>
...And yet,  I am the one who should be the bigger person. The one who should make more allowances for your poor behavior...<br>
...and you wonder why I simply no longer care to engage.</p>
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Brightly colored green pokes up between the gravel. Weeds and grass are slowly reclaiming the tracks through the forest floor. Gleaming steel of the tracks has long since paled and dulled... matching the color of the earth around. Hiding a path that once was. A path to somewhere new- a second chance at a new start... Hope... A path home, after being gone for far too long... Comfort returned... The once strong and steady wheels that carried those folks on their journey, have slowed, then stopped and hardened into place. Never to move again. The red rust makes sure of that. The carriages- once cozy and grand- are now naught but a skeleton. The grandeur scavenged, and a shell of what once was, left to crumble under nature's wrath. Faded memories of the past.</div>
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~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-32698224717479067752013-02-28T11:28:00.001-08:002013-02-28T11:28:39.630-08:00Random thoughtJust a bit of rambling as the issue popped up today...<br />
Working in a (mainly) geriatric practice can definitely have it's ups and downs.<br />
And having worked here as long as I have, you tend to become familiar with patients you see year after year.... <br />
You deal with people who are not in the best health, and thereby being in the the best of moods.<br />
You lose patients on a weekly basis.<br />
You see people "decline" due to age related medical problems... Including dementia and Alzheimers...<br />. . .<br />
Had a patient come in today, whom we've been seeing on a yearly basis almost as long as I have been here... A wonderful lady... Her outlook on life so positive. Her attitude ever pleasant... Just a few years beyond her early retirement... Barely 60... And dealing with MS. All of the problems this debilitating disease cause... All of the ways it is quickly, and harshly effecting her life... When she should be enjoying her "Golden Years" with her newly retired husband... (and watching as every 6 months or more she comes in and you can tell how the disease has progressed) And even more amazed at what a bright person she continues to be despite all of her aches, her pains, her frustrations... <br />
We should all aspire to live life so fearlessly, and to enjoy what has been given to us~ because you never know when that special gift, that is life, will be taken away...~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-45599043331661334192012-04-23T16:58:00.003-07:002015-01-26T20:33:20.193-08:00Thought...<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Human thought and action never ceases to amaze me.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br /><span style="color: #274e13;"></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The capacity of the heart to love and give, and to whom we love and give is never ending and truly an enigma... There is the group that I may have only known a short while but have felt like I've known forever... They keep me on my toes and remind me that laughter is often the best medicine. There are those that I have known forever, some even a lifetime, and still discover new things about them all the time; they are the ones that challenge me to be a better me, remind me of who I am when I seem to forget, stand by my side through thick and thin, try to protect my heart and love me unconditionally... They are the ones I would drop everything for, rearrange my schedule for an important (or even semi-important) event~ if it is important to them, it is important to me... The selfless acts that come from that love is never ending and always more than rewarding. An infinite chain of caring, understanding, nuturing love with which makes a heart sing, a relationship grow, and make me an ever better person...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then there are those that I know ~ whether a week or a lifetime be, that I shall never understand. Those who's lives are not pliable enough to take in the infinite opportunities afforded to them. The ones who put up a front, strictly for show. Time and again they miss life and those who want them in it... Too blind to others to see the hurt they cause... While others would kill for similar opportunites, to have even an ounce of of possible happiness that is sure to bring...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia;">Why, oh why, are such precious times wasted on the insignificant? The once in a lifetime events, where precious memories are made, placed by the wayside... So truly sad...</span>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-12513218709114442972010-05-14T12:45:00.000-07:002015-01-26T21:05:30.287-08:00What is...<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>One of my friends posed a question on one of the popular social networking sites... And it really got me thinking...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>"What is love?"</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>A simple question- you would think. But as I was formulating my answer, the answer becomes so complex, I realize I may never be able to actually answer- coherently, anyways...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Love cannot be described in a word, nor a single sentence. In fact- I could try a lifetime to try to describe it, and never fully be able to convey the depth and meaning of this tiny little four letter word.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Love is a feeling, an action, and ideal...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>It is visible in the amount of energy and zest with which we approach life, the way we interact with our family and friends, and even complete strangers.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Love is demonstrated in our willingness to care about what is going on in the world around us, our willingness to become involved in each others lives, our willingness to take control of our own life.</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Love is caring, wanting, respecting, honoring, trusting. Feeling safe... Seeing a special treasure in what you have (whether physical, theoretical or emotionally)... Innocence... It is the ability to just let go. To be at peace...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Whether you are relating to a thing, a place, an idea, or another person- love is all of these things combined and ever so much more... Love is unexplicable... Love- is completely amazing, complex, and uncomparable to anything in this world...</em></span>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-2432877146690256742009-08-05T22:47:00.000-07:002015-01-26T21:06:24.186-08:00A possible way out?<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Please don't read into this anymore than ranting- trying to find an escape from pure nervousness in the short, short days leading up to my surgery... The nervousness I keep feeling is just driving me batty- and I had to find some way of channeling it, before it consumed what little is left of my sanity...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>My thoughts twist and turn about- around and around... Sliding from the improbable to the impossible to the very likely to the terrifying... And back again. Thoughts intensified by my extreme exhaustion. Amplified terror, caused by the possible realities that exist. And excessive thinking- even by my standards, due to the effects the heavy medications I am taking. No rest for the weary. No sleep in sight- slumber eludes me- no matter how I attempt to coax it from hiding. If it is at all possible to actually catch a few winks, terrifying dreams plague my semi-benumbed brain, and in turn, send me- screaming- into a state of consciousness again... A vicious circle never-ending... My thoughts and actions having been on auto-loop for over a year and a half... The original copy is getting old, marred and unreadable... It's getting difficult to remember how things once were... A distant memory of times better spent...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>I keep trying to convince myself that I have made the correct decision... To go ahead and have this set of procedures done. It isn't required, but the end results can only be positive- compared with where I am now... It seems that convincing everyone else was the easy part. Convincing myself, and easing my own fears is harder than ever imagined... And I find myself questioning myself every hour of every day... </em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>I have managed to discuss the particulars with everyone with any questions- from my dad and step-mom, who weren't so keen on surgery, even as an option- but once I explained the results of the MRI and expected results of the procedures- are far more than supportive; to my mother- who has had a semi-similar procedure and thinks that I am going to have similar problems afterwards- like she did; to my co-workers who were keen on the idea of me feeling better; to one of the doctors I work with, who has had similar problems- and literally just came back from having the same procedure- only slightly higher in the spine; to my eleven year-old sister- who is terrified that they are "going to mess up on me like they did on mom".</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>I can explain the procedure- laminotomy at L4-5, Bilateral Laminotomy at L3-4 with possible Laminectomy, foraminotomy at both L3-4 and L4-5, </em></span><a href="http://www.spineuniverse.com/displayarticle.php/article554.html"><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>(http://www.spineuniverse.com/displayarticle.php/article554.html</em></span></a><span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>). Basically, they are going to cut and maneuver their way through my back (skin, fat and muscles) to my spine; drill a small hole at L4-5, remove all the herniated material from the disk, and shave the bone down near where the nerve exits the spinal column; and repeat the same procedure at L3-4, perhaps with having to remove part of the bone to get to all of the herniated material (far worse at this disc), and shaving the bone on both sides; close wound; wake me up; and hope and pray for the best possible outcome...</em></span><br />
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<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>What has caused the need for this... The process of the doctor making a determination of need... The required aftercare... And even my reasoning for deciding to go through with this... All of this I can explain, logically and rationalize in my head... Yet unadulterated fear still grips me- tightly within its claws. And I cannot settle these somewhat illogical fears that stream through my head. I don't understand why they are seeping into every thought, every crevice within my brain. All of which frustrates and irritates every last cell in my body. Not being in complete and utter control of my own thoughts and actions aggravates me, makes me doubt my core fundamentals, and petrifies me.</em></span><br />
<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: times new roman;"><em>Why can I not see, and accept, that this procedure is a possible way out of the pain-induced hell that has been my life for the past year and a half? Do I not deserve to be free from constant agony; the searing pain that tears through my lower back, and races, unimpeded down my left hip and leg- stopping only once it has reached the ground, then bounces back up what is left of my nerves, only to repeat the circuit once it has reached my lower back again... The muscle spasms that rack my beaten body and cause my eyes to release pent up tears, have a chance of disappearing... Ceasing... Why is my head fighting this possibility of freedom from such physical torment..? I just don't understand...</em></span>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-10358266997654130452009-07-12T19:51:00.000-07:002009-07-12T20:09:58.802-07:00Happy Birthday!<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lhMkvKuc70r2geZenjKpZnyO425jreY66ID0BbbZSuz0yTC2FefafOuMJXcbom3YHyKpCo3D6s2qxqzGz2LdXuBpeOwkMKz6zQHSvESwKmMoZCmQWBBJ-BtHtGVOqdSXEGKv7obaRHI/s1600-h/cake.jpg"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357774535697207138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1lhMkvKuc70r2geZenjKpZnyO425jreY66ID0BbbZSuz0yTC2FefafOuMJXcbom3YHyKpCo3D6s2qxqzGz2LdXuBpeOwkMKz6zQHSvESwKmMoZCmQWBBJ-BtHtGVOqdSXEGKv7obaRHI/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;">Happy Birthday, to you...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;">Happy Birthday, to you...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;">Happy Birthday, dearest Krista....</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;">Happy Birthday, to you...</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"></a></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357776069120615538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s320/double+forked.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"></a></span> </div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Just wanted to wish a Happy Birthday to my youngest niece... My punkin.... Miss Krista <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIGffMRGN1-4BA7tWgr6GZeR3gbLenVp14vAOXgv1ft8Io8Q37Ix2i5t_0DQmvwzcfxkbIj8C53DhEnnXCBADuGp7Y0HXQU9SokgkeM9BgsOtImYSj7ELhd_AKBiER5Wr2O3XwMec57yU/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"></a>herself!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7njh7BdkXJ0CEzLCo-zkPbXArxg946X52AFi7X5o1Y0DclDJHlDYhh9x9FqXuPjB41cQX61DDA8j1sP8GbpAMiHLHl7loiLGwcjD8AlpnVdZsDhDB6YwmOtGmMgxMX7HsDHd-sT8GB-4/s1600-h/double+forked.jpg"></a></span></div></div></div>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-69587666148380140952009-04-09T14:40:00.000-07:002009-04-14T16:42:36.129-07:00What makes me tick....<span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Someone once asked me what makes me tick. I get easily irritated by many things... Usually I can keep my temper in check... But there are a few things that really irritate me, and one that just leaves me unhinged...<br /><br />The definition of entitled is to give a person a title, right, or claim to something: His executive position entitled him to certain courtesies rarely accorded others. Entitled: to be privileged, honored, privy to, indulged.<br /><br />Too many people have this asinine sense of entitlement. They think that they have a right to certain privileges, items and opportunities that the general population isn't typically allowed- at the expense of those around them.<br /><br />Two incidents have sparked this current rant of mine.<br /><br />The first are certain patients at work. Specifically, a few <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Medi</span>-Cal patients. I am not irritated with all <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Medi</span>-Cal patients in general. I am very thankful that those programs exist for people who NEED it. They give medical care to people who have lost their job, single parents who can't quite make ends meet, foster children, just to name a few groups of people this tax-payer, government funded program aids... I AM highly irritated by the people on this program that feel they are entitled to things that are above and beyond "typical" coverage.<br /><br />A short synopsis of where I work, to better understand... I work in an optometry office in a retirement area. There are smaller communities nearby with younger families, as well. We have patients of all income levels, all walks of life. Because of government overspending and budget problems, providers that take the program, who only get paid a very small percentage of their usual fees to start with, are now having to accept another decrease in their payments. No problems so far- we don't have issues seeing these patients- who for the most part, are thankful they have any coverage at all. BUT... We have patients come into our office annoyed and angry that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Medi</span>-Cal doesn't cover designer frames and upgraded eyeglass lenses. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Medi</span>-Cal program covers the bare minimum. You have to have a certain strength of prescription before they will even consider covering the glasses; the coverage is every two years; they only cover certain frames; they cover basic lenses- no tints, no coatings, no specialty lenses; and they take awhile to come back to us- glasses for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Medi</span>-Cal patients are made by the California State Prisons system- and our county specifically by Valley State Prison for Women- <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Chowchilla</span>. Yes- prisoners make the glasses- and they actually do a pretty good job. They do take awhile to be made though, because of all the security it has to go through- typical turn-around time- three weeks. And heaven forbid if their is a security problem- i.e. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">LOCKDOWN</span>, at the prison- because it takes even longer. Anyways- I digress... We have certain patients who are on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Medi</span>-Cal program, that do nothing but complain about everything. It just annoys me that these people have the nerve to complain about things that are FREE to them. That they feel entitled to those things that most people have to work their butts off to pay for! UGH!<br /><br />The second part of the rant- includes people who feel they are entitled to certain privileges COMBINED with inhumane treatment of other people- specifically family members. There are very few things that I believe people are entitled, or have rights to... The basic principles this country is founded upon, is about it. </em></span><br /></span><div align="left"><blockquote><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that </em></span><a title="All men are created equal" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/All_men_are_created_equal"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>all men are created equal</em></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are </em></span><a title="Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Life,_liberty_and_the_pursuit_of_happiness"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness</em></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>."</em></span></div></blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>I believe nobody is ENTITLED to anything more than that. If you want more- you need to work hard and earn it yourself. Nothing is handed to you on a silver platter- nor a golden one either. If you want an elevated status amongst your peers- you must earn it. If you want nicer things in life, you need to work hard, make some money and earn it.<br /></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>The level by with which you are treated needs to earned as well. In my eyes, each person is automatically given a level of respect when I first meet them. The way they handle themselves and relate to me from there on out- dictates the amount of trust, and respect I have for them. And most people are the same way. You are granted a neutral stance, and you can either go up or down from there. Trust must be earned, and can be quickly lost. Even family members fall into this category. You treat another family member poorly- you don't DESERVE, and are not entitled to be treated fairly. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Civily</span>- yes, in most cases. But in no way, shape or form are you entitled to treatment similar to someone who treats you well- whether your title is mom or dad, or the person you see daily at the post office. </em></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>While I am on this current rant- a mention that no family member is entitled to any form of gift, be it monetary, time, or items. And I am not meaning gifts in general- although that is part of it- I am meaning above and beyond the normal. Someone has some extra cash- you are not entitled to it. Someone has an extra ticket to a game- you are not entitled to it. Someone has an extra plane ticket- guess what- you aren't entitled to it. You are not entitled to such things from a parent. You are not entitled to such things from a sibling. You are not entitled to such things from a spouse. And especially not from a child- no matter what age that child may be.<br /></em></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em>Am done whining and complaining about people's false sense of entitlement. It does no good- and as much as one can try- people with attitudes like this cannot be changed... They can be ignored though... So, guess what, all you people in my life that have an outrageously false sense of entitlement- I am ignoring you. </em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663300;"><em></em></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="color:#663300;">Childish- most definitely- But- oh well- I am entitled to it (wink)...<wink></span></em></span></div>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-69066948346959204712009-03-09T22:51:00.000-07:002009-03-09T23:13:15.583-07:00What...?What do you do when a friend is hurting...? When their whole life seems to be falling apart and you don't have all or any of the details...? No answers to who... Where... What... How... When... or why... You have no idea how to proceed, how to advise... They are too far away to just take them in your arms and hold them close and hope some simple kindness and the touch of another person- a friend, someone with their best interests at heart- will ease some of their angst... Stress eats at their soul... Odd behavior from friends devours their heart and last shreds of sanity... What do you do? Poetic words have no effect. Brutal honesty does nothing. Reassurance and logical advice- hardly make a scratch in their spiraling world... Nothing makes sense... Any logical answers don't fit into place. Everything is inside out and backwards... Nothing makes sense...<br />It is their role to find their own way in life... To find their destiny... But a friendly person to walk beside and keep you company- should never be turned away... How can you be that friendly person- and walk that tightrope- that fine line- alongside the person- all whilst blindfolded? Scared to death to lean too far one way or the other- as you might fall- causing that friend of yours to topple from their rope... Terrified to cause them anymore pain and suffering...<br />What, oh what, do you do...?~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-85423612226154750312009-03-07T17:32:00.001-08:002009-03-07T17:33:35.967-08:00Please Please BLOG!I was told I need to BLOG...<br />Haven't a clue what to blog about- so need some suggestions...<br />Please...~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-33206537886428358312009-01-28T20:33:00.000-08:002009-01-28T20:37:03.187-08:00Untitled<em><span style="color:#000099;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Tears trickle down my sad, sad face...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Sweet memories, I can't erase...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Feeling lost, and all alone...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">Thinking about, how much my girls have grown...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">A loss, a hurt no time can mend...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">No advice, can you send...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">You went and left me without an ear...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">No way for you to listen, to ease my fear...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">I promise, I won't continue to be sad...</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#000099;">It's just that, right now, I need my dad...</span></em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-6243216804441618922008-12-12T11:48:00.000-08:002008-12-14T23:28:55.307-08:00Another Topic Answered...Holiday Desserts...<br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mmmmmmmmmmmm</span>.....<br /><br /><br /><br />I won't even try to deny it... I have a sweet tooth. And the holidays are my downfall... Well, Christmas to be exact. I can easily get through Valentine's Day with chocolate flowing all about... Easter~ the tiny little plastic eggs filled with sweet treats~ no problem... Halloween~ a little harder to get through~ merely because of all the varieties of sweet candies available~ but I can manage to pull out what little will power I have to resist... Thanksgiving~ a little indulgence in a slice of pie~ but not that much of a temptation...<br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas rolls around~ and any will power I may claim to possess, disappears... Cookies... Christmas cookies... Specifically the Grandmas' cookies~ my Grandmas (plural)... It wouldn't be so bad if it was just the one Grandma that was the sensational baker~ but there are two...<br /><br />And one of them lives in the same house...<br /><br /><br /><br />(ALARM BELLS SOUNDING)<br /><br />My dad's mom, my "regular" Grandma, comes down to visit at Christmas time. And with her comes homemade fudge~ still hanging onto a bit of the sugar grains, to make the fudge not quite melt in your hand- but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">definitely</span> melt in your mouth... The moment it hits your tongue- the sweet granular <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chocolate</span> melts, and bliss! Oh- and it doesn't end there... Chocolate chip cookies~ of course, laden full of chocolate chips and tons of nuts... Sinfully sweet... And my favorite~ the sugar cookies... Perfectly made... The cookie itself isn't super sweet, just enough to distinguish it from a bland dough... And so soft~ the way sugar cookies should be made... But the frosting~ in fun, bright and often festive colors~ sweet and perfect... I remember making these cookies on special <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">occasions</span> as a little girl... Mixing the ingredients... Rolling the dough out thin enough so that you didn't end up with a super thick cookie... Stamping out fun shapes~ whichever the season warranted~ and Grandma had shapes for all the different seasons. Christmas tress, stars, snowmen, hearts, eggs, bunnies~ you name it~ she had it... Watching through the oven door as they baked... Waiting as patiently as possible as they cooled enough to be able to frost them... Spoons, knives, forks, piping bags~ they were all tools used to put icing on the cookies... Followed by any type of candy that could be imagined. Sprinkles of all colors, shapes and sizes... Red hots, licorice, chocolate pieces, nuts, coconut... You name it it could go on the cookie... And these treasures~ that I remember so fondly from my childhood appear every Christmas in my Grandma's hands as she comes through the door...<br /><br /><br /><p>My other Grandma who bakes is my step-mom's mom~ Grandma Maggie... This is the one who lives in the same house. And while I don't have the fond memories of having baked with her as a child~ the cookies are still a wonderful treat... All sorts of German cookies... Oh my goodness... Jelly rolls, walnut cookies, "snails" (a walnut cookie with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">poppy seed</span> type filling dusted in powdered sugar), spice cookies, pound cakes with cherries and brandy, chocolate chip oatmeal, fruit cake, window jam cookies... The list goes on and on... Sweet confections to tempt me~ and make me crumble to my knees as I give in... It wouldn't be so bad normally... But come the first part of December~ the house begins to smell~ the sounds of the older machines begin... Cookies are being crafted~ as only a true master of one's art could create... Thankfully~ as of now, the supply of cookies I am allowed to nibble on has dwindled to nought... And I refuse to open the tin containers they are kept in~ because even though I have been given free leave to open them, as soon as I do my favorites, the "snails" will quickly cease to exist... And I would hate to be the reason nobody else gets to taste these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">delectable</span> treats (because the copious amounts made are given to family members all around southern California~ although I don't think they quite treasure them as much as I do)...</p><p>I do hope though~ that one day the masters will pass along their secrets~ so that the sinfully sweet treats that I so treasure won't be lost forever...</p>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-25542165417305351822008-12-09T15:22:00.001-08:002008-12-09T15:23:32.309-08:00Heh...<em>And you all thought I was a good writer... </em><br /><em>I default to the master...</em><br /><em></em><br /><a href="http://completelyfroggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust.html">http://completelyfroggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/trust.html</a>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-33736110049716301432008-12-07T21:31:00.000-08:002008-12-07T22:06:10.170-08:00Topic Answered...<em>So I asked about topics people wanted me to answer/address... </em><br /><br /><em>~How I spent my Thanksgiving this year...</em><br /><br /><em>~My thoughts on Polygamy</em><br /><br /><em>And I received only two other suggestions... And am going to answer one here...</em><br /><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Why do I not like mangoes?</em><br /><br /><em>Yes that was a question somebody wanted answered... I do not know why~ but they did~ so here is my best try...</em><br /><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277293809982013026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjguWh5mDK-dDej0bKBuAVe4TBOGviM1dWv2dJgjlJv76QEyEnEjRCc5CfpFpLXWpPkSyw46LlGoVhJ7SnG6mgAlbmOym8TCJRVrkLkEW1_8MhrfzNJmos33zOz6LL6W4CncLJJ4j-9Je8/s320/mango.jpg" border="0" /><br /></em><br /><br /><em>Mangoes are cultivated throughout many tropical regions in the world~ with its mainstay in India and Southeast Asia... It is widely distributed around the world. "...Mango is one of the most extensively exploited fruits for food, juice, flavor, fragrance and color..." They are very healthy for you too~ with lots of phytochemicals, vitamin C, and other good nutrients...</em><br /><br /><em>And I must agree~ they are a beautiful fruit... The skin on the fruit, at least those available here in California, are usually a bright green with patches of blushing red and rich yellow... The skin is nice and smooth and firm... The scent of the fruit is very exotic... Depending on if you get a unripe or ripe piece~ you can have a sweetly sour scent that makes your jaw tingle and ache~ or a sensuously sweet scent that makes your mouth water with want... The inside of the fruit is a brilliant yellow-orange~ like the orange in the last rays of the sunset.</em><br /><br /><em>The colors, the smells of this fruit completely entice me... I have candles made with this scent... I have body washes and lotions made with its scent...</em><br /><br /><em>I just don't like the taste... There is no other explanation~ Sorry to disappoint!</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>(Smiles) I need other suggestions please...</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-22829131100849888912008-12-04T13:15:00.000-08:002008-12-04T23:30:51.069-08:00Rambling...<em>Ok~ not a typical post from me again... Just a "need to get something out of my head before I totally flip out or think myself to death" type post.</em><br /><br /><em>I go to the doctors office again today. For another cortisone-type shot that is "supposed" to ease some of the pain I am getting in my lower back and hip joints... I say supposed, because the first one I had in October didn't help at all. In fact, I ended up worse than I was before the shot. At least then I was able to move~ it was only a dull constant annoyance that occasionally flared up if I put too much strain on my back. Now~ anytime I move, even to turn to look over my shoulder while I am sitting, sends bolts of hot searing pain from my lower back down through my hip and into my lower leg... And not just one shooting pain that lasts for a brief second or two~ it is constant. Hopefully this will work... I pray it does, because one can only tolerate so much pain before it drives them insane... (which happens to be a VERY short drive in my case)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So... I went to the doctors... I am not feeling much of anything at the current moment~ as the doctor numbed me really well... Actually, after he first put some local anesthetic in my rump (which is where they did the procedure)- he started the procedure and I could still feel what he was doing~ so more numbing medicine went in... He put enough in that he was worried about me being able to walk afterwards~ so I was told I HAD to leave the hospital in a wheelchair, was not allowed to drive for the next 12 hours, and I was to remain very still~ no extra movement~ he was worried I might try to walk and because I can't feel much of my leg nor how it is operating~ might inadvertently injure myself... So~ I am almost completely helpless... Which does NOT sit well with me... I do not like being waited on, nor babied... And my dad, bless his sweet heart, told me he knows how much I love being treated that way- but I was to suck it up and follow the doctors orders... Which sorta pissed me off even more...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>They did a different type of injection this time. It is still a steroid-type shot, but instead of doing it in my spinal column (sticking a needle between my vertebrae and vertebral discs- and injecting the medication), they did the procedure in my sacral illiac joint... Where? Basically the spot where my spine meets my hip... It is a teeny tiny little spot they have to be able to get in... So, since the space is so small~ they do x-rays during the procedure to make sure that the placement of the needle is as accurate as can be... I think they must have done at least dozen or more x-rays during the whole procedure... Did I mention that the needle they stuck me with was six~ yes, SIX inches long???</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am hoping against all hope that this helps more than the last one did... Because I don't have many options after this... I know even the doctor was a bit concerned though~ because most people get at least two or three weeks of relief with the initial injection they gave me... And almost nobody has an increase in pain (like I did)... He was so concerned that he actually increased the amount of medicine he injected me with... By 20 units... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So (crossing fingers) I hope this works... Just had to get it out of my head... Was worried this morning... And even during the procedure~ because I really wasn't sure what to expect even though the doctor had simply explained the procedure to me when I went in for an initial consultation (unless you've had it done before, you really can't grasp it)... Okay~ I am tired now... Gonna haul my lifeless limb into bed and hope that the dear Sandman finds me quickly and keeps me drawn under for a long time...</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-72600700588689710822008-12-02T21:36:00.000-08:002008-12-02T21:37:51.338-08:00Topic Requests...<em>I am plum out of ideas for blogging... Need topic suggestions from "my readers"... Please- Or the blogs will only continue as events randomly come up in life... Which, seeing as how boring my life is, may be quite some time in the making...Thanks!</em><br /><br /><em>Just copied and pasted from my earlier request for topics... Still looking for topic ideas... Want to get a few to choose from before I write again...</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-69751476969736126642008-12-01T21:55:00.000-08:002008-12-01T22:23:37.482-08:00Topic Requested: Thanksgiving<em>Thursday, November 27th, 2008... </em><br /><em>Thanksgiving Day...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>We wake up early... Cool air... Rain falling from the ominous clouds in the sky... Long drive...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"Family" trip to SeaWorld... I put family in quotes, because although I am not "technically" a part of the family, I have been sort of adopted into it... For better or worse... They have a piece of my heart...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>We are welcomed, upon pulling off the highway, by pounding rain... The droplets pelted the truck so hard and so fast the wipers could barely keep up... Is the whole day going to be like this???</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Pulling into line, waiting for the parking lot to open... The droplets fizzle to a light sprinkle... Just enought to keep the window wet... Half hour later (because we got there sooooo early), we exit the truck and head for the entrance to the park... Just an occassional sprinkle falling from the sky... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>No lines... We quickly enter, and head to check in at the special events counter... All checked in~ we head to breakfast... Breaskfast~ with "Shamu"... Well technically all seven of their orca whales dined with us at some point in time... Bobbie couldn't take her eyes away from the action, thus hardly eating anything... The rest of us enjoyed the buffet style breakfast, and the marine lesson from the whale trainers...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Done eating~ shows over... We head to my favorite thing at the park... The ray pool... Bat rays, sting rays... Yes they are sooooo slimy... But they are soooo cool! This is the one place in the park I make sure to visit each time I come... Watching them glide through the water... Peaceful... Feeding them~ fun... Watching the kids be amazed by these creatures, and being able to get so close to them is sensational... We each take turns feeding them... Even Tammy and Bobbie take a stab at it... Although, I don't think they will offer to feed them on the next trip...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Indoor aquarium... Glow in the dark fishes... See through fishes... Poisonous frogs... All fun...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Shark encounter... The guide specifically tells Tammy that the kids are not to be thrown into the shark pool no matter how tempting it may seem... Krista likes seeing the fishies in the water... She tries to touch them... Tammy threatens to throw a kid into the pool~ I remind her that the guide specifically told HER she could not... Family picture at the end of the exhibit...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Manatee rescue... We sit and watch the manatees and alligator gar fish lazily swim about... Krista and Bobbie are having fun following them about...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Time for the dolphins... Krista finally falls asleep~ albeit a short nap only... Bobbie, Tammy and Robert come out in wetsuits... I step into photographer mode... Snap snap snap... Pictures taken as fast as possible to capture this once in a lifetime experience... Laughing, splashing, dancing, hugging and kissing a dolphin... Wow! How cool is that???</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Missing panties...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Rumbly tummys... No~ Tammy doesn't want pizza... What is the next restaurant? A health food type place... Grumble grumble... We decide to eat there... "Healthy" bread (ie. not white), lots of lettuce and tomato; fat free mayo; baked chips~~~ GROSS... Krista and I were the only ones to finish our lunch/dinner... She ate carrots and raisins... Me~ a turkey wrap... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A quick glance at the otters... Watch a guy swim through the dolphin tank picking up stuff that was thrown into the water... </em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Then head towards the exit... Ruffle through the gift shops... Head out to the truck... Leave...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>All three in the backseat fall asleep on the way home...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Fun, to say the very least... Have to make an effort to head back soon... Hopefully when I feel well enough to participate better... Or allow someone to rent me a scooter... Although, I would rather take the former rather than the latter...</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-29754325856975000762008-11-30T10:57:00.000-08:002008-11-30T14:30:14.788-08:00Alternative Relationships<em>(Warning: This was a suggested topic... Not my idea... But you wanted it, so here it is... A discussion of the topic in general and my opinion on it...)</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Polygamy is defined as "the practice or condition of having more than one spouse"...</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Polygamy does not just refer to the practice of a man having multiple wives (polygyny), it can also refer to a woman having multiple husbands (polyandry), or "family units" containing several couples who live together and as a group raise children and take care of properties (group marriage). Although, polygyny is the most common form of polygamy.</em><br /><br /><em>Instances of polygamy are found throughout Africa, Middle East and East Asia (with smaller practicing groups found all over the world). There is evidence of such relationships dating back to biblical times, and before... Polygamy can even be found within different religious sects; there are documented case within Buddhism, Hinduism, Judaism, Christianity, Islamic and Mormon faiths.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>"A popular joke with Mark Twain has Twain asked to cite a Scripture reference that forbids polygamy, and he responds with, 'No man can serve two masters.' "</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Is it feasible in today's society for a polygamist relationship to work? Depends... Would it be easy? Definetly not...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I am not going to speak from a religious perspective- I am just going to speak about the idea in general- assuming those ADULTS in this "alternative relationship" are there willingly. The idea of "sister wives" is intriguing... Someone to help with housework; someone to help raise and care for children. Perhaps an extra income to the household (depending upon the faith that is being practiced)... But along with the good, comes the bad... Loss of privacy... A loss of a sense of self... Jealousy...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>It would be awesome to have someone to help with all the daily stuff that makes a home run semi-smoothly... Laundry, dishes, dusting, vaccuuming, cooking, cleaning, grocery shopping etc etc etc... But wouldn't a housekeeper be just as easy? Yeah- you would have to pay them, but cost-wise it would be roughly the same to clothe and feed another mouth in the family...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Someone to help raise the children... Now granted- multiple wives would mean extra children... But you would have reinforcements to help raise, teach and discipline them. But you'd also have at least twice the number of children, twice the noise level, twice the runny noses to clean, twice the mess (thus requiring the extra person to help clean up), twice the kid 'tude... Varying adult attitudes in regards to how a child should be raised...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Extra income~ a bonus, but considering the extra mouths to feed- it's a neccessity...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Loss of privacy... Whether the idea of everyone living in a single house or a "compound"~ you are bound to lose some privacy. Your private affairs are no longer private. One would be constantly worried what was being said in "private" when you weren't there. If confidences had been broken...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A loss of a sense of self. You are no longer your own person. You are part of a "unit". A bad thing- no not necessairily... But completely different from a single, monogamous relationship. In a single, monogamous relationship, there is still a me, still a you and a we. I would imagine that being in a relationship with multiple spouses would take away some of that "me" feeling. There would need to be so much more time devoted to the "family unit" that individual time and concern may cease to exist.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Jealousy... Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned... I know many women in polygamist relationships say there is no jealousy- but I don't believe that for a heartbeat... Seeing your "husband" intimately touch another woman, even if just to brush her cheek hello- would send any rational woman through the roof with jealousy. To have to intimately share your spouse with another... Couldn't do it... Would drive me literally insane...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>So~ could I participate in a polygamist relationship..? No. I must admit I am entirely too selfish to do so... I would have to have things done my way... And I don't like to share... Wouldn't want to share my house, my chores, nor my husband; and least of all I don't want to share me with anyone other than who I so choose...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Sorry to disappoint those of you with fanciful ideas otherwise... I just can't... I won't...</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-72780839011675847782008-11-29T22:01:00.000-08:002008-11-29T22:03:31.150-08:00Topic Requests...<em>I am plum out of ideas for blogging... Need topic suggestions from "my readers"... Please- Or the blogs will only continue as events randomly come up in life... Which, seeing as how boring my life is, may be quite some time in the making...</em><br /><em>Thanks!</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-32259245521711889432008-11-27T19:22:00.000-08:002008-11-27T19:26:50.211-08:00Thanksgiving<em>Not going to try to be poetic...</em><br /><em>Or try to match Jennifer's finesse when it comes to writing...</em><br /><em>Happy Thanksgiving to you all...</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>xoxo</em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-84440387804349682602008-11-23T18:53:00.000-08:002008-11-23T22:08:50.164-08:00Admission...<em></em><em>Admission- "A voluntary acknowledgment of truth." </em><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>For those of you who seem to be happy by making me squirm or feel guilty...</em></div><br /><div><em>I am~ for the first time in a long long time~ admitting that I am~~~ SICK!</em></div><br /><div><em>There are you happy?!? A stupid cold bug has infiltrated my immune system~ caused sore throats, a stuffy head, ear ache, and made me sound like a croaking frog...</em></div><br /><div><em>I tried to completely deny it~ because I tend to recover a bit faster, or at the very least not suffer as much, when I ignore my symptoms, but seeing as this has completely taken over so quickly~ there is no denying the truth...</em></div><br /><div><em>I am sick...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272056441130246370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHWUv5iO9w-MpXDg9grZ7mGzeQNgd5hi9LQ1BjiwzHKk2QUbLTnbF3moInYInlWXnYw8xPkmP1t0qGXDK0ezTKXRE8WK3S6xpgzvtGbSRIamyaB-6jPRAij2FSp0oLFRCD7VeVHhdOWdk/s320/sick_dog.gif" border="0" /></em></div><br /><div><em>So who's gonna make me some chicken noodle soup and listen to me whine and complain???</em></div><div><em></em> </div><div><em>Oh! And as a post~script... Apparently I am pathetic looking~ hopefully it was meant as only when I am sick and not on a daily basis...</em></div>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-35976391358606937122008-11-19T21:32:00.000-08:002013-02-28T13:00:10.699-08:00"There comes a point when you stop being friends and you become sisters..."<i>"We weren't sisters by birth, but we knew from the start... </i><br />
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<i>I haven't known my best friend since I was teeny tiny... Fourteen years... Just under half my lifetime... A relatively short time... But so many memories that I have...</i></div>
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<i>Being blatantly asked if I was a snob in P.E. Was my first few days in a brand new school... Didn't know anyone, was scared to death because I had already seen four knock-down drag out fights... And horribly shy~ and then I meet this girl who totally knocked me off balance and skewed my way of looking at things... I've adjusted to my slanted view~ and never looked back...</i></div>
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<i>Being asked how close I sat next to a certain guy in Geometry... How much I talked to him... And asked to give him a tape... Funny how the world twists- was the same guy I "liked" when I was in 4th grade in another city... Similar tastes...</i></div>
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<i>Sitting in a darkened Auditorium listening to the glee club... And her pointing out this guy...</i></div>
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<i>Missing her when I had to change schools, yet again... A good friend, the kind I hadn't had in a long time... Will I ever see her again???</i></div>
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<i>Attending Sunday school with her... Giggling behind our hands at the teacher... Teasing a guy...</i></div>
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<i>Going to a water park... Being left alone for hours, while she traipsed about with a guy she has a crush on... Getting badly sunburned... Should have been in the hospital that time...</i></div>
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<i>Senior year of high school... Two classes together... Poor teachers... A.P. Psych~ trying to analyze one another's "issues". A.P. Comp... That teacher hated me for some odd reason~ and loved you... Not a comforting change of events for the teacher's pet...</i></div>
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<i>First time ditching class... Well~ technically just not returning from lunch... The AP comp teacher won't miss me anyways... Hanging out at Jack in the Box, eating fries with mayo...</i></div>
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<i>Covering for you~ when you ditched and went to church... Sitting on the swings~ worrying if your life was about to take an unexpected twist... And us not sure how to proceed...</i></div>
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<i>Making a maze through Christmas trees for the Key Club... You trying to get lost with another crush...</i></div>
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<i>Moving away~ and in with your dad... Picking Jennifer and I up for school in your Dad's truck~ parking on the sidewalk and falling into the truck...</i></div>
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<i>Hanging out in the drama room~ and making fun of the "weird" drama people...</i></div>
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<i>Graduation... Losing touch... Missing the laughter and good times...</i></div>
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<i>Finding you again... Finding out you got married... Sad I wasn't invited... But happy you chose to include me in your life again...</i></div>
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<i>Seeing you hold Bobbie in your arms after she was born... Being allowed to hold her~ even though I think I will break her... Watching you watch her in her swing... Watching you be happy in your marriage... Watching her grow... Seeing your new house~ all grown up...</i></div>
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<i>Losing touch again... Finding you yet again... Pregnant with baby #2... Excitement... Watching you hold Krista... Watching Bobbie and Robert hold her... Being allowed to hold her~ even though I think I will break her too...</i></div>
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<i>Staying in touch... Watching your kids grow... Being an auntie... </i></div>
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<i>Knocking you down in the snow... Dislocating your knee... Clutching the seat driving down the mountain... Birthday parties... Firsts... </i></div>
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<i>Being there for one another... Laughing... Living... Loving...</i></div>
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<i>Fourteen years... Not a long time... But full of wonderful memories that I wouldn't trade for anything... Priceless... I hope I am around long enough to have <b>at least</b> another fourteen years of friendship to look forward to... Your friendship and you are irreplacable...</i></div>
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<i>Thank you for enriching my life... For pushing me beyond my limits~ and making me try... For letting me be a part of your family... For teaching me how to have fun~ and goading me to continue... Thank you for all you do and all you are...</i></div>
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<i>Happy Birthday M'Dear... May all your wishes come true... And I hope you have many more to come~ so that we can celebrate them (or not celebrate them~ but have fun all the same) together...</i></div>
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<i>XOXO</i></div>
~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-51528478791192743452008-11-18T21:56:00.001-08:002008-11-18T22:10:38.933-08:00Found...<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>So~ I found an old book I have some writing in... Not necessarily all my writing~ but writing all the same... Decided I would share it~ at least until I decide it isn't worth reading then take the post down...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The Lady Lay</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Far beyond the sky of gray</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>In a meadow, the baby lay</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Warm and dry</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Unlike the sky</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The baby lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>So innocent and sweet</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>From the top of her head, down to her feet</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>With a heart of gold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And a gaze so bold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The baby lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>As years pass by</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>No longer a cry</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Of a sweet, innocent baby</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>But of a beautiful young lady</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The lady lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Still possessing the gaze so bold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And the heart of gold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The suitors chase</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Her sweet innocent face</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The lady lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Under the sky so blue</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She stands with her heart so true</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>He asked, :Do you take this man named Wes?"</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>With tears in her eyes she said, "Yes."</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And, the lady lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Through all of life's trials</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And her husbands denials</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She stayed by his side</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Until the day he died</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The widow lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Full, was never her life to be</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>For her husband just could not see</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>That all the times he lied</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She kept to her room and cried</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The widow lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>A child was all he left</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And she smiled as it slept</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She knelt down to pray</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>At the end of each day</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The mother did lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Alone in her room</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Her time has come none too soon</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>A creak of the door</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>That she can barely hear anymore</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The mother lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She opened her eyes to see</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Her young daughter Beverly</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>She smiled, said, "I love you" and took a deep breath</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Squeezed her daughter's hand, and relaxed in her death</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>As the lady lay.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Many will mourn</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And few will scorn</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The gaze so bold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And her heart of gold</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>As the lady at last lay.</em></span>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215874129370186686.post-20988459680930274532008-11-17T21:27:00.000-08:002008-11-17T21:36:24.135-08:00Pop Quiz...<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Does anyone remember this..? And more importantly who it came from and why...?</em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Walk with me through the depths of time...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Sing with me these silly rhymes...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Show me how your life once was...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tell me how your death was caused...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Come, take me by the hand,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>And help me try to understand...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Life is fragile, Life is kind...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>It does not cheat, It does not mind...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Show me how my life should be...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Tell me how to cry for thee...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>(11~March~1997)</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A hug to be bestowed upon the winner... Any guesses???</span></em>~Jessica~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14816245938778697996noreply@blogger.com3