tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-311392452011-10-04T03:40:35.104-07:00Therapy...not just for crazy people!SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.comBlogger901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-77807014218596427472009-11-17T07:54:00.000-08:002009-11-17T07:56:16.794-08:00

Gosh I've missed you all. Work has been SOOOOO incredibly busy. I can't even begin to tell you about it in one post. I will say that I'm vowing right here, right now to post AT MINIMUM once a week from here on out. I realize that I need to do it for me. I need to do it whether anyone reads this blog or not. I need to do it so I can begin to FEEL again. I've missed you internet. ****SMACK***** a

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So not true but what the hell. I know you, my peeps, have given up on me actually "maintaining" this blog. I could go through a long list of the reasons I haven't updated in a while but why keep making excuses? The biggest reason is because I'm addicted to Facebook and every single moment of my spare time (which is less and less these days) is spent there. Besides, life's been pretty boring and I

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Seriously, I'm trying to do better about posting. I realize I'm flunking this blog test though!lol But it's hard, my friends! Work is kinda sucky right now. Things with our administration our changing and come July 1, I'm getting a new boss. That kinda scares me because I have a good rapport (and it just took me a total of 15 minutes to find the proper spelling of that word. Thank GOD for Google!

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So a friend of mine from HS also recently got a FB account. I won't get into the sordid details here but long story short, she's been having an affair with a guy from their church. She was apparently having a rather explicit conversation with him on FB just before leaving to run to the grocery store. Her husband got on the computer after she left to check his email and prepare his sermon (yep,

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-83138230120327838442009-02-09T07:31:00.000-08:002009-02-09T07:32:35.653-08:00

I’ve already flunked my New Year’s resolution of posting here every single week. So this week, I might do two posts to try and make it up to you.I can’t make this stuff about my life up. So today’s topic is “How I almost got arrested for DUI when I wasn’t under the influence”. So a week ago this past Thursday I had a blinding migraine. I had it when I woke up but it was manageable until it got

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-68741045992974980552009-01-25T07:41:00.000-08:002009-01-25T07:42:55.499-08:00

If you are reading this and you do not have a Facebook account then you,my friend, are behind in the times. I’ve had a MySpace account for a couple of years now and while I do love some of the features it offers such as being able to customize your page background it’s Facebook that has become my new addiction. On MySpace I have about 30 or so friends. Some are from college, some from high school

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-23301808257112080732009-01-08T10:12:00.000-08:002009-01-08T10:22:28.721-08:00

6 years ago this past Sunday, Cole was born. It was and still is the single most wonderful day of my life. I can see it all in vivid detail in my mind. It's hard to imagine that my tall 6 year old was every 6 lbs 8 oz and a short 18 inches long. I can just remember those hours in the hospital room after his birth rubbing his head and repeating "he's so perfect!" He was. He is.So as life changed 6

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-14470824112861760482009-01-01T18:53:00.000-08:002009-01-01T19:00:06.710-08:00

This year I'm going to make my new years resolution to write a post here AT the VERY LEAST, once a week. I've got a few things in mind for a little "interactive" fun and hey, I might even let yall choose some topics!My other new years resolution is to quit smoking. I had intended to start today but due to a nasty, evil stomach virus yesterday I missed a day of smoking which means I had a days

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-31206277681260031332008-10-30T06:36:00.000-07:002008-10-30T06:40:03.180-07:00

You know, I have to do a lot of walking on this campus. My theory about sidewalk "etiquette" is sort of like driving a car. Let's say you are walking down the sidewalk and you meet another person coming toward you. Do you move the right and let them pass you on the left? Yes, just like in your car. But here, here things are different. Kids have been raised differently and so you meet a group of

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And not a single dead body to be found! Ain't I doing good? As for my WWJD post yesterday...you tell me what YOU would do then I'll tell you what I did. Even though most of you know me well enough to know what I did. But more on that later.Will anyone else be glad when this election is over? I will. Then again, I fear our nation is going to be in upheaval either way. That scares me. Some of my

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So let's say your secretary, with whom you've been having a lot of problems out of in recent weeks, goes to lunch and leaves her email open on her computer. A computer that YOU just happen to have to be working on during her lunch hour. Also you've told her numerous times NOT to leave her email open. Would you:A. Read her emailsB. Close her emails and respect her privacyC. None of the aboveI'm

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I just recently attended my 20 year high school reunion. We had a nice time and it was wonderful to see everyone. I think back to 20 years ago and remember the dreams, the heartaches and the many things that would lie ahead of me. I also think/thought the following things:I'm not sorry that I didn't tell the right people what happened to me that night during the summer between my Jr. and Sr. year

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-6457190417115328362008-08-13T10:40:00.000-07:002008-08-13T10:57:27.550-07:00

First of all, HELLO out there! I know you haven't been missing me (so don't lie and say you have) because no one has said "hey Julie, why no updates?" So let me just say that the last 4-6 weeks I've been going through some type of emotional/personal/fucked up kind of thing. I'm not sure what's wrong with me. Perhaps this is just me and it's normal. But I feel like no one listens to me. I'll be

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-57026352570529336422008-07-06T09:50:00.000-07:002008-07-06T09:56:45.080-07:00

I’m going to share with you a bit of my teenage and early college years. It was mortifying to me to find a book underneath my mother’s dresser titled “101 Ways to Please Your Man”. Mortifying for a number of reasons. First of all, no one likes to think of their parents having sex. Second, even if they are having sex, what teenager wants to know HOW they are having it? My mother kept “secret”

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-41948568818197814232008-06-26T07:14:00.000-07:002008-06-26T07:56:43.797-07:00

You know it's sad that I can't even use a recipe and cook a decent meal. It's a pretty well known fact that I can't cook. Well I *can* cook but most of what I cook is from memory. I'm terrible about following instructions. I'm one of those do it and then when it all falls apart, go back and read directions type people. So my husband was pleasantly surprised last night when I came home with a new

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-68705356946457215242008-06-18T09:36:00.000-07:002008-06-18T12:06:42.288-07:00

I'm not sure when I've laughed so hysterically. I know, I'm easily amused. But when Susan mentioned a girl from college with that name and how if you swapped the letters in her first and last name..well...I'm sorry, it's funny!But keep in mind, I also think armpit farts are funny. Regular farting contests are held out my house. I burp...loudly (but no, I don't burp the alphabet) I do occasionally

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-91735491601041905472008-06-17T08:21:00.000-07:002008-06-17T08:37:51.171-07:00

Yes, I know I told you all (and I've done pretty well, I think) that I was going to try to refrain from using the word Fuck in every post. But my friends, it's come to my attention that it's just who I am. It's a part of my language and I can just no longer contain myself. I've found that there are just too many situations in my life that call for me to use this word. For instance, a very good

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-84102268300682499242008-06-11T08:00:00.000-07:002008-06-11T08:18:16.156-07:00

Hello my lovely little peeps out there. You have no idea how much I wish I could get together with you all as a group and just have a good old fashion throw down drunken nasty party!!! Yes, it's true. I mean get tore up from the floor up and laugh. Laughing is what I need.Ok so I should have laughed Friday when I had on mismatched flip flops. I chalk it up to poor lighting in my bathroom and

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Approximately 3:05 p.m. on a Friday you realize you have on one hot pink sequined flip flop and one red leather alligator print flip flop and no one has even bothered to tell you.

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My husband has reached a new low with his "jealousy" issues. He has now, seriously, accused me of having a lesbian "relationship" with my BFF, Amy. Amy and I are more like sisters. We've been BFF for the last 15 years. When we get together we are like two teenage girls who giggle and gossip.The man was SERIOUS in his inquiry. I was outraged and insulted. Amy's feelings were hurt. He's apologized

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-38591341134526816752008-05-23T12:29:00.000-07:002008-05-23T12:39:02.682-07:00

So I was surfing the net earlier and I went to one of my favorite "rag" sites. You know, all the hollywood gossip and rumors. www.dlisted.com is one of my favorites. They had this story on there today about this guy that's "in love" with cars. He's "had" over 1000 cars in his love life. Yes, it's exactly what you think.This is not for viewing in front of your children or while you are at work (

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-54317204409466687652008-05-21T08:25:00.000-07:002008-05-21T08:34:06.967-07:00

I don't think it's a big secret that I detest the squirrels on this campus. It's because they are just too friendly for my liking. All that extra feeding that they get during football season makes them a lot less fearless of people. So they are all about coming right up to you. Every single time one comes close to me I think of that scene from Christmas Vacation where the squirrel comes out of

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-35144452264071668592008-05-17T19:12:00.000-07:002008-05-18T08:38:38.042-07:00

There are so many things in this world, that no matter how hard we wish, we can never get them back. I’ve often heard the following things regarding time: A time to kill; time is a many splendored thing, there’s no time like the present; Time heals all wounds; A time to be born, and a time do die; a time to weep, and time to laugh; a time to keep and a time to throw away; A time to keep silence

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-90592724746191328252008-05-14T11:26:00.001-07:002008-05-14T12:02:24.256-07:00

I am SO over this rain. Someone make it stop already!Seriously traveling by a small motor boat or fishing boat my actually be a cheaper way to travel. If the rain doesn't stop, this is a definite option for me.You know what else sucks? People who take a freaking 2 hour lunch break when they have ONE hour alloted to them and they don't get docked for personal time. They don't get docked because

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-81464677530852155132008-05-13T13:35:00.000-07:002008-05-13T13:53:57.064-07:00

"that smell of death surrounds you..." -Lynyrd SkynyrdA "career" is dying. Do you smell it? ~snort~ It's the end of an era for a "co-worker". Let's all pause for a moment of...nah, nevermind.Seriously, there's a dead rat or squirrel or a rotting carcass of some sort in our air ducts here at work. The stench is getting overwhelming. It hits you just as you walk into our front office doors. I'm

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-60048093860949876122008-05-12T11:14:00.001-07:002008-05-12T11:22:47.415-07:00

I got a great pair of earrings (Garnet and diamonds...garnet being Cole's birthstone) for mother's day. Jr. did a fine job of picking them out. He's a great jewelry shopper. You have to love a man with a good eye for jewelry. They are like a good diamond...rare!But, this is really the first year that Cole has given me anything he made or even wrote because this was his first year of school.

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People are clearly talking about you but they don't think you can hear them. Or they think you don't know. I find it amusing that when I walk into a room at the office and someone stops mid-sentence and then stares at her fingernails with that "deer in the headlight" look and you just know you've caught her talking about you.I find it more amusing that at almost 38 it still bugs me just a tad

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-80473329383213892922008-05-08T06:10:00.001-07:002008-05-08T06:13:36.430-07:00

Therapy - going well. I tend to 'write' when I'm stressed and/or confused. So fewer posts mean therapy must be working.Work - busy as all shit and there's so much going on.Secretary - on her way out, Thank you Jesus. But searching for a replacement is like driving 5 inch nails into your nail beds.Jr. - busting his ass in the field right now.Cole - precious as ever and about to be out of his first

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Oh but wait, there’s no snow! No, wait THERE…there’s a flake. Ohhh and THERE’S another!! I have to admit that by noon I was so confident we’d get snow that I actually believed it would happen. Here in the land of “we roll up the carpets at even the threat of snow/ice” all was a blur. I trekked to the grocery store along with hordes of others…fighting for a gallon of milk, a dozen eggs or a packet

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Came across this song while perusing the Christian Bookstore here in town. I bought it. I'll never be able to sing it in Church though. No way could I make it through without crying.Daddy Hung The Moon We made the perfect pair. The best of friends, Daddy and me. I'd be walking on air Every time he'd smile and Say he was proud of me. We said our prayers, he'd Tuck me in. When I'd look in his

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-11399929171577700032008-02-22T06:27:00.000-08:002008-02-22T06:46:36.674-08:00

Miss me? I know I say this every single time I post... I promise to post more often and do better. Then you all anxiously wait and I post nothing.Today's post is short and sweet. I'm asking that you all give me some time to work through some "issues". If you'll remember a few posts ago when I had my intense post about God and Daddy and dying and all that shit, well it's time to "deal with it" for

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-38816592804348523862008-01-18T13:41:00.000-08:002008-01-18T14:18:11.606-08:00

This is my 5th or 6th attempt to post something in the last 2 weeks. I tell you some of you are requiring a lot from me and so that I don’t disappoint, I’m trying to make posts exciting and funny and some days, I’m sorry but funny and exciting I am not. But, I did just get a new laptop. Actually Jr. bought the “farm” a laptop but as co-owner and secretary, since I have no other benefits, I

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-63284912481518254502008-01-02T10:47:00.000-08:002008-01-02T11:13:08.653-08:00

It was the week before Christmas and all through the house all you could hear was Julie screaming out loud. I’d just gotten a brand new refill on my prescription for xanax. There would be no holiday cheer for Julie if it weren’t for xanax. In fact, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to drag thy ass out of bed at all. I’d probably be curled up in the fetal position, sucking my thumb, and crying

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-59830862383261097482007-12-20T09:26:00.001-08:002007-12-20T09:27:42.567-08:00

Not much time to post this week. I promise to post an update maybe one day next week while I'm at home. I just wanted to take a moment and wish everyone a very safe and happy holiday season!Merry Christmas Y'all.

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Well I’m a single woman this week since Jr. is off on safari. (He’s in KS hunting mule deer but I like to think of him as Indiana Jones type character. Actually I think Larry the Cable Guy is probably more accurate…I digress) I’m making it just fine at home all alone. I go home, I take a bath, I look at a magazine and I’m usually asleep by 7:30. Where’s my child you ask? With his grandparents, of

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-17077667459263438292007-11-29T11:22:00.000-08:002007-11-29T12:01:17.107-08:00

Sounds like a great trio doesn't it?HA!Jelly Head It’s just not everyday you wake up with grape jelly in your hair, ya know? The worst part is having no recollection of how exactly this grape jelly got there. On Wed. night, after an incredibly stressful and long day (I worked over 12 hours) I went home, took my bath, took my meds and went to bed. (Jr. and Cole were at Church) It seems that

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-222264134144278212007-11-19T07:28:00.001-08:002007-11-19T07:30:17.877-08:00

I gave up trying to have a second child and had a hysterectomy because I was/am angry with God. We did two more IVF cycles after Cole was born. (One fresh, one frozen) Both were, of course, failures. I didn’t pray about those cycles at all. Unlike when I was trying to get pregnant the first time, I was afraid to pray and ask for anything. What would the price be? Who would God take this time?

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-45675076537376423472007-11-12T12:54:00.000-08:002007-11-12T14:35:00.148-08:00

I’m going to try and write this post without sounding like a whining, pitiful, delusional woman who is in serious need of therapy. It will probably be long and rambling and you won’t hurt my feelings if you can’t read it all or you don’t read it all. I just have to say these things or put them in writing before I lose my mind. I don’t want to “talk about it” and I don’t need advice on how to “fix

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-10170804250653737542007-11-06T11:40:00.000-08:002007-11-06T11:47:17.334-08:00

There is a great thing about living in a small town…everyone knows everyone and no trip to the grocery store can be done in less than 15 minutes because you will run into someone and you will stop and chat. Sadly the great thing about small town living is also the worst thing. Gossip travels so fast here. Before I go any further, let me first tell you the dictionary’s definition of the word

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-69900732788990969422007-10-26T11:35:00.000-07:002007-10-26T13:09:52.633-07:00

First of all, this post is about absolutely nothing. This week has been pretty uneventful so it will just be a post about nothing. Sort of like Seinfield I suppose.It went from hot to cold here in a matter of 24 hours. Fall is my favorite time of the year for numerous reasons. I love the crisp coolness of the mornings and the beautiful colors of the leaves as the season changes. What I don't

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-66422848922073950102007-10-19T08:09:00.000-07:002007-10-19T16:59:24.273-07:00

You know those public service announcements they run on NBC from time to time called “The More You Know”? You know it will have some celebrity telling us to tell our children about racial issues and talk to them about drug use. Well have I got a PSA for them!True story…Saturday after I took my mom, my 15 year old niece, and 12 year old nephew to visit my sister in prison (or as my mom likes to

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-35055890983605431132007-10-09T12:01:00.000-07:002007-10-10T16:11:05.179-07:00

This particular post will be about numerous things. It was hard for me to pin down one particular subject. There’s so much I want to write about. Some of it not really “blog” worthy (meaning it’s juicy and fun and not just me ranting about how I hate people) but I look at this blog as my own little therapy session so while it may be a boring read for some, please look at it as if you are my

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-38850305916513978342007-09-21T12:31:00.000-07:002007-09-21T12:41:02.189-07:00

Ladies it’s getting worse. My now 2 year old black and tan dachshund will just not stop chewing up everything in our house. Also, I had him neutered while we were on vacation back in August. I thought it would A.) make him stop being so aggressive (it has helped) and B.) make him stop pissing and pooping in every freaking room in the house. I don’t know if he’s still throwing a temper

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-61535244031914143772007-09-18T11:42:00.000-07:002007-09-19T09:43:39.905-07:00

I found this out while shopping here in town the other day. I must admit that because my weight fluctuates so often that I rarely purge anything from my closet. But last year sometime, in an attempt to get more closet space, I did finally throw some clothes away. Although, not before my wonderful husband said “Julie, I doubt your ass will ever be a size 4 again. I’m not trying to be ugly but

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-91873012725465612002007-09-06T08:05:00.000-07:002007-09-06T08:19:05.507-07:00

Hi, my name is Julie and I’m addicted to lipstick! So do you think there is a 12 step program for me? I hadn’t realized that I had so many various tubes of lipstick until one day last week when I dropped the contents of my purse out in the floor in our main area. My secretary was helping me scoop up the contents and she said “My gosh Julie, how many tubes of lipstick to you carry with you?” Hmmm

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-81075171722470174452007-08-28T14:03:00.000-07:002007-08-28T14:31:38.307-07:00

OK the final posting on our vacation. This can only be described by saying I have never been surrounded by more rednecks except on ONE occasion….Talladega, AL Oct. 21, 2001. (At a NASCAR race.) We spent ONE entire day of our vacation at the NASCAR “park”. It was like chuck-e-cheese on the inside with fair type rides outside. Lots of bumper type cars. Naturally with my back, I couldn’t partake in

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-32175402490243778712007-08-22T08:28:00.000-07:002007-08-22T08:29:23.474-07:00

I’m going to veer off course for a post and save the rest of my vacation for another day. Today’s blog is nothing short of pure insanity. My mother in law and Cole went into town the other day. She took Cole to her sisters (never getting out of her Tahoe) and then she went to the cleaners. As she was getting ready to exit her vehicle she saw something move at her feet in the floorboard. It

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-89470225392614208622007-08-16T08:16:00.000-07:002007-08-16T11:31:20.131-07:00

I’m thinking you don’t have to say this to me twice. I mean, don’t pet the sharks is a pretty powerful statement. I’m almost positive telling *me* once isn’t even necessary! But there was a man at the Ripley’s Aquarium, on day three of our vacation, whose main job was to stand at the manta ray tank (which also had small sharks about the size of a rainbow trout) and say “Please do not touch

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-76361605485234345912007-08-09T12:53:00.000-07:002007-08-09T13:20:43.302-07:00

My child needs protection from lots of things in this world. Denim is NOT one of them. Especially when you are at a SOUTHERN water park. Trust me on this, Denim was not our enemy that day. Day two of our vacation began early with a trip to Dollywood’s Splash Country. Having never been to any water theme park myself, I really didn’t know what to expect. The place opened at 10:00 am and we

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-66273815495082209062007-08-07T13:00:00.000-07:002007-08-07T13:25:24.963-07:00

I’m back from my vacation. More tired than when I left but I did enjoy being away from the office. I learned a lot of things while I was gone. About my family and about people in general. The first thing I learned is that while the portable DVD player is an absolutely wonderful invention and probably could have saved my family’s sanity when I was a kid, it wasn’t such a grand idea for my son

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-85669949815813616662007-07-25T11:25:00.000-07:002007-07-25T11:59:00.206-07:00

No, seriously don't laugh. I *really* want to write a book. But imagine my dismay when at the bookstore earlier today, I discovered that someone had already taken my title! "Getting in Touch with Your Inner Bitch (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about)"!! Can you believe it? Someone has already stolen my idea. The copyright is 2006 so I'm guessing my idea may have actually been

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-55860457955689768742007-07-23T07:33:00.000-07:002007-07-23T08:14:22.761-07:00

The chants and cheers of the cheerleaders have been replaced by jackhammers and drilling. OY! I'm pretty sure the cheerleaders weren't as bad as I had originally complained about. I mean, compared to the jackhammering. They (the construction workers) are working on our main entrance front steps which, sadly is pretty much outside my window. Unlike the cheerleaders, I can't drown them out with my

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Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned. It has been one month since my last post. Sorry…you know life just happens sometimes and I get mired down in it and wallow. I finally hired a secretary last month. She lasted a total of 11 working days. I think in the end, she was just too sensitive. I’m sure it was for the best but two weeks notice (hell ONE week) would have been really nice. So in the

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-91076742932480285452007-06-15T06:58:00.000-07:002007-06-15T07:26:43.060-07:00

You know, I spent the better part of my adult life trying to become a mother. Praying everyday (sometimes several times) that God would grant me just this ONE last wish in life. I wanted to have the "total" Mother's Day experience. When my time finally came and my dear husband's time finally came for Father's Day, I had recently lost my own father and well, these holidays actually seemed a little

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I'm not sure I mentioned this in my last post. And because I'm too lazy to go back and see I'll just mention it now. My secretary resigned a few weeks ago. I'm on week 2 of having to run this show by myself and it truly does suck raw eggs. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy the peace and quiet of not having anyone here just interrupting my day but this answering the phones, dealing with folks coming in

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-12963526962773072662007-05-14T07:43:00.000-07:002007-05-14T08:12:10.877-07:00

When I got home on Friday, I had several calls from the county jail. I wasn’t sure if my niece was in trouble again or my sister. No one was home when the calls came in so after waiting a little while I finally called the non-emergency number at the sheriff’s office and spoke with my friend, Barb. I said “So which of my relatives do you have in there?” She said “both”. Oh great. Just freaking

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The old saying is "When life hands you lemons, make lemonade." I've decided I'm going to start hogging the lemons and catapulting them at people. Friends, I am just a walking advertisement for some type of medical supply commercial. First it was my back and this awful back brace. Then over the weekend, I fell while on a family outing and tore all the lateral ligaments and tendons in my right

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-73968714382023926262007-03-22T06:49:00.000-07:002007-03-22T07:08:23.347-07:00

Sorry I've been MIA. More on the sad state of affairs that is my everyday life, in a moment. First a story...When I was in the tenth grade, our biology II class required us to have a bug collection. It was simple really. We had to collect as many different bugs as we could find. We'd "humanely euthanize" them in a jar with cotton balls. The cotton balls were doused with alcohol. It was a little

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-21355705269875702862007-03-07T07:03:00.000-08:002007-03-07T07:20:20.398-08:00

So I made it through the back surgery relatively unscathed. I now have some screws and a plate holding everything nicely in place. I haven't been horizontal since Thursday night and it's no fun at all sleeping upright in a chair. But, right now it still hurts pretty badly to lay down.I've told you all before how much my husband loves me. We fight like cats and dogs but in the end, he's the one

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-25199232707994658682007-02-28T10:09:00.001-08:002007-02-28T10:30:11.027-08:00

Have you ever seen Steel Magnolias? You the part where they are accusing "Ouiser" of not being nice and she says "I'm nice damnit! Why just last week I saw Drum Eatonton at the Piggly Wiggly and I SMILED at the son-of-a-bitch before I could help myself!" I caught myself in a Ouiser moment earlier this week. Maybe it's because I'm in pain (with my back) or maybe I'm more choked up about Anna

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1171989790245902462007-02-20T08:13:00.000-08:002007-02-20T13:36:10.818-08:00

Well, it's official. Britney Spears has lost.her.everloving.mind!!! Have you seen what she's done to her hair? Or should I say her head? God love her. When I was going through my rough patch with my divorce and all that stuff, I did some pretty crazy things. None of them involved shaving my head. I've said all along that the only difference between rednecks and white trash is money. Rednecks are

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1171574848720695882007-02-15T13:16:00.000-08:002007-02-15T13:31:57.630-08:00

You know when Barbaro (famed racehorse) was euthanized a month or so ago several letters were written locally to our newspaper. It seems that everywhere I looked people were saying "this is *just* a horse, what's the big deal?" Some folks just wanted to resume normal life and didn't seem too concerned about the accomplishments the horse had made and how outstanding he was *going* to be one day. (

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Suz, I'm holding you and Tallulah personally responsible since you are both close enough to make sure it doesn't happen.There are two things I don't want if I die. God forbid I'm killed in a car accident. PLEASE do not let someone set up some roadside memorial for me. I'm not saying it's not the thing to do for some folks. I do realize that's how some people grieve. Alls I'm saying is for me,

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My eyes are saggy, I have crows feet, I have laugh lines, I look worn and haggard. I've also been watching way too many episodes of "Dr. 90210". Have you ever seen that program? It's on E! Entertainment TV. First of all there is this one dr....Dr. Rey. He's a boobie specialist, I think. Enjoys his job way way way too much if you ask me. He is very touchy feely with his clients boobage. I could

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Sorry it's taken me so long to update. I did a post the week before Thanksgiving and apparently didn't actually hit "publish". Much to my dismay, I noticed last week my post wasn't there. I think I got busy at work (hard to believe isn't it?) and just forgot to publish it. So here's all the latest dirt.I finally scheduled my colonoscopy. My previous unpublished post was all about the prep I had

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First off, freaky happening #627 (really I just pull these numbers out of the air)...have I told you all about my bleeding eye ball? For the past month (twice in the last 5 days) my eye starts bleeding for no reason. The blood appears to come from underneath my upper lid. I saw my internist today and I told him. He said, "Oh you mean it bleeds into the white part of your eye and makes your eyes

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Last Saturday I celebrated my 36th birthday. Or as I told my niece, "the 15th anniversary of my 21st birthday!" I remember my 21st birthday so vividly. I recall having one helluva headache the next day. It was the first time I'd ever had a hangover. It's not that I didn't ever drink that much but maybe because it's one of the first times I mixed different alcohols together. BAAAAAD idea. For

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Yep, I've decided that for ds's surgery, I'm just gonna stand at the entrance to the outpatient surgical unit and hand out a xanax to each family member of ours that shows up. Most of them don't take "strong" meds so it should really knock them for a loop. I, personally, plan to take at least 2 on my way to the hospital because I know that when I'm not worrying about my son, I'll be worrying

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Well just as I predicted, my son needs dental surgery. This is going to require outpatient admittal at Baptist hospital and general anesthesia. He has 6 teeth that need to be capped. We are going with stainless on all six but the front four will have an enamel color so he won't look like a tiny version of Snoop Dog or Nelly. Just regular colored teeth that look a little like veneers. The enamel

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Well we had our second trip to the ER in ds's 3.5 years. Last time we went he'd fallen and had a small cut under his eye. It didn't require stitches that time. Just some superglue type stuff and some steri-strips. He spent the night with dh's aunt as he does almost every Friday night. We got a phone call around 7:30 saying he'd fallen and cut his head pretty bad and they were bringing him home

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Have you seen the new man they've hired to be the new James Bond? Maybe you don't even care about James or his movies. I'm somewhat knowledgeable in my Bond trivia because, for those of you who missed out on a previous chapter in my life, I was married TO James Bond. Ok, not really the man, James Bond. But a guy (I refrain from using the word *man* to describe my ex because that would imply that

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1158692523898032662006-09-19T10:37:00.000-07:002006-09-19T12:02:03.993-07:00

How is that possible? I was pondering that saying last night while sipping my chicken noodle soup. I was eating soup because, while I love this time of year because its football season and the leaves are so beautiful, it's also time to pick cotton and the whole cotton picking process (no pun intended) makes me physically ill.Before I go any futher with my illness let me first explain about the

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Some of you have asked privately about my sister and what's going on with her situation. She's still in the county jail. She did have her day in court, finally. She had her little court appointed attorney and she met with the arresting officer before hand. She was all set up to plead guilty and she would only get 5 years probation. But that also means that she'd be flagged as a felon for the rest

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1158176854110439672006-09-13T11:29:00.000-07:002006-09-13T12:51:04.150-07:00

I am a dog person. I am a dog person because I am not a people person! People talk back, dogs do not. People listen but they don't always "hear" you. Dog listen with their hearts and I believe that they hear you even when your lips aren't moving. A local preacher in a Sunday service once preached an entire sermon about animals dying and not having souls. He said that we were teaching our children

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1158017930019669442006-09-11T16:16:00.000-07:002006-09-11T16:49:03.050-07:00

Ups and downs of the new job...Downside: I'm so busy that not only do I not have time to blog, email, or chat..I don't even have time to pee. At 4:00 pm today I realized I hadn't been to the bathroom since 6:00 am.Upside: I'm so busy that the day really seems to fly by.Downside: I'm so overwhelmed with everything that I'm having a really tough time managing my time and my brain hurts.Upside: I

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1156789306824978922006-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:002006-08-28T11:31:24.206-07:00

I told you all previously about what a small town I live in. How we hear things on the police scanner and know about things that happen. Well Friday night I was sitting on the couch watching TV when I heard a social security number being run by one of the local deputies. It caught my attention because the first 5 digits were the same as mine. It probably wouldn't seem that unusual but my social

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I've never once questioned my dh's love for me. He's a good man. He's taken care of me and stuck by me through so many medical emergencies and illnesses. He's held my hand as we went through IVF and then our complete devestation of the ruptured ectopic. He even emptied my "pee bag" when I had to wear a catheter at home for two weeks following that surgery. So what little dignity I had left after

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First of all, I got the job I applied for and will begin in my new dept. on 8/21. Thanks for all the prayers and positive vibes.Secondly, now that summer is coming to a close and after 8/15 we can no longer wear shorts to to work, I'm scrambling around trying to find some "fall" clothes that I can squeeze into. I have a couple of pair of capri pants that will get me through a few weeks and even

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For those of you that don't know, I'm looking for new employment within my company. I applied for a job early Monday morning. It required a typing test which I took later that morning. By 2:00 pm they'd called me for an interview...right THEN! I told the lady that I couldn't possibly come *now*, I'm not dressed for an interview! I have on blue jean capris and a t-shirt! That's not proper

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1154623655394251692006-08-03T09:29:00.000-07:002006-08-03T09:56:27.916-07:00

Ever since dh called and told me about this story he'd seen on headlines news this morning, I've been sitting here giggling. I mean to the point where I had tears rolling down my face and was about to wet my pants. He said, "Gosh, I haven't heard you laugh like this in ages!" I can't help it. On some level it is NOT funny that the dog destroyed hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of Teddy

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1154460766011722472006-08-01T12:15:00.000-07:002006-08-03T09:28:13.616-07:00

Susan's comment has me thinking about first kisses and the overwhelming affect our senses can have on us. My first *real* kiss (french kiss) left a bad taste in my mouth (pun intended). The boy rammed his tongue in my mouth and practically down my throat. First of all, I was totally not expecting to be tongue kissed much less mauled by this guy. He was a preacher's son. Of all the nerve!! (**gasp

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Do you remember that song? Think waaaaaaaaaay back to about 1987-1988. Lisa Lisa and the Cult Jam had a song titled that. It was my favorite song the summer of my senior year and most of my senior year. It has a great xylophone solo and I played bells and xylophone so I think maybe that's why I liked it so much. Anyway I was dating this guy named Eric at the time. Eric was a sweet sweet boy. He

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Those of you reading who have known me from our HS years, you know that I was once this teensy little skinny, awkward, flat-chested girl. I would say, on average, I was not exactly "attractive". I was, at best just "ok" looking. (Susan, any thoughts here?) I didn't date a lot in HS. In fact, I only had 2 seriously "steady" boyfriends. One of them was later in my senior year and we continued to

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1154021393975652522006-07-27T10:09:00.000-07:002006-07-27T10:31:56.853-07:00

Surely they did NOT just say she was not guilty? For those living under a rock, I'm referring to the verdict handed down by a jury regarding Andrea Yates. She's the Texas woman that drown her 5 kids in the bathtub b/c she thought they were all possessed by the devil. Her 2002 conviction on murder charges was over-turned due to some erroneous testimony about a Law and Order episode or some such

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I will admit to being a dipshit sometimes. I have what I like to refer to as "blonde moments". (no offense to my blonde friends out there!) But at times I just take a temporary leave of my senses and do something really stupid. For instance on Friday, I stayed home because I had a nasty sore throat. I felt like I was swallowing razor blades. My back has also been bothering me again so I decided

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1153412730774657382006-07-20T08:54:00.000-07:002006-07-20T12:16:58.810-07:00

I've decided I'm talking to myself here. I know there are people lurking but for whatever reason, no one is commenting. Maybe it goes back to that old saying "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all". Or maybe I'm just kidding myself to think that someone actually gives a rat's patootie what I'm writing about here. However, I'll continue on writing out my thoughts. It's kinda

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I've got some friends in "lurking" mode on my blog. To be quite honest, I'm not sure if I can maintain "blogging" on a continual basis. Gracious it's like a job. It's tedious and I'm not nearly as disciplined in this area as some friends I have that do this. I'm also not very humorous or comical, although my life is at times. Well ok, it's more of a tragedy but I laugh to keep from crying because

SweetPotatoAngelnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31139245.post-1153322068747602022006-07-19T08:12:00.000-07:002006-07-19T09:19:35.406-07:00

Yes, you read that right. I said $280,000.00 for a birthday party. First let me tell you that I'm just not a fan of reality tv. I'll admit that I've never seen a single episode of American Idol, Big Brother, or even Survivor. I've caught glimpses of The Bachelor and Bachelorette and even the one with the Joe's. But I have never really understood this "reality" craze today. My husband says I miss

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Swinging is the new rage. Do you know what I'm talking about? No, I don't mean that tire swing in your front yard hanging from the big oak. Or even that swing on your front porch where you might sit on Sundays and sip sweet tea. It's this thing committed and seemingly happy couples do for fun these days. I'd heard of it a few years ago. But you see, I live in a very rural southern town. VERY

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My sister just entered rehab. (for the 5th time) It's a court ordered mandatory 30 day program. Somehow I'm skeptical she will return this "new" person that my mother hopes she will be. It took her 46 years to screw her life up this bad. I'm pretty sure they can't fix in 30 days what it took her 46 years to screw up. But momma, bless her heart, thinks this might actually work.46 years old and

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