tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31157179444885488282012-01-19T12:19:02.466-05:00My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.comBlogger3941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-33813841052366229022011-05-02T00:56:00.002-04:002011-05-02T00:58:26.337-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZTMdDVD-2s?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xZTMdDVD-2s?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed>"&gt;</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3381384105236622902?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-85841439189862636032011-03-08T08:17:00.001-05:002011-03-08T08:17:00.784-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxZfEoqzUc/TXKK1EnPuXI/AAAAAAAABoI/He7lcjg4tnU/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxZfEoqzUc/TXKK1EnPuXI/AAAAAAAABoI/He7lcjg4tnU/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580675532641515890" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears<br />Like Good Mouseketeers<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />After my last 2 posts, especially the comment section, there is only one song that comes to mind<br />for today's Special Guest<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UiKcd7yPLdU?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UiKcd7yPLdU?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8584143918986263603?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-84760309633663152492011-03-05T14:15:00.000-05:002011-03-05T14:15:01.084-05:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>I am so proud of myself. A few weeks ago I was on the phone with my sister, ET and I finished a sentence.<br /><br />I had mentioned to her that my son's girlfriend, Sandra, actually liked my cooking!!<br /><br />Bless her heart. I can only imagine that she has lived on a diet of Lucky Charms and burritos all her life. Actually, it's kind of funny but she actually prefers the store brand of Lucky Charms over the real ones. I think they're called Fortunate Flakes or something like that. I couldn't remember so I looked in the pantry to see and they were called Rainbow Treasures.<br />She must have gotten them from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Krogers</span> because the Food Lion brand is called something else. Magic Charms maybe?<br /><br />I don't know. I usually shop at Food Lion. The service isn't as great as Martin's but actually Martin's isn't as good as it was before they bought it from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ukrops</span>. But Food Lion is convenient and less expensive.<br /><br />Believe me, every penny saved can help. Food is so expensive these days! Everything is. I don't see how young couples can afford to buy houses or even rent apartments when they are starting out. And if they have children.....well....whew!<br /><br />I'm really glad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">JM</span> and Sandra have absolutely no desire to have children at this time. They want to wait years. There really is no rush. I was 27 years old when I had my first.<br /><br />That was a good age to start a family. I know some people start a lot younger and do fine but there doesn't need to be a big rush. Of course if they get married and have kids I won't be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">meddling</span> mother-in-law...hopefully. I do hope they let me help. And there really isn't anything wrong with me being in the delivery room. I can recommend I great pediatrician. If they aren't feeding the baby right or dressing it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">appropriately</span>, I'll need to help them out. Oh my, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">hope</span> they don't forget to put a hat on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandchild</span> when they go out in the cold.<br /><br />I hope they don't feed him/her solid foods too soon. I know Sandra likes solid foods but a baby can't have that for a while.<br /><br />Sandra actually does like my cooking.<br /><br />I made pancakes the other day and she loved them. I think she really does like my cooking.<br /><br />SEE! I finished the sentence!!<br /><br />(no applause necessary)<br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8476030963366315249?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-77781335607582167712011-03-03T08:45:00.000-05:002011-03-03T08:45:00.494-05:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Eating healthy. Everywhere you go you hear or read about it. "If you eat healthy, you will live longer". Yes, I'm sure that eating healthy is important to a long healthy life, but there is just so much more involved. <br /> <br />My grandmother, God bless her soul, was an incredible cook. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING has ever tasted better than the meals she cooked. Deep fried Chicken, Light Bread Cakes (biscuit dough deep fried until crispy and then split in the middle and covered with real butter). YUM! Succulent ham and vegetables cooked in the ham hock. Butter beans cooked with sugar, butter and ham...INCREDIBLE! Greasy yummy delicious food. Bread, rolls or biscuits with butter were at every meal. Fried Fish with homemade french fries cooked in the deep fryer. AMAZING! Blackberry Roll smothered in a thick cream sauce that was so good it would make your toes curl. sigh. <br />Meals were an event. They were planned the day before, started the next morning and talked about throughout the day. <br /> <br />Thanksgiving dinner was as close to Heaven as anything on this Earth could be. Usually as many as 50 people, eating in shifts. No dishwasher, so someone was always at the sink washing and cleaning as the next group got ready to eat. And we were loving every single minute of it! <br /> <br />How she fed all those people and made all those meals on a set income is a feat in itself. And EVERYTHING was hot at the same time. I still struggle to get hot dogs and mac and cheese to be ready at the same time! And as for a microwave....what was that?? She had one stove with 4 burners and an oven...period! <br /> <br />Oh, and she had a garden. Not flowers but with green beans, butter beans, tomatoes and more. Her neighbors had their gardens with corn, etc and then they all switched and traded. NOTHING WAS WASTED! The jars of canned veggies lined the shelves of her pantry. <br /> <br />She lived on the water and much of their freezer was full of frozen fish, crabmeat, deviled crabs, softshelled crabs that she and my grandfather caught.....and and me too when I was lucky enough to be there. <br /> <br />She LOVED to cook and to entertain. She and my grandfather had a tiny house but with a sleeper sofa, cots, sleeping bags and even a side porch with comfy reclining chairs, she could easily sleep 20 people in that tiny 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom home. (Just be sure you watch your step if you got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom). <br /> <br />She smoked cigarettes throughout the day. She drank her co-cola in the morning, and then "had herself a little drink in the afternoon" that went on until bedtime. <br /> <br />She and my grandfather lived a long, happy, and I believe very satisfying life. Both were in their 90's when they died. <br /> <br />Her secret. She worked hard. She stayed busy. Even in their 70s and 80s, my grandmother and grandfather could be found out in the garden picking "ve-ge-ta-bles" as early as 5AM. By 7AM she would be washing, canning and preparing while my grandfather would be out in his little boat pulling up crab pots and or fishing.....oh, and usually cussing the skiers and fast boats and of course the "summer folk" that would sometimes empty his crabpots in the middle of the night. <br /> <br />Wow, I sure did love them. In the evening (after dishes were done of course) we would play rummy and canasta. My grandfather could cheat as well as any sailor. (and cuss better than most of them). <br /> <br />Instead of the "typical" church services, every Sunday, their community would gather outside on a patio beside the Piankatank River. We would pray and sing while the water splashed onto the sand. There would be a short service and then socializing. In the winter it was always in someones home. Not as fun as outside for a kid like me, but still special. <br /> <br />You see, I spent every summer with them. Loved, Loved, Loved them. <br /> <br />Although my cooking skills are lacking (at best), the little bit I do know is thanks to her. She also taught me how to make my bed, dust, clean etc. Monday was cleaning day. Again, I loved every second of it. <br /> <br />They ate what we consider horribly unhealthy foods, drank their "little drinks", smoked their cigarettes AND YET they rarely RARELY ever got sick. When they did pass away, in their 90s, it was pretty much due to natural causes. <br /> <br />Hard work, enjoying life, tons of friends, family that adored them = long life. Oh how I respected them. I always wanted them to be proud of me. <br /> <br />I remember when I was about 14 years old, my grammy commented that I didn't say "Yes Ma'am" and "Yes Sir" as much as I used to. She told me she was always so proud of my manners. To this day, "Yes Ma'am and Yes Sir" are parts of my regular vocabulary. <br /> <br />OK, so what made me start this walk down memory lane? <br /> <br />I started thinking about all of this just because I happened upon a list of the 30 Healthiest Foods while thumbing through Real Simple Magazine. (ADHD at work again) <br /> <br />I doubt my grandmother had ever even heard of many of them. And unless they were cooked in ham hock or drenched in butter they couldn't taste like anything she would have eaten or prepared. <br /> <br />Maybe, just maybe, the secret is to mix hard work, love of life, God, friends and family. Then when you sit down to a meal, eat until you are satisfied, (not stuffed and unable to move). Anyway, just a thought. <br /> <br />Here are some of the Top 30 Healthiest Foods. One or Two might be ok (again, if deep fried) but seriously..... <br /> <br />1.BULGUR-Made from wheat that has been steamed, dried and cracked. <br /> <br />2. BARLEY-Use the pearl or quick cooking variety if short on time. If you have more time, give whole barley with its extra layer of bran a go. <br /> <br />3. Almonds-OK, I like almonds....as a snack. <br /> <br />4. Mushrooms- Sounds ok until you read this..."Meaty and filling, use as a stand in for BEEF."!! <br /> <br />5.Lentils- A protein powerhouse, these are flush with folate, a nutrient that may help prevent birth defects. <br /> <br />6. Chard-leafy green. <br /> <br />7. Edamame- young soybeans. <br /> <br />8. Oranges- FINALLY! HURRAY!! <br /> <br />9. Sardines. <br /> <br />10. Non-Fat Greek Yogurt. <br /> <br />And the list goes on.... <br /> <br />As for me, I'm going to go look up some of my grandmother's recipes. Does anyone know how much a smidgen or a pinch is? <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7778133560758216771?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-40244695774937300192011-03-01T09:59:00.006-05:002011-03-01T10:17:20.289-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wwlt-iIvB0/TW0Leylmc1I/AAAAAAAABoA/KOe39Ruvxl0/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--wwlt-iIvB0/TW0Leylmc1I/AAAAAAAABoA/KOe39Ruvxl0/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579128136985375570" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest! <br /> <br />So put on your ears <br />Like good Mouseketeers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Whew! It has taken days to clean up the mess from last weeks guest. What a BRAT!! I need a nice guest today. I need someone (or a group of someones) that is the complete opposite of last weeks guest. <br /> <br />Hmmm, sugary sweet, nice, sweet, happy, did I already say sweet, kids. <br />That's easy! <br /> <br />I know this lovely lady who has 3 daughters (all with blond hair....one with curls). I also happen to know a man who is kept very busy with 3 boys of his own. LIGHTBULB MOMENT! I'll set them up together, add a housekeeper and BINGO! The perfect singing group. <br /> <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!<img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyooALwfxO8?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DyooALwfxO8?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4024469577493730019?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-13879050762312320002011-02-24T10:12:00.012-05:002011-02-24T10:48:26.530-05:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Yes, I know. I know.<br />Tuesday came and went without a special guest.<br /><br />It was planned and scheduled.<br />The recording studio was set up an ready to go.<br />And then I waited and waited.<br /><br />I waited and I waited and I waited.<br /><br />FINALLY, this....this....BRAT came in. I should have known better than to invite her to be my special guest, but I felt sorry for her. I was sure that her reputation for being a horrible spoiled rotten brat had to have been exaggerated. MAN WAS I WRONG!<br /><br />Never-the-Less, I allowed her to be my Guest. Although most of my guests are in and out in about an hour, this...this...child and all of her demands took DAYS! Now I have to spend the rest of the day cleaning up the mess she made.<br /><br />It is all ok though. She got what she deserved. Personally, I blame the parents.<br /><br />"A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest men" Gene Wilder is AMAZING!<br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GL3-pb2K7DM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GL3-pb2K7DM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GL3-pb2K7DM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GL3-pb2K7DM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wzr12gBrXA8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wzr12gBrXA8"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL3-pb2K7DM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GL3-pb2K7DM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1387905076231232000?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-9325638870848848352011-02-20T01:53:00.005-05:002011-02-20T03:06:43.848-05:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>I really tried to go to sleep.<br />I laid down on my bed.<br />But just as soon as I was snug.<br />The thoughts raced through my head.<br /><br />They start with any little thing.<br />I try to block them out.<br />But just like all those other nights.<br />Soon they start to shout.<br /><br />Everyone has thoughts at night<br />Some may get them up<br />Things like "Did I lock the door"<br />Or "Did I feed the pup".<br /><br />But mine are whirling dervish types<br />That jump from left to right.<br />They twirl around and up and down<br />And keep me up at night.<br /><br />Perhaps there was a tv show<br />That I had seen last week<br />Or a song that's in my head<br />Whose lyrics were unique.<br /><br />It could just be the ticking<br />Of the clock upon the wall.<br />Or water that is dripping<br />From the bathroom down the hall.<br /><br />Next thing you know my mind is racing.<br />Brain on overdrive<br />From there, who knows what's coming next.<br />As new thoughts come alive.<br /><br />I know I NEED to get some sleep.<br />I'm not a morning person.<br />But if I stress about the time<br />The thoughts will only worsen.<br /><br />I think of things I need to do<br />I think of things I've done.<br />I think of times that weren't too good.<br />I think of times of fun.<br /><br />I've tried to write these things all down<br />Before I go to sleep.<br />That never helps (no, not one bit)<br />Into my mind they creep.<br /><br />Tonight I thought of Kevin Bacon.<br />Please don't ask me why.<br />I played that game named after him<br />Of that I can't deny.<br /><br />I finally put that thought to rest.<br />It's almost 3 AM.<br />I think I spend most every night<br />In perpetual REM.<br /><br />I'm going to try again.<br />But I have a nagging hunch.<br />That if I don't sleep very soon.<br />I might just sleep through lunch.<br /><br />Good Night...hopefully!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-932563887084884835?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-45215323507853564642011-02-15T07:35:00.005-05:002011-02-15T10:02:48.988-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0La3XtOxURI/TVpzdVDENfI/AAAAAAAABn4/rl9Hs9-UITM/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0La3XtOxURI/TVpzdVDENfI/AAAAAAAABn4/rl9Hs9-UITM/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573894436527814130" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest! <br /> <br />So put on your ears <br />Like Good Mouseketeers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!! <br /> <br />Today in history. February 15, 1820 was the birthday of Susan B Anthony. Now is there anyone out there who doesn't associate this day with Mary Poppins? WHAT? Am I the only (besides CK) that finds music in almost everything. I do suppose we are in the minority. However, on the other hand, knowing how much I LOVE musicals, I could not pass by a chance to celebrate this day in history without a special song. <br />Oh puleeze........ You're STILL asking "Why?"? I'll tell you why. Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUhwA-C-ACg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QUhwA-C-ACg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4521532350785356464?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-54571460529882698652011-02-12T11:05:00.016-05:002011-02-12T14:41:41.036-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khhbsyR_EFA/TVa6GltKnfI/AAAAAAAABnQ/N25NQyOfnXg/s1600/aaaa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khhbsyR_EFA/TVa6GltKnfI/AAAAAAAABnQ/N25NQyOfnXg/s200/aaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572846211281100274" border="0" /></a><br /><a>I am Afraid. You should be afraid. Be very afraid.<br /><br />This thing we call a computer has more control than you may realize. I discovered this yesterday when I tried to turn mine on. First of all, I had not </a><a>turned it off, but it was off anyway. After I turned it on, the only thing I could </a><a>get to come up was a screen that said....<br /></a><a><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfgOH5jb8OU/TVa6LRlN4wI/AAAAAAAABnY/j-djfn-T5dU/s1600/aaaaa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VfgOH5jb8OU/TVa6LRlN4wI/AAAAAAAABnY/j-djfn-T5dU/s200/aaaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572846291778396930" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /></a><a><br />"Your computer is unable to start. We will attempt to find and repair the problems. It could take a few minutes."<br /><br />1st of all, that shoul</a><a>d have been my first warning. If my computer won't start up, then how can it send me a message telling me so.</a><a><br />THEN, it asked me if I want it to run a scan to try to find an fix the problem.<br /><br />"Click YES or NO"<br />(Reminded my of those love notes from grade school, "Hi. I lik</a><a>e you. Do you like me. Please check YES or NO).....whew, glad those days are over.....<br /><br />ahem<br />Monkeys Are Funny</a><a>.<br /><br />Well, I am usually very wary of clicking on any buttons that I've never seen before but I clicked away. Then this little bar appeared on the screen that had a blue dot running back and forth across it. It said it was checking</a><a> for the</a><a> problem and then would attempt to repair it. This happened for</a><a> about 10 minutes. Then it stopped and said that it could not repair the problem but if I entered more information, Microsoft might be able to crack the problem. It would try again.<br /><br />"Please click....<br />Send additional information (recommended).......<br />Don't Send</a><a>....."<br /><br />There </a><a>was another box. It said "Click here to review problems."<br />That seemed safe.<br />I clicked that button and this is what I got. (The numbers have been change to protect the innocent)<br /><br /></a><a><br />6.1.8600.5691.333<br />6.2.6955.147556<br />unknown<br />602</a><a><br />3<br />Bad Batch<br />6.3.7800.5692.30210<br />8888</a><a><br /><br />WELL, thank goodness they cleared THAT up!!<br /><br />I decided to try to old standby. Turn off the computer and then try to turn it back on.<br />I tried that.<br />It asked me, "Are you su</a><a>re you want to turn off your computer?"<br /><br />HOW IS IT THAT A CO</a><a>MPUTER THAT WON'T START CAN CARRY ON A CONVERSATION WITH ME!! ALSO, I AM NOT A CHILD! WHY IS IT ARGUING WITH ME!!!!!!<br /><br />With b</a><a>ated breath, I turned it off...waited a few moments....and turned it back on.<br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZY2Y1H5-c/TVa6PUF4tgI/AAAAAAAABng/wjvRDK-dNd0/s1600/aaa.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GvZY2Y1H5-c/TVa6PUF4tgI/AAAAAAAABng/wjvRDK-dNd0/s200/aaa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572846361171768834" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br />Is the suspense killing you yet??</a><a><br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGwQ1hopies/TVa7vLB5UHI/AAAAAAAABno/LdzjOGdwpC8/s1600/MyADHDMe.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 72px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGwQ1hopies/TVa7vLB5UHI/AAAAAAAABno/LdzjOGdwpC8/s200/MyADHDMe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572848008006553714" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br />Well, that was enough excitement for one day.<br />I'm exhausted!!!!<br /><br />Never-the-less, I cannot help but wonder, when I am asleep at night. What exactly is my computer doing? It is chatting with other computers? Is it video taping me? OR is it just trying to think up ways to drive me crazier.<br /><br />I'm not afraid.<br />No sir-ee.</a><a><br />I'm gonna live to be 93.<br />I play safe for you and me.<br />Cause I'M No Fool!<br /><br />P.S. The video says it's about 8 minutes but it's really about 40 seconds.<br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqK0VBTx4DA/TVa-cZaiHBI/AAAAAAAABnw/CUOvIIboh4w/s1600/im%2Bno%2Bfool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WqK0VBTx4DA/TVa-cZaiHBI/AAAAAAAABnw/CUOvIIboh4w/s200/im%2Bno%2Bfool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572850983985355794" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="390"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85YzzDMvAho?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85YzzDMvAho?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5457146052988269865?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-85815307767794820282011-02-08T06:30:00.000-05:002011-02-08T06:30:02.457-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TVCssD-qF7I/AAAAAAAABnI/dNjJsNvBoYA/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TVCssD-qF7I/AAAAAAAABnI/dNjJsNvBoYA/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571142612039636914" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest.<br /><br />So put on your ears,<br />Like good Mouseketeers,<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />By now everyone has either heard or heard about Christina Aguilera's faux pas while singing the Star Spangled Banner for the Super Bowl. (note how I said Faux Pas....as in foo pah....as in the opposite of phu ma.....).<br /><br />This will be a huge topic of conversation for a while. But for some reason, it brought to mind another Super Bowl and another Star Spangled Banner. It was at a time when our country was all pulling together. Our men and women in the Military were in the Persian Gulf. For once it seemed like everyone was proud to be an American. It was Super Bowl XX5 and is considered to be one of Televisions Greatest Moments.<br /><br />Although I have heard this song many many times, sung by many, many people. There was one that still gives me goosebumps every time I hear it. Pitch perfect and sung with so much gusto, it is one of the few times that the only word to describe it is SPECTACULAR!<br /><br />I Hope you enjoy today's Special Guest.<br />I Hope it fills you with pride.<br />Oh, and it goes without saying... God Bless America!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sR_KwLvf0is?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sR_KwLvf0is?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8581530776779482028?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-75374503850888017132011-02-05T22:14:00.012-05:002011-02-06T00:50:22.669-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TU4VvFFgG9I/AAAAAAAABnA/LHdcqCgaEvM/s1600/Word%2BVerification.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TU4VvFFgG9I/AAAAAAAABnA/LHdcqCgaEvM/s200/Word%2BVerification.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570413687667170258" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I know the anticipation has been driving you crazy. <br />You've laid awake nights wondering and hoping <br />"Will I ever get to learn any new words?", you whispered aloud. <br />You probably caught yourself saying out loud,"I NEED to broaden my vocabulary". <br /> <br />Well, you can put your worries to rest. Today is the next installment of The Dreaded WVB. <br />You know, that little box at the bottom of the page with random letters that, until now, everyone thought were just letters that had no meaning. <br /> <br />The Word Verification Box. <br /> <br />So now, without further ado....busy activity, fuss, excitement, commotion, flurry, hub bub, turmoil.....oh, sorry, I've missed my Thesaurus and just had to use it. <br /> <br />Monkeys Are Funny <br /> <br />More definitions from The Dreaded WVB. <br /> <br />1.fulsigi - Little Sigmund Freud after Thanksgiving Dinner. <br /> <br />2. batspot - Batman and Robin's cool hang out place. <br /> <br />3. kerses - those awful words that tend to pop out of our mouths when we drop a brick on our foot. <br /> <br />4. phu ma - When you accidentally say the RIGHT thing. (The opposite of foo pah (an Irish word for faux pas meaning a slip or blemish in etiquette, manners or conduct). <br /> <br />5. readist - a professional reader (ie chemist, pianist, artist) <br /> <br />6. focas - puleeze! <br /> <br />7. haten - obviously the opposite of lovin'. <br /> <br />8. hottow - what you get when you step on asphalt with bare feet in the summer. Opposite of what you get when you step out in the snow with bare feet....cold toe. <br /> <br />9. dpaynt - What Tom Sawyer used to paint de fence. <br /> <br />10. prolocks - an advocate for curly hair. <br /> <br /> That's all for now. Have an outstanding day!! <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7537450385088801713?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-58747644236550066922011-02-03T09:49:00.024-05:002011-02-03T20:40:00.301-05:00<a>So here I am. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtSiR5d-WI/AAAAAAAABmo/ORn7jxoUAHU/s1600/me.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtSiR5d-WI/AAAAAAAABmo/ORn7jxoUAHU/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569636113047222626" border="0" /></a><a> <br /></a><a> <br /></a><a>I'm trying to get back in the zone. <br />The Blog Zone. Picture, if you will, a woman. She is sitting at her computer...wait a minute. I said The BLOG Zone, not The Twilight Zone. <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtUTv8S29I/AAAAAAAABmw/kUXb_FcJnfc/s1600/twilight%2Bzone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtUTv8S29I/AAAAAAAABmw/kUXb_FcJnfc/s200/twilight%2Bzone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569638062437358546" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br />I'm trying to figure out how</a><a> to get back in the rhythm. <br /> <br />How about a simple, "I'm Back!"? <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtISeDwrxI/AAAAAAAABmA/ouOgEDksmyA/s1600/jack-nicholson-the-shining.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtISeDwrxI/AAAAAAAABmA/ouOgEDksmyA/s200/jack-nicholson-the-shining.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569624846317432594" border="0" /></a><a> <br /></a><a>Do I just start writing</a><a> like I've been here all along?</a><a> <br /> <br />Do I try to play catch-up? By the way, A Merry Christmas to Us All; God Bless Us Everyone! <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtOGhXjAzI/AAAAAAAABmI/3-RVCe--OJk/s1600/tiny%2Btim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtOGhXjAzI/AAAAAAAABmI/3-RVCe--OJk/s200/tiny%2Btim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569631238117065522" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br />Do I just start rambling along and see what happens? No, that would be silly and SO out of character for me.</a><a> <br /> <br />Do I fill everyone in on my surgery. <br />OK, I'll do that. <br />I had surgery. Am doing well. <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtVWXYxujI/AAAAAAAABm4/HcF-ue3ra5Q/s1600/recovery_sign.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtVWXYxujI/AAAAAAAABm4/HcF-ue3ra5Q/s200/recovery_sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569639206897170994" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br />Now what?</a><a> <br />Do I pretend I never stopped writing and pick up where I left off? Happy Thanksgiving Everyone! <br /></a><a> <br />Do I talk about why I haven't been blogging? That gets old. <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtPwMVunfI/AAAAAAAABmQ/aoNss8D_S2Y/s1600/computer%2Bwoman%2B2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtPwMVunfI/AAAAAAAABmQ/aoNss8D_S2Y/s200/computer%2Bwoman%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569633053538426354" border="0" /></a><a> <br />Maybe I'll start off with a m</a><a>eme. Memes, Memes, Memes Oh My! No, Somehow I get the feeling we aren't in Kansas anymore. <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtQqGdtBnI/AAAAAAAABmY/XFC6o4j98vA/s1600/Generate-memes-aquire-popularity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtQqGdtBnI/AAAAAAAABmY/XFC6o4j98vA/s200/Generate-memes-aquire-popularity.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569634048393676402" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a> <br /></a><a> <br />I could start off with a</a><a> song. Then again, I wasn't singing when I left. Never even said "So Long". (or farewell, auf weidersehen, or adieu. To you, and you, and you and you and you.) <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtRecxx3eI/AAAAAAAABmg/CBN1i8okN5o/s1600/sound%2Bof%2Bmusic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtRecxx3eI/AAAAAAAABmg/CBN1i8okN5o/s200/sound%2Bof%2Bmusic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569634947736657378" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Then again, I could always just slide in quietly. With so many people switching over to Facebook these days, perhaps nobo</a><a>dy even noticed. Of course I haven't really been around there either. And it's been so long since I've checked my email, I'm afraid to even ope</a><a>n that. <br /> <br />I don't know. There are just too many options. I think I'll just sleep on it and start back another day. After all, tomorrow IS another day! <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtHR3lfFaI/AAAAAAAABlw/7FIqPK7h7HM/s1600/Scarlett_O__Hara__1_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUtHR3lfFaI/AAAAAAAABlw/7FIqPK7h7HM/s200/Scarlett_O__Hara__1_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569623736478274978" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5874764423655006692?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-78961168762585162011-02-01T07:39:00.006-05:002011-02-01T07:48:39.304-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUgAeyayNDI/AAAAAAAABlk/8ksNSDbYqo8/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TUgAeyayNDI/AAAAAAAABlk/8ksNSDbYqo8/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568701468173808690" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're Gonna have a special guest! <br /> <br />So put on your ears. <br />Like good Mouseketeers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /> <br />Well, the alarm clock went off and it's time for my blog to wake up. <br />So I'm not going to hit the snooze button....this time. <br /> <br />Instead... <br />GOOD MORNING!! <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFTvw6gp854?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CFTvw6gp854?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7896116876258516?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-32396814803424410242011-01-29T11:53:00.010-05:002011-01-29T12:12:19.194-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGqVBd9PI/AAAAAAAABlc/2_NkxkUL0uM/s1600/rip%2Bvan%2Bwinkle.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGqVBd9PI/AAAAAAAABlc/2_NkxkUL0uM/s400/rip%2Bvan%2Bwinkle.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652732348527858" border="0" /></a>YAWN<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGiCOj2vI/AAAAAAAABlU/FhigvDGXOpU/s1600/Zzz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGiCOj2vI/AAAAAAAABlU/FhigvDGXOpU/s320/Zzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652589864213234" border="0" /></a>MMMmmmmm. Good Morning!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGbqSsawI/AAAAAAAABlM/_fMr4hTEQBQ/s1600/Zzzzzz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGbqSsawI/AAAAAAAABlM/_fMr4hTEQBQ/s200/Zzzzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652480359885570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGRTONqDI/AAAAAAAABlE/bC6kw8GDDak/s1600/Zzzzz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TURGRTONqDI/AAAAAAAABlE/bC6kw8GDDak/s200/Zzzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567652302368385074" border="0" /></a>No, I don't know the guy in the video!<br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_qvmANQ-4Hw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ciframe%20title=" youtube="" video="" player="" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_qvmANQ-4Hw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen="">"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHh56r8_HDA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gHh56r8_HDA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3239681480342441024?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-79767956903573126402010-11-23T07:44:00.004-05:002010-11-23T08:28:11.710-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TOu3sRuQwNI/AAAAAAAABkw/b08_615kI9c/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TOu3sRuQwNI/AAAAAAAABkw/b08_615kI9c/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542725737709093074" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />Were gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!<br /><br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kR0OrgKtgsM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kR0OrgKtgsM?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7976795690357312640?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-58198501288016732292010-11-17T00:00:00.006-05:002010-11-17T00:24:35.311-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TONiofXC_4I/AAAAAAAABko/tVmcxRlQDpw/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TONiofXC_4I/AAAAAAAABko/tVmcxRlQDpw/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540380414348296066" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday......actually it is about quarter past Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br />So put on your ears<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Last Month My Special Guest was The Evolution of Song.<br />I thought that guy was really good, But, what happens when we hear a song? What is it that we feel like doing? Sometimes you feel like you need to let loose and what do you get?<br /><br />THE EVOLUTION OF DANCE!<br /><br />And why do you get The Evolution of Dance?<br />You know why.<br />Cause Tuesday (or quarter past Tuesday in this case) is Guest Star Day!!!!<br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5819850128801673229?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-61003803343095812402010-11-14T10:33:00.006-05:002010-11-14T11:00:29.457-05:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>One of our blog friends had a birthday this past Monday. She may think I forgot but I didn't. I even got her a card.....ahem....and it is sitting here right beside me.<br /><br />I wish I could link you to her but I am having computer-user problems. You all know her anyway. www.richgifts.blogspot.com<br /><br />I have, however, written a few special short songs to let her know how special she is. I wasn't able to write the actual melody because of the countless hours I spent on the lyrics. I wanted to make sure it "spoke" to everyone that read it. So I sat down and I wrote, I deleted, I pondered and I wrote some more. Finally I was able to come up with exactly what I wanted to say.<br /><br />So, Happy Belated Birthday Edie.<br />And these songs are especially for you!!<br /><br />(Sing to the tune of Three Blind Mice)<br /><br />Edie E<br />Edie E<br /><br />Edie Edie E<br />Edie Edie E<br /><br />E-Edie Edie E-E-Edie<br />E-Edie E-Edie E E Edie<br />E-Edie E-Edie E-E-Edie<br /><br />E-E-Edie!<br /><br />(This next song is sung to the tune of Ring Around the Rosies)<br /><br />E-Edie Edie Edie<br />E-Edie Edie Edie<br />Edie<br />Edie<br />E-EDIE!<br /><br />.............I had to stop and wipe a tear from my eye while typing that. It just touched me and at the risk of sounding proud, I just think that the lyrics to these tunes are so touching and paint a beautiful picture of our good friend.<br /><br />(This is my last song. Please sing it to the tune of I'm a Yankee Doodle Dandy)<br /><br />Edie Edie Edie Edie<br />Edie Edie Edie E<br />E-E-E-Edie Edie E-Edie.<br />Edie<br />E-E-E-E-Edie!<br /><br />E-Edie Edie Edie Edie.<br />Edie Edie E-Edie.<br /><br />Edie Edie Edie E<br />Edie Edie Edie<br />Edie<br />E-Edie<br />E-Edie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6100380334309581240?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-47815460479081086992010-11-09T06:30:00.010-05:002010-11-09T06:30:01.329-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TNFjWl60FyI/AAAAAAAABkg/93s_By3Nztw/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 162px; float: left; height: 200px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535314656802117410" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TNFjWl60FyI/AAAAAAAABkg/93s_By3Nztw/s200/annette.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears,<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!<br /><br />Last week's Special Guest (<a href="http://www.chattykelly.com/">Chatty Kelly, Chatty Kelly, Chatty Kelly</a>) THERE Now the Link is working...actually I still had to get her help. Anyway, Last weeks Special Guest was Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge Over Troubled Water. I used it after I read Chatty Kelly's blog about the same song. I was feeling kind of yucky and her blog just really helped me out.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.chattykelly.com/">Chatty Kelly, Chatty Kelly, Chatty Kelly</a>. THERE! (just practicing)<br /><br />ANYWAY, although Simon and Garfunkel are no longer a duo, Paul Simon went on and became a superstar. (A shame really, not that he made it so big because I really like his music, but a shame because Art Garfunkel's voice was amazing).<br /><br />There is one song by Paul Simon that stands out in my mind. Not so much because of the song itself, although it is really a fun song. The lyrics and the melody are really catchy in that wonderful 1980s way but it is the video always cracks me up.<br /><br />For those of you who aren't familiar with the video, watch it closely. The entire thing is lip-synced by Chevy Chase. And Paul Simon acts like his little (excuse the pun) sidekick. But Paul Simon is really the singer. BTW, Chevy is 6'4" and Paul is 5'3".<br /><br />By the way, if you have a good eye, take a look at Chevy Chase when he is drinking a sip of water. Watch what happens when he puts down his glass.<br /><br />A bit of trivia, the names in the song, Al and Betty, were chosen by Paul when he went to a party with his then-wife and the host of the party mistakenly called them Al and Betty).<br /><br />OK, Paul and Chevy are sitting here so patiently waiting for me to stop rambleing on so they can do their song. It was very nice of them to come by. Of course how could they resist. Everyone knows that this is the next best thing to being on The Ed Sullivan Show. "Why" you ask. Oh come on, you have to know why by now....Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" height="385" 480=""><param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsEjsIbWq88?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" name="movie"><param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"><param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AsEjsIbWq88?fs=" hl="en_US" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4781546047908108699?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-3408553074066940422010-11-05T13:31:00.015-04:002010-11-05T15:03:49.484-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Jingle Bells <br />Jingle Bells <br />Jingle all the way... <br /> <br />All the way to the mall, shopping center, Target or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Walmart</span>. <br /> <br />I received the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Walmart</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TOYLAND</span> Catalog 2010 in the mail yesterday. <br /> <br />I don't do very much toy shopping anymore. My youngest is 14 and most of his "toys" come from a computer, music, or video game store. As for my 19 year old, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">don't</span> have a clue what to get him. <br /> <br />ANYWAY, I glanced through the catalog anyway and I cannot believe how much the price of toys has gone up since I shopped for them!! <br /> <br />Remember NERF? You could get a Nerf bat and ball for a few dollars and have hours of fun! Well, maybe not hours. The bat usually broke after 20-30 minutes. But now you can get a Nerf N-Strike Stampede with 60 darts of automatic Nerf-Firing Fun for ONLY $49.97!! Of course if you get the gun you also HAVE to get the Tactical Vest for $29.97. <br /> <br />Fisher Price sells an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Imaginext</span> Space Shuttle or Pirate Ship for ONLY $40.00 (actually $39.97). Put a name on it, like The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">BatCave</span>, and the price goes up to $44.97. <br /> <br />The Little Mommy Walk and Giggle Doll........ $69.97!! <br /> <br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">LEGOs</span> seem to be about the same price as when I bought them for my boys. They were the most expensive toys around back then. Now they are on the lower end of the price range AND NO BATTERIES REQUIRED!! <br /> <br />An Easy Bake Oven seemed to be reasonably priced at $18.00, on sale from $28.00. But wait <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">don't</span> forget the Easy Bake Deluxe Delights Cake and Cookie Kit for another $24.00! <br /> <br />Video Games and Game Systems are outrageous but they have always been. They cost about the same as they did when I was buying them for my kids. Remember the Atari 2600? I had one of those sometime around 1983 (I think) and even back then it was about $125-$150. <br /> <br />Bicycles seem to have DROPPED in price. There were some nice ones for $88 and $99. Well, that makes sense. Who would want to have to go OUTSIDE to play? <br /> <br />And then there's BARBIE. <br /> <br />And then there's Maude. <br />And then there's Maude. <br />And then there's Maude. <br />That <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">uncompromisin</span>' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">enterprisin</span>', anything but tranquilizing. <br />Right on Maude! <br /> <br />oops, sorry...Monkeys Are Funny <br /> <br />And then there's Barbie! <br />I have never bought a Barbie in my life. Thank Goodness!! She is the most spoiled girl (woman? Young adult?) that I have ever seen! AND SNEAKY!! You can find the Barbie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Fashionistas</span> for just $10. That's reasonable, right? And For $25 you can get one with a light- up fairytale dress. But Barbie is Never Ever satisfied! There has never been a woman alive with wardrobe anything close to what is available to Barbie. And for just $49.98 you can get a kit to "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Glitterize</span>" her wardrobe. <br /> <br />Would Barbie be happy with a Sedan? No WAY! She HAS to have a convertible. AND a Camper! Come on, how could she hike in those heels? <br /> <br />It's bad enough that she has to have her own pets (and you KNOW she isn't the one cleaning up after those dogs). But now she also needs a $25. Puppy Swim School with Pool. Of course she has her own pool too. <br /> <br /> Naturally she also needs somewhere to live. There it is! The Barbie 3 Story Dream Townhouse with Pink Personal Elevator and Furnishings With Lights and Sounds on Every Level! $145.00! <br /> <br /> Now that Barbie has everything she is going to want to have a party! Welcome Ken, and 20 of her other closest friends......they'll need new clothes too won't they? If You Give A Pig A Pancake...... <br /> <br />Oh what fun it is to ride on a one horse opened sleigh-hey! <br /> <br />Jingle Bells <br />Jingle Bells <br />Jingle All the Way <br />Oh what fun it is to ride on a One Horse Opened Sleigh!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-340855307406694042?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-60577795952503034342010-11-02T10:11:00.008-04:002010-11-02T10:34:32.407-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TNAgMwpQD2I/AAAAAAAABkY/6I_cNvzYRdU/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TNAgMwpQD2I/AAAAAAAABkY/6I_cNvzYRdU/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534959345626779490" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday (AGAIN!).<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears.<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!<br /><br />I was going to do something about voting today. But you all know who you are supposed to vote for so I won't be redundant.<br /><br />Feeling in a funk anyway. THEN, this morning I went over to Chatty Kelly's blog and found the perfect Guest Star. I'm not using the same artist as she did (you know I have my favorites) but when I listen to this song the way she pointed it out, well, it sure does put the right perspective on things. After all, when I'm weary, feeling small etc, HE is ALWAYS there for me.<br /><br />By the way, have you read Kelly's Monday Musings? I absolutely LOVE them. All those fun songs we used to listen to, then she puts them in a whole new perspective. Go see for yourself!<br />I have tried THREE times to link to her but can't get it to work. Must be computer problems.....what's that you say? USER problems? Well, maybe.<br /><br />SO, although Jesus isn't my Guest Star ( because He is our Guest Star Everyday). These guys are knocking at my door right now. They are ready to do their thing. Why? you ask. You know why.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!<img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-PNun-Pfb4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-PNun-Pfb4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6057779595250303434?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-65806836644887511822010-10-26T06:30:00.010-04:002010-10-26T09:44:37.066-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMWp23SkEaI/AAAAAAAABkQ/8IFmwK72sQI/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMWp23SkEaI/AAAAAAAABkQ/8IFmwK72sQI/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532014477314363810" border="0" /></a><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />Were gonna have a special guest!<br />So put on your ears,<br />Like good Mousketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As you know, these last few months have been a bit rough for me. I havent gotten back into my old blogging routine. After I have been scanning through a few of your posts, I realized that I won TWO (not one) , but TWO awards!!<br /><br />(insert drum roll and cheers from the crowds)<br /><a href="http://krippledwarrior.blogspot.com/"><br />My friend at SOME THINGS I HAVE LEARNED</a>....better known as Krippled Warrior has blessed me with the One Lovely Blog Award (on October 14, 2010) . Now I've been called a lot of things in my life. Some good and some not so good. However, I don't recall the word "Lovely" ever being sent my way. Thank you Kurt. If anyone was going to call me lovely, I'm glad it was you!<br /><br /><br />Award from Krippled Warrior 10/14/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMB9nifAylI/AAAAAAAABkI/FhaLxtIKJ4E/s1600/OneLovelyBlog5B15D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMB9nifAylI/AAAAAAAABkI/FhaLxtIKJ4E/s320/OneLovelyBlog5B15D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530558460636219986" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My second award is from <a href="http://samuraisdojo.blogspot.com/">Samurai's Dojo</a>. Way back on August 11, 2010 he sent me The Inspiring Masterpiece award. Now, as I said earlier, Lovely isn't a word often heard when I am being described. (By the way, by lovely I am thinking of the definition "Spiritual beauty, highly pleasing, having a beauty that appeals to the heart or mind).<br /><br />But "Inspiring"? Wow! That's one I don't recall hearing either. Inspiring......" Exalting influence, to produce confidence in others, to influence or guide". Me? Oh wait, INSPIRING also has another definition, "to produce breathe/life by breathing into"....ie CPR? I must confess that on the occassions I was doing that, I never once was thinking I was inspiring. More that likely I was thinking, "BREATHE please BREATHE!"<br /><br />Somehow, I do think Samurai was talking about the first definitions. What an honor!Thank you!<br /><br />Award from Samurai's Dojo 8/11/2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMB86vQs84I/AAAAAAAABkA/ITR9LdUk1f8/s1600/Inspiring+masterpiece.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TMB86vQs84I/AAAAAAAABkA/ITR9LdUk1f8/s320/Inspiring+masterpiece.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530557690971747202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I do feel a bond with these 2 gentlemen. There is something about their posts that will just keep you going back. One, who refuses to believe or admit that he is a hero (read just one of his posts and you will see that he is). The other does tend to ramble (haha). Now who does THAT remind us of? And both of them have a stong, unrelenting faith in God that, more than once, has caught me off guard as I will be reading their blog and feel the Holy Spirit saying to me, I'M TALKING TO YOU!!.<br /><br />You can find my 2 awards in my sidebar, (thanks to Chatty </a><a>Kelly)....now doesn't this just figure. I finally was able to get the other 2 linked and can't get Kelly linked. So much for my award from the school of linkology! I won't let her off that easily....plus if you read my post, you probably read hers.....actually most of you found me though her. Just in case...www.chattykelly.com!<br /><br />So who could be a special guest today? You've all heard me quote this lady. I've never invited her to be a guest on Guest Star Day. But it is time for her to grace us with her appearance because, thanks to these awards, I get that warm fuzzy feeling.....you know...you've heard me say it before.<br /><br />"You Like Me!<br />You Really Like Me!!"<br /><br />Hmm, Sally can tell you better than I can. So here she is. Why, You ask? You know why, Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!<br /><br />I couldn't find the actual clip but I did find a clip with those famous words......<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9D7KMAX-H4U?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9D7KMAX-H4U?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6580683664488751182?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-46018324980874833312010-10-19T08:13:00.005-04:002010-10-19T08:21:43.248-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TL2M9VsoRCI/AAAAAAAABjo/JFnHBmGjc5U/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TL2M9VsoRCI/AAAAAAAABjo/JFnHBmGjc5U/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529730902905078818" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears,<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!<br /><br />When you aren't able to do very much, you end up feeling like a slug (minus the slimy residue).<br />This morning I need to get up and get moving but I'm SO tired.<br /><br />Somehow I need to get my adrenalin moving...<br />Get my blood pumping.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/upctPUa6RhA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/upctPUa6RhA?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4601832498087483331?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-26321729492425432512010-10-12T06:30:00.000-04:002010-10-12T06:30:00.230-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIumUMN_UI/AAAAAAAABjg/7oULdPJ8A6Y/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIumUMN_UI/AAAAAAAABjg/7oULdPJ8A6Y/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526530928526884162" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest! <br />So put on your ears <br />Like Good Mousekateers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!! <br /> <br />I cannot think of any way to segway into today's Special Guest. I think this guy is pretty funny and some of his impersonations are right on target.....cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!??? (yeah, I know. That doesn't make any sense.) <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqvpx31N3DQ?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqvpx31N3DQ?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2632172949242543251?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-87981457645682895272010-10-10T12:33:00.019-04:002010-10-10T15:36:24.257-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIUkrkDfLI/AAAAAAAABjY/fDC2nFlNukA/s1600/Money-Tree-260x228.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIUkrkDfLI/AAAAAAAABjY/fDC2nFlNukA/s200/Money-Tree-260x228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526502313138814130" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a>ANYONE who has ever sent me an email knows that I have issues about remembering to check my email account. I have good intentions (and we all know what good intentions can get you), but the days slip by and I completely forget. <br /> <br />A few months ago I went to my email account and cleaned it up a bit. I deleted most of the 1800 unread emails (I kid you not).....I kid you not (ha, I'll refrain for now on that....but come on, "I kid you not"? Who came up with that?) <br /></a><a> <br />So anyway, I deleted most of the 1800 unread emails. I stayed up to date for a while and then the next thing you know days, weeks maybe a month had gone by and once again the unread emails started to add u</a><a>p. I think my SPAM control button turns off intentionally if I go too long without checking</a><a>. <br /> <br />The sad thing is that </a><a>I have missed out on SO much! <br /></a><a> <br />If I had checked my emails regularly, I could have... <br /> <br />1. Won $40,000 in gold</a><a>. <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIJ6i8UcMI/AAAAAAAABiw/cktY-SQCNcI/s1600/gold.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIJ6i8UcMI/AAAAAAAABiw/cktY-SQCNcI/s200/gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526490594153885890" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br />2. Found the Fountain of Youth. <br />3.Made $24,000 in 24 </a><a>hours. <br />4. Won numerous new computers. <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLISM38EP6I/AAAAAAAABi4/lqLTIfNOtYQ/s1600/free+computer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLISM38EP6I/AAAAAAAABi4/lqLTIfNOtYQ/s200/free+computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526499705120636834" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br />5. Started a job as a Medical Biller. <br />6. Learned to be a nurse in 6 months. <br />7. Won a prize a day for 100 days. <br />8.Found out what my future holds. <br />9. Won 1 of 100</a><a>,000 bottle openers. <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIS-h-O3II/AAAAAAAABjA/NL1U80wkIWE/s1600/metal-bottle-openers-th.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIS-h-O3II/AAAAAAAABjA/NL1U80wkIWE/s200/metal-bottle-openers-th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526500558217600130" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />10. Found out that there are hundreds of single people in MY area that are waiting to meet me. <br />11. Won a Harley Davidson.</a><a> (I could have given it to Krippled Warrior!) <br /></a><a> <br />ALSO, I had so many friends out there that I wasn't even aware of. You know, People looking out for me. They sent me </a><a>SO many emails with such enticing subject lines! <br /> <br />1. Just wait til you see this!! <br />2. If you Twitter, You'll Love TWITTER DATE! <br />3. Bankruptcy May Be My Answe</a><a>r. <br />4.Want to rebuild your future? <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLITiy1qjKI/AAAAAAAABjI/Q-306EJ5iok/s1600/ladies-back-to-the-future-delorean-flames-t-shirt-logo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLITiy1qjKI/AAAAAAAABjI/Q-306EJ5iok/s200/ladies-back-to-the-future-delorean-flames-t-shirt-logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526501181220359330" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />5. Last Chance to Act Now. <br />6. This is your LAST CHANCE to ACT NOW! <br />7. ACT NOW!</a><a> <br />8. Hurry! Act Now before Time Runs out!! <br />9. CONGRATULATIONS! Your Reward is Waiting!! <br /> <br />Wow I won the reward without even doing ANYTHING!! <br /> <br />And so many more! <br /> <br />I wonder what they did with all those prizes I never claimed. <br /></a><a> <br />I wonder if they found someone to fill all those job positions that I missed out on. <br /> <br />I wonder how many times something can be "The Last Chance" before it REALLY IS :The Last Chance. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIUB5KhCGI/AAAAAAAABjQ/wC7z1UgCyF4/s1600/limited_time_offer.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TLIUB5KhCGI/AAAAAAAABjQ/wC7z1UgCyF4/s200/limited_time_offer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526501715494373474" border="0" /></a><a> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I wonder if something says I must respond within 24 hours to win $40,000 in gold, if I would get some kind of consolidation prize if I responded in 25 hours. <br /> <br />I wonder if I mail someone a check for $50 they will send me $1,000 in return just for helping them out of a bind. <br /> <br />Maybe there really IS a great area of oceanfront property in Arizona. <br /> <br />And maybe, Just MAYBE, Money DOES grow on trees...... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8798145764568289527?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-38607239017668868742010-10-08T08:34:00.020-04:002010-10-08T09:29:34.517-04:00<a>Walmart<br />Walmart<br />WalMART!</a><a><br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZeRsRvgI/AAAAAAAABig/VsfjG84vHdI/s1600/walmart-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZeRsRvgI/AAAAAAAABig/VsfjG84vHdI/s200/walmart-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525663275742772738" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br />Walmart<br />Walmart<br />WalMART!</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZN_da4uI/AAAAAAAABiQ/yOokGITXcls/s1600/walmart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZN_da4uI/AAAAAAAABiQ/yOokGITXcls/s200/walmart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525662995970712290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZXHdi6yI/AAAAAAAABiY/77aME3VqpDY/s1600/People-of-People-of-Walmart-.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8ZXHdi6yI/AAAAAAAABiY/77aME3VqpDY/s200/People-of-People-of-Walmart-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525663152737544994" border="0" /></a><a><br />Walmart<br />Walmart<br />WalMART!!!!!<br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br />Hey, when you are stuck in the house 24/7, even Walmart sounds like a blast! Add the fact that Chatty Kelly picked me up a</a><a>nd took me.........It was more fun than some parties I've been to.<br /><br />OK, Actually, it has been a long time since I've been to a party.</a><a> There was that really exceptional party in early June back in 1982....."Oh what a night".<br />Wait a minute, th</a><a>a</a><a>t was Late December back in 63.<br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8bVlecPhI/AAAAAAAABio/MW8Advctzhk/s1600/b4seasons.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8bVlecPhI/AAAAAAAABio/MW8Advctzhk/s200/b4seasons.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525665325457882642" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br />I wasn't even born then so obviously that wasn't "such a special time for me".<br /><br />However,</a><a> there was that "Party like it's 1999".<br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8Uh801HGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/yivUVCKbwZg/s1600/prince.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8Uh801HGI/AAAAAAAABhQ/yivUVCKbwZg/s200/prince.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525657841302838370" border="0" /></a><a><br /></a><a><br /></a><a><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br />Aren't you glad the entire internet/all electronics/ and every modern appliance in the world didn't crash that night!! I wonder how many people are still eating </a><a>cans of SPAM that they bought so they wouldn't starve when the calendar changed over to 2000.<br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8VC2NfBDI/AAAAAAAABhY/04bTN9MVEqU/s1600/spam.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8VC2NfBDI/AAAAAAAABhY/04bTN9MVEqU/s200/spam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525658406462882866" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /></a><a><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br />By the way, I've been reading a lot of magazines since I've been laid up. I have seen (on multiple occasions) an ad for Riders Lee Jeans-sold only at Walmart. The add says they are INSTANTLY slimming. DON'T FALL FOR IT!!<br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8Tn1wMlZI/AAAAAAAABhI/4IrRW6V9nbQ/s1600/jeans.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8Tn1wMlZI/AAAAAAAABhI/4IrRW6V9nbQ/s200/jeans.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525656842971944338" border="0" /></a><a><br /><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><a><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I actually went to all the trouble of removing my brace to try them on. (Definitely would have been worth it to look INSTANTLY slimmer). LIES, I tell you! LIES!! I suppose the "Sold only at Walmart" should have been a give away.<br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8WvjsWCqI/AAAAAAAABho/RPZwQrbNzi4/s1600/adhd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TK8WvjsWCqI/AAAAAAAABho/RPZwQrbNzi4/s200/adhd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525660274097785506" border="0" /></a><a><br /></a><a><br /><br /><br /><br />Oops....forgot to take my Adderall this morning......LATER!!<br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3860723901766886874?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-53863543489361329562010-10-05T06:30:00.001-04:002010-10-05T06:30:01.095-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TKoneqzRjhI/AAAAAAAABg4/tyGdy6Obrh8/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TKoneqzRjhI/AAAAAAAABg4/tyGdy6Obrh8/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524271300762242578" border="0" /></a><br /><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />you know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears.<br />Like good Mousekateers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!<br /></a><a><br />Tuesday.<br />Tuesday.<br />I cannot believe it is already Tuesday.<br />The days drag on but as soon as I turn around it is Tuesday.<br /><br />What if I were rich?<br />Hhhmm.</a><a><br />I wonder if I would be able to buy someone to wear this back brace for me.<br />Somehow I doubt that would work.<br /><br />Even if it did work, I'm quite sure that insurance would never cover it.<br /><br />Actually, I'm pretty lucky. I think we fall into the hardworking middle class American.<br /><br /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TKooLYVuOcI/AAAAAAAABhA/WoCyCDD9HeI/s1600/miss_me_yet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TKooLYVuOcI/AAAAAAAABhA/WoCyCDD9HeI/s200/miss_me_yet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524272068900567490" border="0" /></a><a><br /></a><a>We pay our bills and still have enough for a few extras and even try to put away a little bit here and there.<br /><br />But still, "what would have been so terrible if I had a <span style="font-size:78%;">small<span style="font-size:100%;"> fortune"....hhmmm<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vo6BvfaOu5c?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vo6BvfaOu5c?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5386354348936132956?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-82813880757117353642010-09-30T06:30:00.000-04:002010-09-30T06:30:00.978-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>I've been labeled..... Which, in my Thesaurus is another word for Tagged.<br /><br />You see, it really was no miracle what happened was just this (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">opps</span>, thought I was back in Kansas with my friend Dorothy for a moment. ANYWAY, Samurai's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dojo</span> and I were playing a friendly game of Tag. Everything was going fine when he reached out to tag me. It was obvious that he missed me by a mile but he kept insisting that he had gotten me and that I was "It". I was going to argue the point with him and insist he realize that there was absolutely no way he could have tagged me, BUT, it was just his word against mine. No one else saw it. The consequences of an argument could have been ugly as he has a Sword and I have an Ax. SO, after just a split second pause, I took the high road and conceded.<br />(Just so He knows, that I know)<br /><br /><b>1. Why did you start blogging?<br /><br />Chatty Kelly and Sue J were doing it and both of them insisted I would like it. I actually didn't think I would stick to it. I was thinking that I would not have anything to write. But, even though I was correct in my thoughts, somehow words ended up on the screen. A few of them even made sense! I NEVER expected to have over 2 followers (Chatty Kelly and Sue J).</b><br /><br /><br /><b>2. If you could travel anywhere in the world with no restriction of costs, where would it be and why?<br /><br />At this moment, the moon would be nice because there isn't any gravity and I could get around without wearing my back brace.<br /><br /></b><b>3. Did you have a teacher in school that had a great influence on your life? If so, what?<br /><br />School, er, um, well, um, I never liked school. I was so difficult to stay focused. There wasn't a diagnosis for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ADHD</span>. Every year I would start off with such high hopes and expectations. New notebooks, binder, a place for everything. Somehow by the end of week one there would be probably 20 balled up half written pages of notes I had taken in class. I no idea how to study and no guidance at home. As a result, I ended up being that kid that sits in the back of the room, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">doodleing</span> in my notebook and just getting by by the skin of my teeth. SO, unfortunately, No, I didn't. Oh, and speaking of "getting by, by the skin of my teeth".....<br /><br />Do your teeth have skin? I don't think mine do. Shouldn't the saying be, "By the enamel on my teeth"? Just a thought.<br /><br />oops....Monkeys Are Funny.<br /><br /></b><b>4. If you could spend the day with a famous person, who would it be, and what would you do?<br /><br />A retired soldier. No specific one. Hopefully we would sit outside (it would be a nice breezy day), we would drink lemonade, well, one glass of lemonade but then I would probably switch to Diet Coke. He would probably have Rum and Coke after his glass of Lemonade. We would spend the day with him telling me his stories. I would NOT interrupt him (hey, it's my fantasy), but I would give him 110%. I would ask questions though. His stories would be so vivid that I would be able to picture them in my head.</b><br /><br /><br /><b>5. Toilet paper - over or under?<br /><br />Going on a Lion Hunt. I'm not afraid. LOOK! Over there! A big, dark cave! Can't go over it. Can't go under it. Can't go around it. I'll have to go through it.<br />Oh, Ah, Where were we.....Oh yeah, OVER. Always over.<br /></b><br /><br /><b>6. Name one thing in your life that you would do over if possible.<br /><br />Just one!?! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hmmm</span>, well there are many. One of the top 5 would be that I would not have been such a push-over with my kids.<br /></b><br /><br /><b>7. Tell about your pets - if any.<br /><br />Victoria-Old English Sheepdog when I was a kid.<br />Liz- Black Lab we got for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">JM</span> when he was about 8 years old.<br />Sydney- Black Lab we got after Liz passed away.<br /><br />Whew, Aren't you glad to finally know that!<br /></b><br /><br /><b>8. Do you live in a small town or a large town. (You don't have to name the town</b></a>)<br /><br />The county I live in was more "country like" when we moved here 19 years ago. It has grown SO much! I don't mean New York City like (or anything close) but it is growing and growing. And I told 2 friend and they told 2 friends and so on, and so on, and so on, and so on.....<br /><br />Wonder why my print changed? I didn't do it.....on purpose. I'm afraid to try to change anything as I could end up erasing my entire blog and maybe half the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">blogospere</span> too. (OK, that was a little bit extreme)<br /><br />Well, that's all. I'm supposed to tag 5 more people but I'm tired and shouldn't be running around in a back brace anyway. SO, if you want to, consider yourself LABELED!! In other words...."You're IT!"<br /><br /><br /><div class="comments" id="comments"> <a name="comments"></a></div><a></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8281388075711735364?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-41297105470211494372010-09-29T09:57:00.003-04:002010-09-29T10:05:26.267-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yesterday</span> was Tuesday. <br />I am quite sure that meant SOMETHING <br />I just can't remember. <br />Someone was knocking at my door sometime early yesterday morning. <br />I was just SO tired that I didn't even answer the door. <br />I wonder who it was. <br />Maybe it was just my imagination. <br />Maybe it was a guest. <br />It could have been a special guest. <br />If so, I'm sure they'll come back next week. <br /> <br />:-) <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4129710547021149437?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-78153812326921204482010-09-24T19:36:00.013-04:002010-09-24T23:48:57.237-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1GKbz2uJI/AAAAAAAABgw/8J4hk-fVWgY/s1600/Bored.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1GKbz2uJI/AAAAAAAABgw/8J4hk-fVWgY/s400/Bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520645863303985298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1BOYF-73I/AAAAAAAABgQ/do6yJZYeM6A/s1600/losing+my+mind.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1BOYF-73I/AAAAAAAABgQ/do6yJZYeM6A/s200/losing+my+mind.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520640433467617138" border="0" /></a><br /><a><span style="font-size:180%;"> I AM LOSING MY MIND<br /><br />The doctor has </span></a><a><span style="font-size:180%;">lightened my restrictions, from 5 lbs or less to 10 pound</span></a><a><span style="font-size:180%;">s or less.<br /><br />This brace is SO uncomfortable.<br /><br />I CAN'T DO anything.</span></a><a><br /></a><a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I GET SO BOARD.....hmmmm<br /><br /></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1EAvP2DAI/AAAAAAAABgo/425FtRhWazE/s1600/15x19x1-5+Cutting+Boards+Maple+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1EAvP2DAI/AAAAAAAABgo/425FtRhWazE/s320/15x19x1-5+Cutting+Boards+Maple+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520643497699707906" border="0" /></a><a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />HHHmmm.... You know what I mean....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The healing seems to be going as it should and I have no right to complain.<br /><br />I just get SO bored.<br /><br />I can hardly do anything;<br /></span></a><a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">OK, I've vented. I'm done.<br />Am doing as well, if not better than expected. It just takes SO long!<br /><br />Reality Check......<br /><br />I was in pain, much more pain for years before surgert.<br />Pain killer consumption is down to about 1/4 of what I was taking before surgery.<br /><br />These are all good things<br /><br />I know. I KNOW!!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);">I Am Just So Bored!!!!!<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ok, I'm done now. HaD MY HISSY-FIT.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);">Have a Terrific WEEKEND!!<br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1CixWyUWI/AAAAAAAABgg/T7M97YaPW7w/s1600/frankie_says_relax.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJ1CixWyUWI/AAAAAAAABgg/T7M97YaPW7w/s200/frankie_says_relax.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520641883357991266" border="0" /></a><a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></span></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7815381232692120448?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-48123258311452846942010-09-21T06:30:00.001-04:002010-09-21T06:30:01.184-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJda97iGo9I/AAAAAAAABgI/PfR2Pez-uTg/s1600/Annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJda97iGo9I/AAAAAAAABgI/PfR2Pez-uTg/s200/Annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518979888365085650" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a special guest! <br />So put on your ears <br />Like good Mousekateers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!! <br /> <br />FACEBOOK..A fun way to keep in touch with friends, old and new. I admit I haven't joined the party yet. To tell you the truth, there aren't too many old friends that I have a huge desire to "re-hook-up" with. My younger days were....well.....as I said, there aren't too many old friends that I have a huge desire to "re-hook-up" with. PLUS, I have a hard enough time getting around to reading all of the blogs written by my NEW friends. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- Kids love it. It is their way of "expressing" themselves. They can chat with their friends, work on computer tech, and keep up with what's what in their circle. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- These days many kids are more computer savy than their parents. Or in my case.... MOST kids are A LOT more savy! My computer skills fall in these categories......Blogging, e-Bay and e-Mail. That about covers it. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- My kids have accounts. How sweet...NOT. Chatty Kelly showed me my son's facebook page. Holy Canoli! Who is this child! Obviously someone has stolen his identity. Who are these people he has as "friends"? I've never heard of them. And since when did my little angel learn some of those descriptive words he's using???? <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- A friend of mine is a school principal. He says he occasionally goes on Facebook just to check out some of the students in his school. It gives him an idea of the REAL child behind the sweet smile and the Eddie Haskell demeanor. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- If you have kids, you need a Facebook account. I'm going to go work on one now. I'm not quite ready to actually USE one yet and I won't be updating it YET. BUT, it's time I see what's going on in the real world. Well, not the whole world, but at least what's going on under my own roof. <br /> <br />I'm not sure if my angel still reads my blog so I don't know if he'll know I'm out there. If he does, that's ok......if he doesn't......that's ok too. Either way, He's gonna have some "splainin" to do! <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- "The times they are a changin".....whether I like it or not. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK- This mom's going to be on Facebook. <br /> <br />FACEBOOK-That's my special guest today, so... <br /> <br />Put on your ears <br />Like good Mousekateers. <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star (and today it's also Facebook) DAY!! <br /> <br />(a line or 2 of this clip pushes my PG-13 rating, but most of it is a great reminder to get out there and see what's going on.) <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 640="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_QePidL750?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o_QePidL750?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4812325831145284694?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-20519019738618818222010-09-15T22:56:00.006-04:002010-09-15T23:34:18.406-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJGOv-lQx4I/AAAAAAAABgA/2UGknICkDnE/s1600/CalvinHobbesMakingFaces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJGOv-lQx4I/AAAAAAAABgA/2UGknICkDnE/s200/CalvinHobbesMakingFaces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517347973409851266" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><a>Back surgery puts restrictions on just about every part of your life. <br />Even computer time is limited as I am not supposed to sit over 30 min at a time. <br /> <br />Before the surgery I was hurting all the time and just wasn't interested in much of anything. <br />But after the surgery I started to get interested in blogging again. <br /></a><a> <br />I'm not the greatest typist in the world but if I watch my fingers I can usually get by without TOO many mistakes. <br /> <br />SO, I'm grateful that I can spend some time on the </a><a><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">computer</span> since there isn't much of anything else I can do.........oops, I MEANT to say that I WAS grateful when I WAS able to spend time on the computer. <br /> <br />NOTE TO SELF......I never would have thought that a knife would actually go THROUGH the glass of a jar. OK, using it to break up the bottom half inch of wax wasn't one of my smartest ideas but I had frozen it and thought it would just p</a><a>op right out. <br /> <br />Jar with candle wax + Freezer + Steak Knife + A bored woman trying to clean out the jar = 5 stitches in your index finger. <br /> <br />Poor Chatty Kelly, she took me to get stitches today and taking me to the back doctor tomorrow for a check up....not to mention bringing dinner an</a><a>d cleaning my house every week.....when she isn't taking me to pick up scripts and to the store etc. ET has been coming out every week too. Always brings dinner, took me to doctor once and also cleans the house. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJGOlQbrK9I/AAAAAAAABf4/-afLHzP9TEg/s1600/calvin-and-hobbes-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TJGOlQbrK9I/AAAAAAAABf4/-afLHzP9TEg/s200/calvin-and-hobbes-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517347789222915026" border="0" /></a><a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Sisters Are Awesome!! <br /> <br /> <br /></span> <br />(typing with one finger is the pits!) <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2051901973861881822?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-46796787127563754212010-09-14T06:30:00.000-04:002010-09-14T06:30:01.531-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH1SyGiAAII/AAAAAAAABfY/VheFdWgfPe8/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH1SyGiAAII/AAAAAAAABfY/VheFdWgfPe8/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511652539671511170" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears<br />Like good Mouseketeers.<br />Cause Tuesday is GUEST STAR DAY!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Surgeons are awesome! Just ask them, they'll tell you.<br />I am very grateful for my surgeon and he did do a wonderful job.<br />I suppose it would be difficult not to be a little bit proud of yourself when someone walks into your office who can barely walk or even move. They take that person who has pretty much given up on life or at least any quality of life and, well, what they can do is a miracle.<br /><br />I wonder if they thank God for giving them the talent,knowledge, ability? I wonder if they know the miracle is from God and that God has given them that gift.<br /><br />You can bet I have thanked God. Yes, I thanked the surgeon too, but I'll be thankful to God long after I've forgotten that surgeons name.<br /><br />I am grateful for surgeons. Mine was wonderful. It's just, well we're being honest here, it's just I would love to get close enough to him to poke him with a pin. I wonder if he would pop and explode like a balloon or would the air pour out as he shot across the room.<br /><br />Just wondering.<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 640="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHWrudgCc3Q?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OHWrudgCc3Q?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4679678712756375421?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-52300994153347924762010-09-09T06:30:00.001-04:002010-09-09T07:38:06.108-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TILWkpbIVZI/AAAAAAAABfw/noFHWmnp7Os/s1600/WVB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TILWkpbIVZI/AAAAAAAABfw/noFHWmnp7Os/s200/WVB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513204818938189202" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.png" alt="" /> <br /> <br />The Dreaded Word Verification Box.... Better known as The WVB. <br /> <br />For those of you who aren't familiar with this term, the WVB is the box of scrambled letters on some blogs that is supposed to help reduce spammers. Like many of you, I used to find the WVB frustrating and more often than not, I ended up having to type in the letters multiple times until I got them right. <br /> <br />HOWEVER, as many of you know, I finally realized that the WVB should not be dreaded. It is, after all, the making of a new language. All over the blogosphere (not to mention the Internet) people have been unconsciously typing in these, so called, random letters without having a clue that it is really a whole new language just waiting to be learned. <br /> <br />I am so proud of those of you that have begun to realize this! And there are many of you out there that have taken my teachings faithfully and even forwarded me a few of their own discoveries. To those of you, I give a hearty "Well Done"! To the rest of you that haven't discovered this secret language, I say now that it is never to late to learn. <br /> <br />I now present to you my latest additions to The WVB Dictionary. <br /> <br />1.slymis- a sneaky woman. <br /> <br />2.singiac- a manic singer. <br /> <br />3.chabio- Fabio's chubby little brother. <br /> <br />4. hinee- (hee hee) <br /> <br />5.dunpe- what has occurred when one has finished using the restroom. <br /> <br />6. zywis- a contraction of the phrase "as I was". For instance, "Zywis walking down the street and saw a pretty butterfly.". <br /> <br />7. drophous- What the FOX television station will do when they decide to cancel one of my favorite tv shows that stars Hugh Laurie. <br /> <br />8. stillmed- The newest medication for ADHD, (not yet available to the general public). <br /> <br />9. teeter- A broken Teeter-Totter. <br /> <br />10. bunifies- To make something "Bunny-Like". This term is used by scientists during rabbit metamorphosis experiments. <br /> <br />BONUS <br /> <br />11. From Edie at Rich Gifts- <br /> exons- ions that have lost their charge. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Have An Incredibly Wonderful Day!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBzJGckMYO4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBzJGckMYO4?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5230099415334792476?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-69728675511468774602010-09-07T06:30:00.004-04:002010-09-07T06:30:01.388-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH1Uy-uFwwI/AAAAAAAABfg/0h97KPccOxY/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH1Uy-uFwwI/AAAAAAAABfg/0h97KPccOxY/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511654753777861378" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!<br /><br />SO, put on your ears<br />Like good Mousekateers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, yeah, yeah.<br />We all know what today is.<br />We all know what Tuesday means.<br /><br />But do you know what TODAY is???<br /><br />Yes it is Tuesday.<br />But Today...Today...TODAY is TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 7TH!!<br /><br />So wave bye bye to all those sweet little angels as they so merrily trudge off to school.<br />Let them know how horribly you will miss them.<br />Close the door behind them, sigh and slowly let that tiny giggle come out.<br /><br />giggle......giggle......Giggle......GIGGLE.....hehe .......hee hee ......... HEE HEE '<br /><br />WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URZGYcNi8N8?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URZGYcNi8N8?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6972867551146877460?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-57390637344346041882010-09-06T06:30:00.001-04:002010-09-06T06:30:01.135-04:00Things to do when you can't do anything....<br /><br />1. I'll let you know when I think of something.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5739063734434604188?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-87389534761750333972010-09-03T00:27:00.000-04:002010-09-03T12:25:03.280-04:00<a>Did you ever wonder what Wonder Woman's Mother may have looked like? <br /> <br />Hhhmmm after typing that sentence I couldn't help but wonder what Wonder Woman was wondering about herself. How long must one wonder about something before they are given the official title of Wonder Woman. I think I would have to be somewhere in the top 10. <br /> <br />oops, it has been a long time but.........Monkeys Are Funny. <br /></a><a> <br />So, we were wondering what Wonder Woman's Mother may have looked like. <br /> <br />I can't believe I'm doing this. Anyone who knows me and many who have just read my blog know I really do my best to avoid having my picture taken. BUT sometimes you just have to "bite the bullet" (wasn't it Wonder Woman who caught the bullets in her teeth? I know she used her bracelets to block most of them......). <br /> <br />Anyway it just wouldn't be right to leave you wondering. <br /> <br />Wonder No More.......... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH8TkprAvMI/AAAAAAAABfo/NWWkdKSJSkM/s1600/PICT6257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/TH8TkprAvMI/AAAAAAAABfo/NWWkdKSJSkM/s320/PICT6257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512145989307251906" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br />Yes, Yes...I know it puts the Wonder Bra to shame and looks like a Madonna reject. I can hear her now. "Well guys, I like the idea but lets go in the opposite direction and add a few cones...." <br /> <br />It took the first half of the day to shower, wash hair, actually put on make-up (wow!), get dressed and stand there like that (trying not to faint) while Alberquando took my picture. It only took 3 shots. The smile was supposed to be my fake Scarlett O'Hara smile that I mastered years ago, unfortunately I had been holding it frozen to long and it looks a bit like Scarlet after one to many Mint Juleps. *grin* <br /> <br /> <br />Whew! Then I was exhausted, took off the brace and took a nap. I may need to wait a few more weeks before I try to save the world from tyranny, injustice, and the "bad guys". <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8738953476175033397?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-61735233470554228952010-08-31T06:30:00.007-04:002010-08-31T15:22:06.476-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/THlBpNI7fMI/AAAAAAAABfI/tndJfiAzxNI/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/THlBpNI7fMI/AAAAAAAABfI/tndJfiAzxNI/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510507795222068418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means....<br />or do you?<br /><br />It has been a long time.<br />Perhaps you have forgotten what Tuesday means.<br />Perhaps you think that Tuesday simply means it is the day after Monday.<br />Perhaps you think Tuesday means is is the day before Wednesday,<br />Perhaps Tuesday is laundry day, errand day, cleaning, shopping, or playing day.<br />Perhaps you think Tuesday is just another day of the week.<br />OR<br />Perhaps....JUST PERHAPS,<br />You actually DO know what Tuesday Means.<br /><br />Perhaps you woke up this morning and smiled with delight because you couldn't help think that....<br /><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!<br />SO put on your ears.<br />Like good Mouseketeers<br />Cause .......<br />TUESDAY IS GUEST STAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX<br /><br />This surgery that I am recovering from has taken its toll on me. There have been times I have regretted doing it. I have felt completely helpless/hopeless. I have been angry, anxious, afraid, in pain, frustrated, childish, depressed, bored, impatient and so many other things.<br /><br />God taught me a new word through all of this. It is PATIENCE. It is not a word I have been familiar with and quite honestly, it is not a word I am crazy about. Patience, Patience, Patience. Say it aloud a few times and see how ridiculous it sounds. well, to me anyway. "Ah, the Lord works in mysterious ways". Yeah, Yeah, I know.<br /><br />You see, I am beginning to feel better now, (Thank you God). But this is where that ridiculous word comes in. I feel like I can do so much more but if I do the things I want to do (you know, hard things like bending over and picking a pencil up off of the floor), I could do severe damage and end up in the hospital again. PATIENCE. I am SO ready to remove this turtle shell and run a marathon (ok, I never did that before but who knows), or even curl up on the sofa. PATIENCE.<br /><br />The bottom line is, that if I remember this word, PATIENCE, and abide by the rules (which takes PATIENCE) I have a strong feeling that I am going to be a new woman. Although I am in pain, I think it is surgery/incision pain. I think the original pain is gone. That's right, you heard me...gone. Sure there will be achy days but at 46 years old, that is bound to happen anyway.<br /><br />So I need your prayers now. For PATIENCE (a ridiculous sounding word), but necessary, none-the less.<br /><br />I AM going to be the woman I am supposed to be. I have been in pain for close to 20 years. I am not getting my hopes up too high. I know there will be good and bad days. But I also know that I am going to be so much better.<br /><br />Patience.<br />Patience.<br /><br />You see,<br />I am Strong!<br />I am Invincible!<br /><br />Well, I think Helen Reddy can tell you better than I can.<br /><br />So welcome Helen Reddy as today's Special Guest.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUBnxqEVKlk?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MUBnxqEVKlk?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6173523347055422895?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-77752125140289707642010-08-29T14:21:00.006-04:002010-08-29T14:41:30.107-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Sing to the tune of The Farmer In The Dell. <br /> <br />The walls are closing in. <br />The walls are closing in. <br />I think I'm going to lose my mind <br />The walls are closing in. <br /> <br />I'm Oh so very bored. <br />I wander room to room. <br />But each room hasn't changed a bit. <br />It's still the same old room. <br /> <br />I have a chaperone. <br />It drives me up the wall. <br />I always have a chaperone. <br />I have no time alone. <br /> <br />But when I am alone. <br />I'm bored that no ones here. <br />And then I want some company <br />Because nobody's here. <br /> <br />I have to wash my hair. <br />I cannot wash my hair. <br />When no ones here, It's not allowed. <br />I cannot wash my hair. <br /> <br />I get the message now. <br />Dear God I hear you now. <br />I promise I will do my best. <br />I get the message now. <br /> <br />I know what patience means. <br />I hear you loud and clear. <br />I pray that I will not forget. <br />I'm glad that you are near. <br /> <br />I see it now, I do. <br />I'm not alone with YOU. <br />You made me see that just right now. <br />I'm not alone with You! (whew) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7775212514028970764?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-38755693748341757252010-08-27T02:20:00.001-04:002010-08-27T10:51:33.005-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/THdYc2Q7p5I/AAAAAAAABew/5D6PTHwEsxM/s1600/random+dozen.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/THdYc2Q7p5I/AAAAAAAABew/5D6PTHwEsxM/s200/random+dozen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509969921737205650" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br />1. What is your favorite Mexican Dish? <br /> <br />One with Mexican food in it. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />2. When you were a kid, did you get started on your homework right away after school, or did you procrastinate? <br /> <br />Does doing it on the bus on the way to school count as procrastinating? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />3. What is your favorite store for home furnishings? <br /> <br />Depends on who's paying. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />4. When you were young, did you like school lunches? <br /> <br />Anything they served at school HAD to be better than anything my mother would have sent...if she remembered to make it. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />5. Is religion a crutch? <br /> <br />A crutch is similar to a cane, which is what you use after disc fusion and a few laminectomies ...along with a brace, bone stimulator, raised toilet seat, bench in the bathtub and a bottle of Dilaudid. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />6. In your region, what is the "big" (most popular in the community or state) high school sport? <br /> <br />football <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />7. Do you consider yourself rich? <br /> <br />I consider my grandmother's blackberry role with cream on it very rich! AND Delicious! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />8. Which of these would you have the best chance for success in administering: <br />A) CPR <br />B) Heimlich Maneuver <br />C) Changing a flat tire <br /> <br />A) CPR... however, I have discovered that it is rarely successful unless someone is already administering it before EMS gets there. What are you waiting for? It's easy! sign up for a class today!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />9. Which dance would you prefer to learn & why: <br />A) Salsa <br />B) Hip Hop <br />C) Waltz <br />D) Swing <br /> <br />ahem, I'll have to pass on this as I am going to need to learn to walk again first. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />10. What's the worst news you've ever delivered to someone? <br /> <br />I worked in the FD. Nuff said <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />11. Name something you learned in college that had nothing to do with classes or academics. <br /> <br />Kids that pay all, part, or even just a portion of their own way tend to do much better. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />12. New variation on an old question: If there's a song in your head that just won't get out, what is your favorite (or most repeated) line in that song? <br /> <br />When I was getting ready for surgery, I was going to run a Tuesday Guest Star with a doctor song. I never got around to it but did a little searching. UNFORTUNATELY, I found this one. <br /> <br />All I really remember is doctor, doctor, doctor, doctor..... <br /> <br /><a href="http://"><a href="<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc2_QJfUq_o?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wc2_QJfUq_o?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"></a></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" border="0" alt="MyADHDMe"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3875569374834175725?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-50459945764378936552010-08-20T17:35:00.008-04:002010-08-20T18:28:47.976-04:00I believe I've spoken before about who "THEY" are. You know the ones who say you shouldn't swim for an hour after eating. "THEY" used to say, "Don't lift your arms in the air while you are pregnant or the umbilical cord could wrap around the babies throat" Of course a new and much "hipper" group of "THEY'S" disagreed with the old "THEY's" (now referred to as "THEM"). Now THEY say it is perfectly ok to lift your arms just be sure that after the baby is born that it MUST sleep on his stomach .....back ....left side ......right side.....sigh.<br /><br />Hhhmmmm.. I had a point. <br /><br />They said the disc fusion would be difficult. They said recovery was going to be very long and boring at times and I would probably become inpatient. They said I couldn't lift anything over 5 pounds and and the "cute" little saying of "No BLT'S"...bending, lifting, twisting....like I could possibly do any of those things in this space capsule I have to wear at all waking moments.<br /><br />Ok, So They said it would be Difficult...WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA......OK, so I woke up screaming. I suppose some could say that is difficult. I personally would refer to it as (Thesaurus time), beastly, horrendous, grim, heinous, and atrocious....to name a few. They must have missed the 200 times that I told them I had an extremely high tolerance to pain medication AND the fact that I had brought all of my meds in to prove to them that I took an extremely high amount. They must have thought I was joking. I have vague memories of people yelling more Morphine, Valium, Dilaudid STAT!! (P.S Did I mention that STAT means take your time and wander around aimlessly?)<br /><br />P.S. Did I mention that STAT means take your time and wander around aimlessly?<br />P.S.S Did I mention I'm still taking the Dilaudid and the Valium? <br /><br />If I remember correctly, the last time I had a surgery, I woke up quite peacefully in the recovery room. Not screaming and clawing like I had been shot.<br /><br />Of course many of you are familiar with the "Slight Pressure" you are to expect while giving birth. Or the "Quick Pinch" while they are sticking an IV in your arm with the diameter of a pencil....for the 5th time. "Oops, sorry we'll get that vein next time for sure.....?" LIES, I tell you!! LIES!!<br /><br />A-hem.....excuse me I think they forgot to mention the mood swings.<br /><br />I'm getting tired and have SUCH a story to tell! But it's time for my meds and then....well, after the meds, who care?<br /><br />So, until then.....Don't believe a word THEY say!!<br /><br />P.S. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH LEA FOR THE CARD!!!! <br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" border="0" alt="MyADHDMe"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5045994576437893655?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-23109919638872540652010-07-29T23:52:00.003-04:002010-07-30T00:51:36.851-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" border="0" alt="MyADHDMe"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><br /><br />Hello, I'm back (as you can see).<br />However, temporarily.<br />Next week I have my surgery.<br />Then I'll be gone again.<br /><br />The doctor said my back is whack.<br />Whitney said the same of crack.<br />So Monday night I'll have to pack.<br />To be there Tuesday morn.<br /><br />The bones he'll fuse with rods and screws.<br />Don't worry, I don't have the blues.<br />If I can stand up...that's GOOD news.<br />I'm ready to be well.<br /><br />So if you are out and about.<br />And have a long delay.<br />Just smile and think it could be me.<br />That makes you have to stay.<br /><br />You see, they have machines, to protect us all around.<br />I'll be the one that makes them blare all around the town.<br />Security will have to stop and say, "What's going on?"!<br />I'll have a card to show to him when metal detectors sound!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2310991963887254065?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-13719951897864054002010-05-25T06:30:00.005-04:002010-08-31T15:17:48.434-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a special guest! <br /> <br />It seems that lately I am just not getting around to writing posts. When I do sit down to write, I think about all of my blog friends and the fact that I don't visit you all like I used to. Then I end up hopping around and trying to catch up on your blogs and then the next thing you know, it's Tuesday again and I haven't posted all week. <br /> <br />I have decided that I am going to catch up on reading all of your posts, and stop, TEMPORARILY, writing my own. I'll still be around, reading posts, leaving comments, and checking here in case anyone has a message for me. I just won't be posting for a while. <br /> <br />Also, I'll be having a minor surgery on my foot this Thursday and after that I have decided to go ahead and have the surgery that is needed for my back. It is a pretty drastic move but my back is only getting worse and it is at a point that when I get up in the mornings, it takes a few hours before I can hardly move or stand up straight. After a few hours and a few Vicoden, I can get around a bit and take care of the things I need to do. Then, I end up staying up WAY too late because I dread going to bed and knowing that when I wake up the cycle will start all over again. Even in the afternoons and evenings it hurts. Just not so bad that I can't function. <br /> <br />I actually have an appointment with the doctor today to get the ball rolling. But again, I need to get through the smaller surgery, this Thursday, first. I'll post and let you know what's up, so don't take me off of your blog roll. <br /> <br />Oh, and you can't get rid of me that easily. There is no doubt that I will be back writing my deep, intellectual, and inspiring posts before too long. I'll be stopping by your posts more now so that I can get caught up with you all. <br /> <br />So join me now with the Von Trapp Family Children, The Mickey Mouse Club and a special quick message from Arnold..... <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day! <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bRjbWV7T-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bRjbWV7T-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNK5KzI48mM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QNK5KzI48mM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaFl-OVfP0g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TaFl-OVfP0g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1371995189786405400?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-41772125737381368492010-05-18T09:12:00.009-04:002010-05-18T09:35:02.577-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />Can you imagine how risque this commercial must have been! It was bold enough to talk about "unmentionables" but to actually SHOW them on television!<br /><br />"Suddenly Shapelier" AND Looking 5 pounds thinner!! Sign me up!<br /><br />Thanks Mocha With Linda for the Tuesday Guest star idea. I couldn't find a Jane Russell one but I did look....really I did....CROSS MY HEART!!<br /><br />SO....<br />Wiggle your ears<br />Like good Mousekateers<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk3evK4TFV4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gk3evK4TFV4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4177212573738136849?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-79858432867153861992010-05-15T10:49:00.006-04:002010-05-15T11:12:24.035-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>We all know he did it. We've been told and retold. More than likely, most of you have even said it. And we never say it once. We have to repeat it 3 times every time we say it. After generations of children and adults asking, we should finally come to the realization that he was either very curious, bored or just not very bright. <br /> <br />What would you have done? Would you have continued on over and over and over? Would you have given up? What if you gave up and the very next time there was "the answer"? <br /> <br />Perhaps he was a scientist. He was looking for "the answer". You have have to admit that he was persistent. Hhhmmm, Thesaurus time. PERSISTENT .....determined, continuous, bound, incessant, repeated, endless, unrelenting......you get the picture. <br /> <br />I doubt that we will ever know what finally happened. Did he ever stop trying? How many times did he say to himself, "Just one more"? Did he finally give up and go home? Is he still out there like the energizer rabbit...going and going and going? It's been a very long time. Perhaps he has sadly passed away. If that is the case, did his children take up where he left off? And speaking of children, when did he possibly have time to have children? Was he married? Did his wife join him on his arduous journey? There are just so many unanswered questions. I guess it is like trying to figure out how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie roll tootsie pop....the world may never know. <br /> <br />Never-the-less....I cannot go away now without once again wondering...wondering....wondering.... <br /> <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />To see what he could see. <br /> <br />To see what he could see. <br />To see what he could see. <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />To see what he could see. <br /> <br />He saw another mountain. <br />He saw another mountain. <br />He saw another mountain. <br />That's all that he could see. <br /> <br />That's all that he could see. <br />That's all that he could see. <br /> <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />The bear went over the mountain. <br />The bear went over the mountain...... <br /> <br />and we wonder. <br /> <br />Have a wonderful day! <br /> <br />s <img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7985843286715386199?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-37891933589482809012010-05-11T06:30:00.001-04:002010-05-11T06:30:00.388-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!!<br /><br />You can fool some of the people all of the time and all of the people some of the time....but there's one person you should never try to fool.....<br /><br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLrTPrp-fW8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LLrTPrp-fW8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3789193358948280901?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-22567688840529632482010-05-09T23:26:00.002-04:002010-05-09T23:32:41.264-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a>Fire is never funny. The losses can be awful. However, sometimes there are instances that are so ironic that you can't help but chuckle just a wee bit. For instance......<br /><br />Some time ago we had a call for a structure fire. It was a local business. The building was a total loss but there were no fatalities or injuries.<br /><br />The name of the business....<br />Sister Rosa's Palm Reader and Fortune Teller.<br /><br />(shouldn't they have known ahead of time????)<br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2256768884052963248?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-8735633383904140442010-05-04T06:30:00.011-04:002010-08-31T15:19:34.768-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!!<br /><br />I never would have expected to have today's Special Guest come and visit.<br />I really don't know her music and all I have ever heard about her was on tv or in the tabloids.<br />She is up there with Britney Spears in public scandal. Maybe even worse.<br /><br />Then, a few weeks ago, I read the song lyrics to one of her songs on Krippled Warrior's blog. He didn't tell us who wrote this song until the end.......because we do tend to judge.<br /><br />I read the lyrics and immediately went to You Tube to hear the song. I've listened to it numerous times since then.<br /><br />So here it is....<br />A Letter To God<br />...<br />....<br />...<br />...<br />....<br />(by Courtney Love).<br /><br />cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!<br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPgYIp7MddY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tPgYIp7MddY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-873563338390414044?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-54909440162881563562010-04-29T06:30:00.000-04:002010-04-29T06:30:01.709-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S9hN5m0Hr0I/AAAAAAAABeY/WmK7fXodlYY/s1600/little-miss-chatterbox.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S9hN5m0Hr0I/AAAAAAAABeY/WmK7fXodlYY/s200/little-miss-chatterbox.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465203799881133890" border="0" /></a> <br /><a>Good Morning. I was sitting here and as usual, I wanted to write but couldn't come up with anything. I can't understand this! I used to be able to write everyday. So, I took a few moment s to go take a peek at some of my past posts. I wanted to see what I wrote about then. I figured I'd spend 5 minutes max to take a look and maybe would have some huge inspiration.</a><a> <br /> <br />SO....1 1/2 hours later (did I mention I tend to get sidetracked) I was still reading and I realized that most of my posts were about....um....were about....Well...i have no idea. <br /> <br />I can't believe how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">muc</span></a><a>h I rambled on about things. I wrote about answering machines, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">junebugs</span>, My Fan, The FBI, Bunnies, Burritos, and a dead mole...just to name a few. And yet, you wonderful people </a><a>still keep coming back! <br /> <br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S9hN5dF35uI/AAAAAAAABeQ/x0q_wTX34IE/s1600/blah+blah+blah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S9hN5dF35uI/AAAAAAAABeQ/x0q_wTX34IE/s200/blah+blah+blah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465203797271242466" border="0" /></a><a> <br /> <br /></a><a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /></a><a>My! How I used to ramble on. I just rambled and rambled about anything and everything. I'm so glad I don't do that anymore! Can you imagine still reading this blog when all I did was to write about anything and everything? Not only that, but it took me 3 paragraphs to write what the average person can write in 2 sentences. WHEW! I'm glad I don't do THAT anymore. What a lot of reading and writing it</a><a> would take just to try to get one thought across. Yes, it's a good thing I don't do THAT anymore. <br /> <br />Ramble....in addition to "walking aimlessly", "sprawling" and "wander about", you could also say... <br />talk aimlessly <br />talk endlessly <br />babble <br />beat around the bush <br />dwell on <br />rattle on <br />rant <br />confused <br />talk nonsense <br />chatter <br />go off on a tangent <br />stray <br />talk off the top of ones head <br />get off the subject <br />drift <br />drivel <br />wordy <br />incoherent <br />irregular <br />among others. <br /> <br />I got these from my Thesaurus. <br /> <br />Thesaurus: A dictionary of synonyms and antonyms. Any dictionary, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">enclyclopedia</span> or other comprehensive book. A store house or Treasury. <br /> <br />I absolutely love my Thesaurus!! <br /> <br />Man! I am so glad that I don't ramble anymore!! <br /> <br />have a terrific day!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5490944016288156356?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-68640615978176021602010-04-27T06:30:00.004-04:002010-08-31T15:20:11.128-04:00<p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!<br /><br />So put on your ears,<br />Like good Mouseketeers,<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />It is probably hard for our kids to imagine that when we were kids (well most of us) that there were only 3 or 4 tv stations. Amazing that we managed to live through it, eh?<br /><br />There were no 24 hr a day cartoon or children's stations. We had Saturday mornings, occasional after school specials and of course, Sunday Nights. EVERYONE watched tv on Sunday nights. We didn't want to miss The Wonderful World of Disney!<br /><br />After doing a bit of research on it, I just found out that it actually first ran on Wednesday nights. It premiered Wednesday, October 27th, 1954 on ABC, under the name of Disneyland. It finally bid farewell, and on Christmas Eve 2008, it ran it's final episode. It still holds the 2nd place record for longest running prime time television show. Second only to Hallmark Hall of Fame.<br /><br />And just think, without Walt Disney there would be NO Tuesday Guest Star Days. Now THAT'S a sobering thought!!<br /><br />There were more than one opening segments but I'm going to play my favorite now....cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /></a><p></p><p></p><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4UBhDxG3yc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b4UBhDxG3yc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6864061597817602160?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-19417965029226057212010-04-23T06:30:00.002-04:002010-04-23T07:43:52.429-04:00<p></p><img src="file:///C:/Users/Owner/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.png" alt="" /><p></p>Today I am participating in<a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/"> Mocha With Linda's</a> Flashback Friday. Usually her flashbacks are more of a "fun" topic with thoughts and antics from our youth but today's is a bit more serious in nature. However, as I realized, I don't have many memories from my youth so I haven't been able to participate very often. I am grateful for today's topic because I am curious how other people handle these difficult situations. Also, today's brings back memories of a wonderful young boy I knew.<br /><blockquote>"How old were you (approximately) when you attended your first funeral? Did your parents shield you from death and grief or was it viewed as a natural part of life? Did you experience any significant loss(es) in your growing up years? What were your early impressions of death and dying? And while I do not intend this in any irreverent way, are there any amusing memories associated with a death or funeral? If you have kids, how have you handled this subject with them? Feel free to share as vulnerably or as shallowly as you want!"<br /><br />One of my grandmother's passed away when I was around 11 or 12 but as I mentioned earlier, I really cannot remember much of my youth until my late teens and early twenty's.<br /><br />So, I am going to tell you about a sweet young man who passed away for too early in his life.<br /><br />I got married the month I turned 18. It was a mistake. The man I married was 21 or 22. We were both too young and both came from troubled homes. The marriage didn't last. Although we both had issues, I must admit that I was more at fault than he was.<br /><br />He had 7 siblings (8 kids total-wow). By far, the friendliest and sweetest of his siblings was one of his younger brothers, DJ.<br /><br />DJ was about 16 and had just purchased a car. He was SO proud of this car but it actually had too much power.<br /><br />One thing I'll never forget is that phone call we received that awful morning at around 5:00 AM. DJ had been out with friends, yes he was drinking, and was on his way home. His best friend, who was also drinking said he would follow him home to make sure he got there ok. More than likely, they were playing around, maybe racing or goofing off. Anyway, DJ wrapped (literally) his car around a telephone pole. He died on impact. Although I didn't know his friend that was following him, I've often wondered how that night has haunted him. Many of you probably either know someone who has, or have themselves followed someone home to make sure they got there ok. Well, DON'T. Give them a ride. Or if you aren't able to, find them a ride, call a taxi or just take their keys and make them stay.<br /><br />I remember being "the strong" one". I've always been "the strong one". My husband was crushed. I didn't know how to deal with it. I had been raised in a home where we all hid our feelings until I had finally gotten to the point where I had convinced myself that I didn't have any at all.<br /><br />I remember going to the funeral home and making the arrangements. DJ didn't own a suit and his family wanted him buried in one, so I was the one that went and purchased a new suit for him.<br /><br />At the funeral home, I greeted people, hugged them, listened while they cried, and held my husbands hand. I never shed a tear. Afterwards, at his aunts house, I went into the bathroom and tried to make myself cry, but I couldn't.<br /><br />I felt haunted.<br /><br />For months I felt haunted but then God sent me a message...a miracle that helped me get through this.<br /><br />He sent me a dream.<br /><br />In my dream, I was in a grocery store. As I was getting ready to leave, I looked out the huge glass front of the store and there was DJ. He was standing there with his hands in his pockets. (I remember it like it was yesterday). Even though there was a wall of glass between us, I could hear him perfectly. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Don't worry. I'm OK". That is all he said. Then he gave me that goofy smile he had. He took his hands out of his pockets and saluted me, (that was something he always did when he was alive).<br /><br />Then he was gone.<br /><br />I woke up with a peacefulness that I hadn't felt in a long time.<br /><br />I'm smiling now as I picture it.<br /><br /></blockquote><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1941796502922605721?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-68030435429462942452010-04-20T15:45:00.000-04:002010-04-20T15:47:38.329-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S822O9qZYSI/AAAAAAAABeI/E_cArYCibu0/s1600/annette.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S822O9qZYSI/AAAAAAAABeI/E_cArYCibu0/s200/annette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462222291257090338" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!! <br /> <br />So put on your ears, <br />Like Good Mousekateers, <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!! <br /> <br />Comedy from the 1970's and today has changed drastically. <br /> <br />If my Special Guest was an unknown and went on stage today to do his song, I can only wonder how an audience would respond. <br /> <br />I think Steve Martin is hilarious. I have always loved his off-beat comedy. But he isn't just a comedian. He is also an accomplished actor, author, musician, producer and composer. He has won EMMY, Grammy, and American Comedy Awards. <br /> <br />SO, without further ado.....AND because it is already 3:45PM on Tuesday and I haven't posted yet.....I give you Steve Martin!!! Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgTPH5y1-ZI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wgTPH5y1-ZI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6803043542946294245?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-23274188396051164782010-04-15T07:00:00.001-04:002010-04-15T07:46:58.454-04:00 <br />I looked out the window. <br />I stifled a yawn. <br />The blanket of snow <br />is finally gone. <br /> <br />Although it was pretty <br />So pure and so clean. <br />When my toes are ice cold <br />I can be rather mean. <br /> <br /> <br />Now the grounds covered <br />With sticks and with mud. <br />The river is rising <br />We might have a flood. <br /> <br />Each morning I'm freezing <br />And wanting a fire. <br />By noon I'll be sweating, <br />(opps, ladies perspire). <br /> <br />The weather in April <br />Is hard to predict <br />Even the weathermen <br />often get tricked. <br /> <br />So I wake up each morning <br />and bundle up warm. <br />As the day starts to progress <br />I start to transform <br /> <br />I change from my blue jeans <br />To shorts around noon. <br />I know that the sweatshirt <br />Will have to go soon. <br /> <br />So I'm changing my clothes <br />on and off through the day. <br />The windows I open and close <br />on the way. <br /> <br />I'm telling you this <br />So you'll know the real reason. <br />It's NOT menopause!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S8b8kUWO_FI/AAAAAAAABco/WtUvPUf12Oo/s1600/wink.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S8b8kUWO_FI/AAAAAAAABco/WtUvPUf12Oo/s200/wink.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460329299100761170" border="0" /></a> <br />It only the season..... <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2327418839605116478?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-49270150952405016882010-04-13T08:05:00.003-04:002010-04-13T11:54:47.570-04:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a SPECIAL GUEST!!! <br /> <br />Do you ever get that feeling like you are just losing your mind? <br />Oh come on. I may get it a lot more often than you do, but we all get it at one time or another. <br /> <br />Although today's special guest feels more than a little bit crazy because of a relationship gone bad, there are also many, many other reasons to feel like if we just don't pull it together then, well, they just might be....COMING TO TAKE ME AWAY!! HAHA!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fms0UBOKZhI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fms0UBOKZhI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4927015095240501688?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-38475236339329348872010-04-10T06:30:00.003-04:002010-04-10T06:30:01.860-04:00<p></p>The English language can sometimes drive me crazy-er. If I had to learn it as an adult, I would be mute forever....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hhmmm</span>, interesting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">theory</span>. Even so, there are situations where I just cannot come up with the correct word, pronunciation, or grammar. <br /> <br />Definition of Well-In a Good or satisfactory manner. <br />Definition of Good-Satisfactory or high quality. <br /> <br />So, when one is sick, we say "Get well soon". After all, saying "Get Good Soon" would just be silly. <br /> <br />How about "How are you feeling today?" <br />"I feel good" <br />"I feel well" <br />"I am well" <br />"I am good" <br /> <br />Then the person that asked the question would respond "Good". <br /> <br />So I suppose that new dress looks good because I wear it well. But if I ask you how it looks and you say "good" then I will be pleased but it I ask you and you say "Well" then I will be standing there waiting for you to finish your sentence with something like, "Well, I've seen better" which would be better than saying "I've seen gooder". <br /> <br />Quite often we will say "Good Luck" but I haven't heard anyone ever say "Well Luck". <br /> <br />Also, if Well is Good then why do we use it to start a response that usually is not good....ie the response about the dress "Well, I've seen better". Isn't that like saying "Good, I've seen better"? But it could also mean "UGH, I've seen better". <br /> <br />Well is a wonderful segway into any new conversation but Good would be odd. <br /> <br />On the phone, Well usually means "I'm getting ready to end this call". Which can sometimes be Good because you may have been on the phone too long and your head is starting to hurt in which case you aren't feeling Well at all. <br /> <br />Not to mention that it would be hard to fetch a pail of water out of a Good. But quite easy to fetch a pail of water out of a well.......except does anyone really ever use the word fetch other than when talking to their dog? <br /> <br />Well, that's another thought for another day. <br /> <br />Have a Good Day! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3847523633932934887?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-71735329969205097282010-04-09T06:30:00.000-04:002010-04-09T06:30:00.578-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK8PBXiDAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wl6YpfUjslY/s1600-h/apple.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK8PBXiDAI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Wl6YpfUjslY/s200/apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463482091244546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK75iM__oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xWwZGUqJW2g/s1600-h/carrr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK75iM__oI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/xWwZGUqJW2g/s200/carrr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247463112948317826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK7oadCPBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5evOr8Uw1qU/s1600-h/aaaaaas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/SNK7oadCPBI/AAAAAAAAAGI/5evOr8Uw1qU/s200/aaaaaas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247462818810313746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is an excerpt from Alberquando's first German 1 quiz.<br /><br />The directions were to translate the German words into English.<br />Note the one he missed.....<br /><br />1. der karotte....... carrot<br /><br />2. der apfel....... apple<br /><br />3. sauer.........sour<br /><br />4. grün.........green<br /><br />5. der Volkswagen..............?????<br /><br />OK, I definitely would have missed numbers 1-4 and I'm proud he knew them but I can't help but laugh that the one he missed is the only obvious one. Perhaps the correct answer to number 5 is Chevrolet??<br /><br />Have a supercalifragilisticexpialidotious day!!!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7173532996920509728?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-87991149065454758342010-04-06T20:00:00.001-04:002010-08-31T15:20:47.317-04:00<p></p>Hi there! My name is MyADHDMe. Many of you may remember me. I used to write a blog quite regularly. I also used to go and visit other people's blogs. I enjoyed writing, reading and chatting with all the friends I had met through this blogging adventure. Unfortunately, I got into a slump and seemed to never get into the "groove" to even mess with it. At one time the writing came fast and easy but I had gotten into a rut and even when I did sit down to write, the words didn't want to come.<br /><p></p>Luckily, due to today being Tuesday (and you know what THAT means), AND knowing how difficult it would be for many to get going on their day without a special guest, I am drawn back to my computer.<br /><br />SO, today I am drawn back to my computer to re-introduce myself to the thousands of you that are on the edge of your seats every Tuesday, anxiously awaiting to see who will be visiting.<br /><br />Perhaps, just perhaps, there will even be a new post here again BEFORE next Tuesday. Perhaps, just perhaps, I will go back and visit some of the great people I have met and catch up on their blogs. And perhaps, just perhaps, I will get back into the swing of things!!<br /><br />On the other hand, it IS Spring break so perhaps, just perhaps, I will go back to bed and catch another hour (or so) of sleep.Who know? But I do know this...and so do you...<br /><br />Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means (see, I told you that you did).<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!!<br /><br />So put on your ears<br />Like good Mousekateers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Some time ago a young musician began a "year long saga" trying to get United Airlines to repair his guitar that their baggage handlers damaged. After receiving "complete indifference" and being told "I'm sorry sir your claim can go nowhere", he informed United that he was going to write 3 songs about his ordeal and post them on You Tube. It became an overnight sensation and had MILLIONS of hits after the first day! He was even featured on CNN.<br /><br />You may remember that I was lucky enough to have him visit as my Tuesday Special Guest for his first 2 songs. His first song was a wonderful catchy tune that I still catch myself singing at times. His second song was good but kind of left me with a feeling that 3 songs was going to be too many....kind of like "enough already". But he had told them he was going to do 3 songs and he did. His 3rd song is another fun one and a great wrap up to the entire ordeal He also thanks United , as his career skyrocketed because of them and his United Airlines fiasco.<br /><br />Today, he is back with his 3rd and final installment of his United Airlines ordeal. After I post the 3rd song, I'm going to post the first 2 songs also...just in case you don't remember. Their songs are fun and catchy and I know I'll be humming them all day.<br /><br />I'm sure that Dave Carroll and his band, Sons of Maxwell, have decided that although "They've heard all their excuses and they've chased their wild gooses" and "I'm sorry sir, your claim can go nowhere.", United may Break Guitars.....but.....United DEFINITELY helps jump start music careers!!<br /><br />One comment on the YouTube song made me laugh. Someone said they should change the name of the song from "United Breaks Guitars" to "Guitars Break United".<br /><br />MAYBE United Airlines learned that a little bit of customer service can go a long way, (and not to mention save big headaches down the road)! Well, maybe they did....<br /><br />SO, (whew) without further ado....<br /><br />Introducing (again) The Sons of Maxwell singing the final song of their United Beaks Guitars Trilogy, "UNITED WE STAND......On The Right Side of Right".<br /><br />"Why?" you ask.......<br />CAUSE TUESDAY IS GUEST STAR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 640="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P45E0uGVyeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P45E0uGVyeg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed>"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 640="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YGc4zOqozo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YGc4zOqozo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed>"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 640="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-UoERHaSQg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-UoERHaSQg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8799114906545475834?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-31810150522644172162010-04-06T10:04:00.003-04:002010-04-06T10:11:45.564-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S7tApZzyucI/AAAAAAAABcQ/aPgMzOGtW7s/s1600/please_stand_by.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S7tApZzyucI/AAAAAAAABcQ/aPgMzOGtW7s/s320/please_stand_by.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457026453536422338" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />We interrupt today's Tuesday Special Guest due to technical difficulties. <br />We will have it up as soon as we call <a href="http://chattykelly.blogspot.com/">Chatty Kelly</a> for some technical advice. <br /> <br />Stay tuned and we will be back as soon as possible... <br />Same Bat Time... <br />Same Bat Channel! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3181015052264417216?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-42310797995780174332010-04-01T07:57:00.002-04:002010-04-01T08:05:51.792-04:00Chatty Kelly here, taking over my sister's blog. (It helps that I have her password!)<br /><br />Today is her birthday. Born April 1st, no joke!<br /><br />She is a smart woman having graduated from the Fire fighter training academy, even with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span>. She cares more about others than herself, often to her detriment. She loves her country and all our service personnel. She is feisty. She is a fighter, but has forgotten that sometimes you have to let your guard down. Not everyone is looking for a fight. She is special in the eyes of God, and to me.<br /><br />Happy Birthday, My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ADHD</span> Me!<br /><br />Love - Chatty Kelly<br /><br />p.s. Send her extra love because her hubby just called me and said she is at home with a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">migraine</span> today. :-(<br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4231079799578017433?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-42529936189936433502010-03-30T09:13:00.005-04:002010-03-30T09:20:02.863-04:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!! <br /> <br />Today's Special Guest first aired in 1969. I don't remember any of the episodes but I remember the theme song...oh, and I remember Witchy-Poo. <br /> <br />Welcome to Sid and Marty Krofft's H.R. Puffinstuff....cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-yLYz6ejqw&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C-yLYz6ejqw&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4252993618993643350?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-3701180765547422462010-03-26T12:50:00.005-04:002010-03-26T13:23:39.160-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S6ztdShMdCI/AAAAAAAABbY/pQ5BRQt2pOo/s1600/WVB.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S6ztdShMdCI/AAAAAAAABbY/pQ5BRQt2pOo/s200/WVB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452994336281883682" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I haven't been very productive lately and (obviously) haven't been doing much blogging. What better time could there be to work on learning a new language. You know the one. The Dreaded Word Verification Box (WVB). Although we all agree that this can be an inconvenient hassle, it is also a way to work on our foreign language skills.<br /><br />Here are a few of the new words I have learned.<br /><br />1. relie-that is the problem with lying. Once you start, you usually end up needing to lie more and more to keep up with the original lie. It can sometimes be very confusing keeping all those lies straight. Therefore, I strongly suggest that you avoid lying. That will prevent the need to relie.<br /><br />2. stogger-one with an abnormal fascination / obsession with any certain blogger. One who stalks any certain blog and perhaps makes copies of this blog and wall papers his/her room with it.<br /><br />3. refreak-what<a href="http://chattykelly.blogspot.com/"> Chatty Kelly</a> will do next time her husband allows people into her office when she hasn't cleaned it.<br /><br />4. menope (me-no-pe) I went into the ladies room but after I got there, I changed my mind, menope.<br /><br />5. prophy- false quotes from The Prophet.<br /><br />6. alquit- What Al did when he was losing the game. Al is SUCH a poor sport!<br /><br />7. ferfo- One who protests the wearing of fur.<br /><br />8. inedov- When you have a strong craving for something. When I wake up in the morning, I am inedov a diet coke.<br /><br />9. Archinewho- Second cousin of Archinehow.<br /><br />10. tarintub- What a Mess! After Berr Rabbit got out of the tar, he went home and had a bath. He really needs to learn to clean up after himself.<br /><br />11. fatenal- Medication for obesity.<br /><br />12. noper- Sound made by a mute cat.<br /><br />13. maywar- The battle that came after the April War.<br /><br />14. bratop- Well, it makes a lot more sense than brabottom.<br /><br />15. ovenizi- This is the product that was invented before the Easy-Bake Oven. Not sure why it never took off.<br /><br />16. submene- The part-timer that takes over for the Full-Time Mene when he or she is on vacation.<br /><br />SO, until next time.........<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 480="" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7CclVneVpw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w7CclVneVpw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-370118076554742246?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-92057291824613138612010-03-23T09:50:00.000-04:002010-03-23T09:46:53.606-04:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest!!!! <br /> <br />I had my back injections last week but they don't seem to be kicking in as quickly as I expected. I haven't given up hope yet. I'm not getting around too well so for today's special guest I am going to FLY. I just ran this clip back in September but it makes me feel good, SO......5...4...3...2...1........ <br /> <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /> <br />XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX <br /> <br />Before I introduce today's special guest, let me tell you something. 100 feet looks a LOT farther when you are 100 feet in the air and looking down, than when you are looking at it straight on. <br /> <br />Thanks to Chatty Kelly's computer finesse, I am able to show today's video clip. <br /> <br />Not surprisingly, when I made up my mind that I wanted to go Bungee Jumping, it was bound to happen. I climbed and climbed and climbed the multiple ladders/stairs until I got to the top. I had every intention of diving off. I couldn't wait! <br /> <br />You know, your body has this thing called self preservation. God probably put it there especially for people like me. Anyway, as badly as I wanted to dive off, my body simply would not let me. Even jumping was harder than I expected. Although my brain was saying JUMP, my entire body was saying, "Hey Stupid! Get away from the edge!". (or should that be the other way around?) <br /> <br />ANYWAY, It was time to (in the words of NIKE) "Just Do It!". <br /> <br />And I did! Hurray!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br />And I would have been SO cool.....except for some reason, without even realizing it, I held my nose as if I were jumping into the ocean or something....what a nerd. lol. <br /> <br />(that big yellow tube is something you have to hold onto when you jump. You hold it a different way for diving which is why I was switching back and forth. <br /> <br />SO, the first video clip is a little bit longer, it shows me hemming and hawing and trying to make myself jump. The second clip is if you just want to see the actual jump. <br /> <br />It doesn't feel like this was very long ago, but when you see the camera flash over to the man and 2 kids watching, those 2 little boys are now 13 and 18! <br /> <br />Here Goes! 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/>We're Gonna have a Special Guest!!<br /><br />Time for a little bit of levity.<br /><br />Ladies and Gentlemen.....JET SCREAMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/suafkk2vWNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/suafkk2vWNI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2075021181622986425?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-15728659454281370652010-03-15T06:30:00.000-04:002010-03-17T00:35:47.131-04:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S54usEKXC6I/AAAAAAAABbI/KhuCYGAmRCg/s1600-h/facet+joint+injection.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S54usEKXC6I/AAAAAAAABbI/KhuCYGAmRCg/s200/facet+joint+injection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448843933731195810" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />blah blah blah blah blah <br /> <br />That is what comes to mind when I sit down to write lately. <br />I've done a few memes and entertained my Tuesday guest, but other than that there just haven't been too many posts.I get these great ideas throughout the day, I even write them down. But then I sit down to write and.....n....o....t...h...i....n.....g. <br /> <br />Hmmm....lack of segway... <br /> <br />2 or 3 weeks ago I got Facet Joint Injections in my back. They use an x-ray machine to get the injection in the correct spot. It did help but not enough. HOWEVER, I had been at a point where the sofa was becoming my world. These injections helped take away about 50% of the pain. <br /> <br />Anyway, I'm going back Thursday for more injections. I would appreciate a prayer of two if you can arrange it. I must admit that I am "over" this pain thing. Unfortunately I don't think it is "over" me. The injections are not a cure and I'll still need the surgery but I can put off the surgery for a while this way. If it works for me, each visit should relieve pain for 12-14 weeks. It has only been 2-3 weeks for me but the doc did say I may need to come back sooner the first time. <br /> <br />I told him that I didn't want to use pain killers as a regular part of my day just to be able to get around. he agreed completely as he wrote out a script for 300 Vicadin...monthly!! DOn't worry, I'm not taking anywhere near that amount. Seems a bit reckless to me, but.... <br /> <br />Anyway, Going back Thursday to get it done again. That will be at the 3 week mark. <br /> <br />Then maybe, JUST MAYBE.... <br /> <br />Less Pain. <br /> <br />Wouldn't that be great! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1572865945428137065?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-57616006163423598502010-03-12T19:37:00.000-05:002010-03-12T19:41:50.043-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5rbVbtJKVI/AAAAAAAABa4/2CkeKnEI8wc/s1600-h/car.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5rbVbtJKVI/AAAAAAAABa4/2CkeKnEI8wc/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447907860518873426" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Memes Memes everywhere. <br />I had decided not to do any more regular weekly memes but when I saw the new meme that <a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/search/label/Flashback%20Friday">Mocha With Linda</a> has started, I knew that this was one I would have to join in on. SO, although it is completely unlike me to change my mind, ahem, I have decided to join in. <br /> <br />Flashback Friday is a series of questions about situations or events from your past. <br /> <br />Here is today's. <br /> <br />This week's flashback revolves around our early driving experiences: <br /><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">How and when did you learn to drive? Do you have any particular memories associated with getting your driver license? How old were you when you got your first car and what was it? Who paid for it? <br /></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">First of all, I would much rather write about another of my earlier cars. It was a combination wedding/Christmas gift from my dad when I was 18 years old. (By the way, don't get married at 18 years old...but that's another flashback all together.) Opps, we're talking about cars here. <br /> <br />Now we are supposed to be talking about our first car so I won't go into detail about the 1963 VW Karman Ghia that I mentioned earlier. I won't talk about how incredibly cool it was......I mean how incredibly cool it LOOKED. It was a 2 seater, hot red with a sunroof. I'm not going to talk about that car, but if I did I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">would mention that on a perfect day, with perfect weather that car was COOL. If I was going to talk about that car I would comment, however, that without any air conditioning, the Virginia humidity and heat made summer days a bit uncomfortable. If I was going to talk about that car I would mention that due to the fact that there was also no heater, the winter days just a wee bit uncomfortable. By wee bit, I mean that I had to bundle up like I was going on an Arctic sleigh ride just to go to the store. I won't mention the lack of a defroster and that I had to literally scrape the ice off of the inside of the windshield after about every mile. Also, if I was talking about this car, I would have to comment about the fact that when it rained, the sunroof leaked.....ok, it poured. I really didn't mind driving while wearing a raincoat because I needed it anyway since the windshield wipers didn't work. Therefore, it would be pouring down raining and I had to keep my window all the way down so that I could stick my arm out the window and manually push the windshield wipers back and forth just so that I could see.</span></span> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <br />Oh yeah, we aren't talking about this car. HOWEVER, if we were, I would have to mention the fact that those cars were notorious for dropping trans-axles which were about $500-$600 to fix back in 1982. I actually fixed it the first time. The second time I got out of the car, called a friend to pick me up, left the car on the side of the road, looked back one time to see that both wheels had somehow ended up laying down on their sides like it was kneeling. I saluted it, turned around, walked away, and never saw it again. <br /> <br />BUT we aren't talking about that car. <br /> <br />My first car was my pare</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">nt's Station Wagon. You know, the "cool" ones that had the brown wood paneling down the side...lol. I think it probably looked something like this. <br /> <br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5rckY5t2TI/AAAAAAAABbA/LBLqgYnc95I/s1600-h/station+wagon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5rckY5t2TI/AAAAAAAABbA/LBLqgYnc95I/s200/station+wagon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447909216975968562" border="0" /></a> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <br /></span></span> <br /> <br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But you know what....It was my first car and I thought I was pretty cool just having something to drive. I was 15 1/2 (way too young to have a license in my opinion...although I may have disagreed then). Not sure what ever happened to it but I imagine my driving did not help extend its life. <br /> <br />Then there was the GM Gremlin. My parents were mad at me and were going to sell it. I got my boyfriend to buy it and boy were my parents annoyed when I ended up driving it home. It drove pretty well once I got the string tied to the accelerator pedal to lift it up ( by hand) when ever I was ready to stop. Then, one day I went to put something in the hatchback. I closed it and the entire back window shattered. *sigh*. For $200 you would expect something a little better, eh? OK, Maybe not. <br /> <br /> <br /></span></span></blockquote> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5761600616342359850?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-29037033037771471022010-03-12T09:00:00.004-05:002010-03-12T09:05:26.904-05:00<p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://mochawithlinda.blogspot.com/search/label/Flashback%20Friday">Mocha with Linda</a> has a cool new meme. Flashback Friday. I have done mine but I can't get the picture to download, SO, I am waiting until my son gets home from school to do it for me.<br /><br />Yes, I know "Give a man a fish and feed him for a day.<br />Teach a man to fish and feed him for life.''<br /><br />First of all, I'm not going fishing.<br />Second of all, he HAS shown me how to do it....more than once.<br />Third of all, he gets REALLY annoyed with me when my cluelessness shines through.<br /><br />SO, I'll be back later today for FLASHBACK FRIDAY!<br /><br />In the meantime, go check it out yourself!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2903703303777147102?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-6071635520643862612010-03-09T06:30:00.007-05:002010-03-09T09:39:45.999-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Ww9Na6p1I/AAAAAAAABao/tcDWJbH1Crc/s1600-h/3-8-2010+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Ww9Na6p1I/AAAAAAAABao/tcDWJbH1Crc/s200/3-8-2010+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453889995548498" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a Special Guest. <br /> <br />Hhmm. Who should be today's special guest. <br />March 9th. <br />What incredible historical events have happened on March 9th of years past. <br />Hhhmmm. <br />Let me think. <br /> <br />March 9th... <br /> <br />In1796 Napoleon Bonaparte married Josephine Beauharnaia <br />In 1882 Charles Graham of NY patented Artificial teeth. <br />In 1916 Germany declared war on Portugal (WW1). <br />In 1945 334 US B-29 sper fortresses attacked Tokyo with 120,000 Fire Bombs. (WW2). <br />1n 1957 an 8.1 earthquake shook Andreanoc Islands, Alaska. <br />In 1959 Mattel's BARBIE debuted. (Over 800 Million Sold). <br /> <br />In Memphis TN, March 9 is the start of the annual 5 day Cotton Carnival!! <br /> <br />BUT, on March 9, 19bladiblah, another historical event occurred. An adorable little girl was born. Our Friend...My Sister....<a href="http://chattykelly.blogspot.com/">Happy Birthday Chatty Kelly</a>!!!!! <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Ww9QksgdI/AAAAAAAABaw/R0VNB10jlHk/s1600-h/3-8-2010+8-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Ww9QksgdI/AAAAAAAABaw/R0VNB10jlHk/s200/3-8-2010+8-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446453890841870802" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />That's a picture of us. A cute picture if you pretend we aren't wearing Little House on the Prairie outfits. That's our older brother, (Little House on the Prairie meets Disco Fever!). Our youngest sister was still just a twinkle in my dad's eye. <br /> <br />Today, in honor of my Special Guest...Chatty Kelly, my OTHER special guest will be a song from her teenage years that was and still is one her of favorites. I love this song too. However, this is the first time I ever saw the video. It's kind of like those Little House on the Prairie outfits we're wearing. You know, <br />cute kids....awful outfits. <br />Great song....Not so great video, (I think we may have found Boy George's Twin Brother!) <br /> <br />This is such a fun song. I'm going to be singing it all day. <br /> <br />I'll sing it all day, baby, all day, like a record baby, all day, all day. <br /> <br />opps. <br />Monkeys Are Funny <br /> <br />So, get out your "Frankie Says Relax" t-shirts, add a few more gallons of hairspray to your already 2 foot high hairdo, throw on some plastic bling (bigger, Bigger, BIGGER), cut a few holes in your shirt and make sure it hangs off of your shoulder and don't forget to stonewash those bluejeans because it's 1984 and this is Dead or Alive singing You Spin Me Round ........ <br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <br /> <br />Happy Birthday Kelly!!!!!!!!! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUatnbaNfEo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUatnbaNfEo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-607163552064386261?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-69726009042048860102010-03-07T07:56:00.013-05:002010-03-08T09:03:04.393-05:00Quite often when a musical duo becomes famous, one of them is much more popular and ends up going solo.<br /><br />Hall and Oates........<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5OjESsW5pI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ruG42gUMCxY/s1600-h/halloates.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5OjESsW5pI/AAAAAAAABaQ/ruG42gUMCxY/s200/halloates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445875668553754258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />WHAM........<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Oj3SH4g3I/AAAAAAAABaY/dCvrEcZBgCI/s1600-h/wham.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Oj3SH4g3I/AAAAAAAABaY/dCvrEcZBgCI/s200/wham.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445876544574096242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Simon and Garfunkle<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Okv8e8wWI/AAAAAAAABag/wjCSyW_BVj8/s1600-h/simon-garfunkel-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S5Okv8e8wWI/AAAAAAAABag/wjCSyW_BVj8/s200/simon-garfunkel-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445877518017806690" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It is usually pretty obvious who is going to make it big and who ends up being left behind.<br /><br />After my last post I was watching the YouTube clip of The Mamas and The Papas. Watching YouTube is like playing Six Degrees of Kevin Bacon. You start off watching something and there is absolutely no telling where you will end up. I know you will find this hard to believe but I actually have been known to be looking for something specific on YouTube and before I know it, I am WAY OFF what I was looking for. An hour has easily passed and even though I may have been searching for something like Scenes from The Carol Burnette Show, I somehow end up at vintage commercials. Thank Goodness I am such a focused person! Otherwise, that could end up causing a problem or at the very least a HUGE waste of time!<br /><br />Ummm...<br /><br />Oh yeah,<br /><br />Quite often when a musical duo becomes famous, one of them is much more popular and ends up going solo.<br /><br />It is usually pretty obvious who is going to make it big and who is going to be left behind.<br />I love Simon and Garfunkle......I Am A Rock......yadda yadda yadda.<br /><br />Paul Simon went on with his music but Art Garfunkle fell through the cracks. No, I didn't say started smoking crack. I said he fell through the cracks....which really is a dumb saying. I suppose it means the cracks in the sidewalk and although Art Garfunkle was skinny, he wasn't THAT skinny.<br /><br />Geez, the monkeys are all over the place today!<br /><br />SO, I watched this clip of Simon and Garfunkle and if I didn't know either of them, I would have sworn (well, not sworn as in cursing because that would be ugly), but I would have been SURE that Art Garfunkle would have been the one to make it big. He was really good. Also, whenever I think of Art Garfunkle I picture a much goofier looking guy. The guy in this clip is good looking. In my opinion, very good looking.<br /><br />Isn't it interesting how my signature always ends up floating around in the middle of my posts? Opps, my HTML is showing.<br /><br />Well Jane, it just goes to show you. It's always something....<br /><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-S90Uch2as&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-S90Uch2as&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6972600904204886010?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-41573672356136466932010-03-04T09:35:00.000-05:002010-03-04T09:35:00.577-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S48uI2IsGlI/AAAAAAAABaI/gggJWtxwE6M/s1600-h/random+dozen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S48uI2IsGlI/AAAAAAAABaI/gggJWtxwE6M/s200/random+dozen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444621204020009554" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A Very Random Random Dozen. I decided to go back and choose a different group of questions rather than do the ones from this week.<br />Why? you ask?<br />How should I know?<br />Why is in left field.<br />What?<br />What is on second.<br />Who is on second?<br />No, Who is on first.<br />Well, who?<br />Right.<br />What?<br />No, What is on second.<br /><br />(sigh) I don't know.<br />....THIRD BASE!<br /><br />1. How good are you at delaying gratification?<br /><br />I've been told that "instant gratification" is my middle name. Not something to brag about. Actually I've been told that alot of things are my middle name. Well, I don't know if they actually said it was my middle name. That's just semantics. Otherwise my name would be ... MYADinstantgratificationHDMe. That would take too long to type.<br /><br /><br />2. Maybe a marshmallow wouldn't be too difficult a temptation for you. What food (or anything else) would be most tempting?<br /><br />Maybe a marshmallow WOULD be a difficult temptation for me. Nah, it wouldn't be. I could probably go for years without having another marshmallow and would never miss it. On the other hand, it probably isn't so nice to pick on marshmallows. After all, I would rather have a marshmallow than beets.<br />The question is what food (or anything else) would be most tempting. It would be a drink. Diet Coke.<br /><br />3. On a scale of 1-10 (10 being saintly) how patient are you?<br /><br />See #1.<br /><br />That is with myself. I seem to have lots of patience for other people....MOST other people...not all.<br /><br /><br />4. Have you ever waited for something in life only to be disappointed upon realization of the goal/object/etc.?<br /><br />probably<br /><br /><br />5. Are you a person who takes shortcuts?<br /><br />Only when I do.<br /><br /><br />6. Which line is hardest to wait in?<br /><br />It doesn't matter. Whichever line I get in will have a computer problem, the printer will run out of ink or paper, it will be time for a shift change, or the person in front of me will take 2 hours. OK, I do have a hard time waiting in line. Usually I have to start singing and dancing or talking to myself....it's amazing how quickly the line starts to move after that.<br /><br /><br />7. Did you wait to discover the gender of your unborn child until its birth?<br /><br />No, but I did wait until after he was conceived.<br /><br /><br />8. Are you more patient with children or the elderly?<br /><br />It completely depends on the individual.<br /><br /><br />9. Did you ever sneak a peek at a present?<br /><br />Only once. It was Christmastime. I was 18 and married. I had 2 presents wrapped under the tree. I decided to peek at one and then I would still be able to have a surprise for the other one. The one I looked at was a portable, battery operated tv....way cool back then. I could hardly wait until Christmas to open the other. Christmas morning came. I opened the other. It was 8 D batteries, (needed for the tv). Although very practical and thoughtful, there was no surprise Christmas morning. It was a huge let down....my fault completely....but still a huge let down. I have never peeked since.<br /><br /><br />10. What is the longest you've ever waited for anything?<br /><br />Still waiting.<br /><br /><br />11. Who has more patience, you or your significant other?<br /><br />I thought Who was on first...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />12. Which of the following songs about waiting is your pick for the best? (OK, you may substitute another, if you like.)<br /><br />A) <span style="font-style: italic;">Anticipation</span> by Carly Simon<br />B) <span style="font-style: italic;">The Waiting</span> by Tom Petty<br />C) <span style="font-style: italic;">Right Here Waiting for You</span> by Richard Marx<br />D)<span style="font-style: italic;"> Wait for Me</span> by Rebecca St. James<br /><br />Monday, Monday by The Mama's and The Papa's.<br />On Mondays everyone goes to school and work. not that I am anti-social or anything.....<br />BUT.........<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3zSV19AksQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e3zSV19AksQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4157367235613646693?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-84383843239104153202010-03-02T06:30:00.005-05:002010-03-02T06:30:01.507-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!!<br /><br />One of my favorite things about Tuesday special guests is that I get requests for those artists that we all love but don't always like to admit it. I love all the "corny" favorites but yes, I have been known to roll UP the windows in the car before I turn up the radio and belt out the lyrics.<br /><br />Barry Manilo, Marie Osmond, Karen Carpenter (oh I LOVE Karen Carpenter) and so many others. They are icons but somehow ended up on the "it is uncool to listen to" list. Well, here's a huge surprise......I've never been cool anyway, haha. Thank Goodness!! Way too much pressure.<br /><br />Today's Special Guest was requested by<a href="http://barefeetforthee.blogspot.com/"> Meredith</a>.<br />She asked for the Bee Gees or Shaun Cassidy. Love it!<br /><br />Way too many choices for the Bee Gees, (Like it or not, they were HUGE!) I'll have to get back to them.<br />Shaun Cassidy.......easy choice.<br /><br />One of my sisters had his poster on their wall. Was it <a href="http://chattykelly.blogspot.com/">you, CK</a> or ET?<br /><br />My wall had John Travolta, Fonzie, and a life size poster of Clark Gable. (a bit of trivia there...no charge).<br /><br />OK, back to today's guest, cause.....<br /><br />Today is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHSADyRR8x8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zHSADyRR8x8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8438384323910415320?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-67646302472712748602010-02-26T10:44:00.006-05:002010-02-26T11:26:39.812-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S4ftvYyGJNI/AAAAAAAABaA/dAErWuL8Bis/s1600-h/JudgeMathis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S4ftvYyGJNI/AAAAAAAABaA/dAErWuL8Bis/s200/JudgeMathis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442580073062737106" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p>Judge Greg Mathis. I would have to say that this is the reality show judge (and I use the term Judge loosely) that dredges in the lowest of the lowest in "court" cases. <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />Plaintiff-"Judge", <br /> <br />(OK, stop right there. In court I believe the correct way to address the judge is Your Honor, Sir, or even Judge Mathis, but not just Judge....at least not in Virginia. Things may be different in Detroit or California). <br /> <br />Anyway... <br /> <br />Plaintiff- "Judge, I was in love with the defendant. She was a wonderful woman. We both have strong Christian values. We felt a strong attraction but we abstained from any sort of "physical relationship" (I changed his exact wording there) because of our relationship with God." <br />"We got married in about a year and things went fine for a while but then she started to have problems with my use of Crack.". <br /> <br />Judge- "Let me get this straight. Your Christian values prevented you from a physical relationship (yes,Ii changed the wording again), but you had no problem passing around the Crack Pipe?". <br /> <br />blah blah blah blah blah <br /> <br />Plaintiff- "We ended up getting divorced but we are still friends and still have a physical relationship.". <br /> <br />blah blah blah blah <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />ok, here's my question. I would love to receive your comments on this from a Biblical view. <br /> <br />First of all, obviously the Bible makes no secret of the laws of God regarding pre-marital sex. no question there. <br /> <br />I am not as well versed with my Bible as many of you. I know there are negative verses regarding drinking and I believe there are negative verses regarding certain drugs. <br /> <br />Question- Although it is illegal, immoral, dangerous and wrong....is smoking crack a sin? <br /> <br />STOP RIGHT THERE! I am in no way considering taking up such a habit....(had to get that straight immediately). I am just curious and I know that there are quite a few of my readers that will have much more insight on this than I do. <br /> <br />Question- I know the Bible frowns on divorce but is it a sin? (Quick Thank You God For Forgiveness). Also, what about having a physical relationship with the EX, AFTER the divorce? ALSO, if divorce IS a sin, then would a physical relationship, with an ex, still be considered being with your husband or wife? <br /> <br />Question- If you remarry, are you committing adultery? <br /> <br />I'm pretty sure (though not completely sure....because I am seldom completely sure on anything), that some of this isn't addressed in the Bible so I'm just wondering your opinions. Although Bible verses to back it up are great too. <br /> <br />AGAIN, I'm not going this route...really, (REALLY, REALLY, REALLY). I'm just curious. <br />I would love your input. <br /> <br />After all, Monkeys Can't ALWAYS be Funny. Sometimes they are just curious. <br />(Good thing Cats aren't funny. You know what curiously does to them!). <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6764630247271274860?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-90715451869928214812010-02-25T02:00:00.000-05:002010-02-25T02:00:03.882-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S4Yek1B1GvI/AAAAAAAABZ4/kEu1QgG95u4/s1600-h/random+dozen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S4Yek1B1GvI/AAAAAAAABZ4/kEu1QgG95u4/s320/random+dozen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442070817782700786" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Welcome to the Random Dozen. Hosted by <a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/">Linda at 2nd Cup Of Coffee.</a> <br /> <br /> <br />1. Have you ever fired a gun or shot a bow and arrow? <br /> <br />My gun is a hard worker and is very responsible. It has become a part of the family. I imagine I'll keep it until it retires.My bow and arrow, on the other hand, have been nothing but trouble. I need to go ahead and fire them....I think shooting them would be a bit extreme. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />2. Do you know where your childhood best friends are? <br /> <br />I'm happy just knowing where my kids are. <br /> <br /> <br />3. Are you usually early, late, or on time? <br /> <br />It depends on whose time we're talking about. <br /> <br /> <br />4. Are you more of a New York or California type? <br /> <br />Neither. My typing stinks. I'm happy when I reach 30 wpm. <br /> <br /> <br />5. Do you have a special ring tone? <br /> <br />As long as it doesn't turn my finger green, I'm happy. <br /> <br /> <br />6. What is your favorite type of chip? <br /> <br />A chip off the ol' block. <br /> <br /> <br />7. Best comedy you've ever seen is .... <br /> <br />The funny ones. <br /> <br /> <br />8. Have you ever cut your own hair? To quote Dr. Phil, "How'd that work for ya?" <br /> <br />Rosanne Rosanna Danna Hair Fun Fact....You can't tell the difference. <br /> <br /> <br />9. If you were going to have an extreme makeover, would you rather it be about your house or your personal self? <br /> <br />Neither. I would kindly give it to my mother to use for herself....they do inner-self make overs don't they? <br /> <br /> <br />10. Are you allergic to anything? <br /> <br />Only the things that cause me to have allergic reactions. <br /> <br /> <br />11. Why is it so hard to change? <br /> <br />What's the big deal? You go to the closet, pick out another outfit and put it on. <br /> <br /> <br />12. One last question dedicated to February love: CS Lewis said, "To love is to be vulnerable." Please share one example of that assertion or share any thought you'd like to about this topic. <br /> <br />I'm sorry. I didn't hear the question. <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-9071545186992821481?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-64737696150587160292010-02-23T06:30:00.008-05:002010-02-23T23:16:49.221-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!<br /><br />So put on your ears.<br />Like good mousekateers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />We have a very good friend in our circle of blog friends.<br />In my opinion, "Will-Power" is her middle name (although she seems to think otherwise).<br />She loves to watch tv but doesn't.<br />She misses it....but get this....she reads! She gets things done!! She takes pictures!! She has a relationship with her family!! I bet she even cooks and cleans....geez.<br />AND, luckily for us, she blogs. Through her blogging we have had they pleasure of a new friend.<br /><br />I asked her for some of her favorite old tv shows. Of course, putting someone else first, before herself, she mentioned one of her dad's favorite old shows......and even one of his favorite parts of that show. It brought her good memories thinking about her dad watching that show and laughing at some of the incredible ridiculous/hilarious skits. I was thrilled because it was one of my faves to.<br /><br />SO......Today's special guest is dedicated to<a href="http://isanotherday.blogspot.com/"> 2Thinks</a>! We may just have a few more for her over the next few weeks. But today, enjoy....<br /><br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XDRBlJEEdys&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XDRBlJEEdys&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6473769615058716029?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-67210443923308506492010-02-19T14:06:00.004-05:002010-02-19T14:12:10.194-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S37iDTd9qqI/AAAAAAAABZw/H1JTE6cv2HI/s1600-h/Curling%2BOlympic%2BTrials%2BDay%2B8%2B1BLoLgI1VTvl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S37iDTd9qqI/AAAAAAAABZw/H1JTE6cv2HI/s320/Curling%2BOlympic%2BTrials%2BDay%2B8%2B1BLoLgI1VTvl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440033946303572642" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I really really wish that the Men and Women competing in the Curling Competition would come and practice on my kitchen floor! I know it would be a huge inconvenience on my part but I'm willing to do my part for the USA! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6721044392330850649?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-82658474842624917622010-02-18T09:07:00.000-05:002010-02-18T09:04:14.542-05:00Compatiblism- The study of Compatibility vrs Non-Compatibility. <br /> <br />Peanut Butter ........................................................................................... Jelly <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xzXAN2_I/AAAAAAAABY4/d5nIhJUGRYU/s1600-h/Jelly.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xzXAN2_I/AAAAAAAABY4/d5nIhJUGRYU/s320/Jelly.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558683351440370" border="0" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xrjqZaoI/AAAAAAAABYo/LdSDUBIl0NY/s1600-h/jif_creamy.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xrjqZaoI/AAAAAAAABYo/LdSDUBIl0NY/s320/jif_creamy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558549310630530" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">COMPATIBLE</span></span> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Peanut Butter.......................................................................Tomato Paste <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xr0iTl2I/AAAAAAAABYw/efIkJxc0YTc/s1600-h/jif_creamy.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xr0iTl2I/AAAAAAAABYw/efIkJxc0YTc/s320/jif_creamy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558553840097122" border="0" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xztOLEbI/AAAAAAAABZA/XbmRz2UHZU4/s1600-h/tomato_paste.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S30xztOLEbI/AAAAAAAABZA/XbmRz2UHZU4/s320/tomato_paste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439558689315557810" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">NON-COMPATIBLE </span></span> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-8265847484262491762?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-16590604382616951142010-02-16T06:30:00.007-05:002010-02-16T08:16:44.126-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday. <br />You know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a special guest!! <br /> <br />I am trying to think of a great USA Winter Olympic Moment. Unfortunately, the Kerrigan/Harding fiasco keeps coming to my mind. That entire episode was an embarrassment to the USA and they have not been invited to be our special guest. <br /> <br />So, I was browsing You Tube and came across a fantastic moment in USA Olympic history. <br />You may or may not remember this....that narrows it down, doesn't it? I was in my early teens but I remember "The Miracle on Ice". <br /> <br />If you don't remember, the story is told on the YouTube clip. <br /> <br />It's the 1980 Winter Olympics and the US is about to stun the world with "The Greatest Sports Moment of the Twentieth Century"....." The Miracle On Ice". <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fea8ZZNVdfg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fea8ZZNVdfg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1659060438261695114?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-14790416055318746732010-02-13T21:19:00.009-05:002010-02-13T22:00:36.913-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3dmc_PIQJI/AAAAAAAABYA/HPFgiu3iMOA/s1600-h/laughing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3dmc_PIQJI/AAAAAAAABYA/HPFgiu3iMOA/s320/laughing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437927723270422674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I got a new reader the other day. She left the nicest comment. It said...<br /><br />"This is the first time I've visited your site, but I'm TOTALLY coming back! You are HILARIOUS! You even made my husband chuckle and that takes a LOT!"<br /><br />Thank you so much. But now....I'm funny? Oh No! I thought you all came here for deep intellectual reading.<br /><br />Humor eh.....well, ok. I guess I can change my entire writing style.<br />Humor.....uhhh<br /><br />Lets see....<br /><br />A priest and a rabbi went to a bar...<br /><br />Nope. That doesn't work. Perhaps priests and rabbis go into bars but the chance of both of them going into a bar at the same time is pretty slim. Would they be wearing their church clothes? If they weren't, I wonder how long they would be chatting before they realized they others professions. Would they be drinking? Also, what day of the week would they be there?<br />Also, isn't one of the main reasons people go to bars is to pick up members of the opposite sex. That isn't an option, is it? I mean, of course priests and rabbis are welcome to go into bars if they want to but even if they did, does that mean someone has to make a joke about it? Can't people just leave them alone! Maybe they were out and about and just wanted a diet coke and a bit of friendly conversation. Don't judge them. That just isn't nice. How would you like to be judged if you went somewhere. What if so many jokes started out with, "A writer and a firefighter went to a library......"? Or how about "A stay at home mom and a decorated war vet went into a Starbucks......"? Just because you go into an establishment, does that automatically mean a joke should be said about it? And what if you aren't in the mood to tell a joke? Would the joke still be funny if you said it later when you were in a funnier mood? Would if be as funny if you said "A stay at home mom and a decorated war vet just walked OUT of a <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3dmiccyaaI/AAAAAAAABYI/lF5ETgGalIY/s1600-h/starbucks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3dmiccyaaI/AAAAAAAABYI/lF5ETgGalIY/s200/starbucks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437927817011685794" border="0" /></a>Starbucks......."? And what if they aren't in the mood for Starbucks? What about saying "A stay at home mom and a decorated war vet just walked PAST a Starbucks....."? And what if there isn't even a Starbucks around? And what about people like me that don't even like coffee so rarely visit Starbucks? Where will I go to get my material? Is it fair for me to make a joke about people going into Starbucks if I rarely visit them myself? And what about....<br /><br />I give up. I just can't be funny "on demand".<br />And what's so funny about monkeys?<br /><br />Oh, but seriously, thanks for the nice comment.<br />And have an outstanding evening. Well, no need to be outstanding. Go in the house. It's awfully cold out there. Have an In-Sitting evening!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1479041605531874673?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-58362540465661284762010-02-09T13:31:00.011-05:002010-02-10T21:52:52.103-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3Gre_BI1LI/AAAAAAAABX4/jOHFs6aXBrE/s1600-h/random+dozen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S3Gre_BI1LI/AAAAAAAABX4/jOHFs6aXBrE/s320/random+dozen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436314774013531314" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Welcome to my Random Dozen. this is a meme from <a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/">Lidna at 2nd Cup of Coffee</a>......but I bet you already knew that! <br /> <br /> <br />1. Are you pleasant when you're ill, or are you a grumpy, fussy patient? <br /> <br />Pleasant....really. Of course it is easier now that the kids are older and I can actually rest a bit when I'm sick. <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p>2. When you find out that school is canceled (due to inclement weather) what is your gut reaction? <br /> <br />Haha. Was this written just for me? Honestly it is ok when I turn off the alarm and go back to sleep....but then I have to get up...and there are people in my space..... <br />ALSO, it is fun the first day. Kind of like a holiday. The 2nd day is still a bit festive. On the 3rd day I was beginning to get a bit annoyed that no one knows how to hang up wet snow clothes and there are puddles of melted snow on the floor (wet socks...yuck). By day 4 my left eye started to twitch and I was feeling a bit jumpy but then on day 5 everything was fine. Nothing bothered me at all as I sat in my own little corner, rocking back and forth, singing incoherently to myself. Days 6,7,and 8 are just a jumbled memory..... <br /> <br /> <br />3. What is one domestic skill you wish you could improve? <br /> <br />As a Domestically Disabled woman, it is difficult to choose one. My family would probably be thrilled if I could improve my cooking. <br /> <br /> <br />4. Do you decorate your home for Valentine's Day? <br /> <br />WAHAHA! No. <br /> <br /> <br />5. What song is on your mind today? <br /> <br />Flying Purple People Eater. <br /> <br />OK, not really. It is actually that commercial....Call JG Wentworth 877-CASH NOW!! <br />I tried to post it here but it keeps ending up at the bottom of this post. At least you now have something to look forward to. <br /> <br />(oh great...now I'm humming Flying Purple people Eater!) <br /> <br /> <br />6. Do you prefer contemporary movies or classic? <br /> <br />Classic <br /> <br /> <br />7. How well do you "compartmentalize" your feelings? For example, how well can you put aside a really trying moment to deal with the immediate situation which is not related to the trying moment, e.g., putting aside a tiff with your spouse in order to finish wallpapering a room. <br /> <br />I am The Queen of compartmentalization!! <br />(however, not so good at wallpapering...) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />8. What is the first thing that attracted you to your spouse? (Or if you're single, to your best friend.) <br /> <br />Sorry, I didn't hear you. What did you say? <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />9. When was the last time your heart raced? <br /> <br />It was probably that time I drank too much caffeine. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />10. What are your memories of Valentine's Day at school? <br /> <br />Making those mailboxes and passing out valentines to the other kids mailboxes. I don't remember all the valentines having candy attached like they do now. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />11. If you were going to receive candy for Valentine's Day, which would you prefer? <br /> <br />No big preference but go ahead and wait until the day after and get it half off...better yet, wait a few more days and get it for 75%-90% off. <br /> <br />Oh, don't tell anyone, and I'm sure you couldn't tell, but I'm not big on Valentines Day.... hopefully I'm not big on any day ....... why? Do I look fat to you? DON'T ANSWER THAT!! <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />12. Red or pink? <br /> <br />1. Red <br />2. Anything that isn't pink. <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGp2J4G9MAc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGp2J4G9MAc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGp2J4G9MAc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tGp2J4G9MAc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5836254046566128476?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-25792295948612764042010-02-09T06:30:00.005-05:002010-02-09T13:27:11.842-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!<br /><br />Today's special guest is a VERY special guest.<br />Today's special guest is a very good friend of mine.<br />Today's special guest is someone I have missed.<br />Today's special guest ran 2 hours late today....but this post is running a bit late also.<br /><br />SO..........WELCOME!<br /><br />Cause Today is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5McOFyStK0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5McOFyStK0I&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2579229594861276404?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-46534350135356886712010-02-08T01:21:00.007-05:002010-02-08T02:09:46.669-05:00The definition of cause and effect....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">CAUSE:</span></span></span></span><br />Alberquando's school schedule (8th grade) for the past 2 weeks and his probable school schedule for the coming week....<br /><br />MONDAY JANUARY 25- Early release due to exams, but he only had one exam. He goes to school from 10:45AM - 1:15PM. Total time at school is 2 hrs and 30 min.<br /><br />TUESDAY JANUARY 26- Early release due to exams. School from 8:30AM - 1:15PM. Total = 4 hrs &amp; 45 min.<br /><br />WEDNESDAY JANUARY 27- Again early release due to exams. Again he only has one exam and AGAIN total time at school is 2 hrs and 30 min.<br /><br />THURSDAY JANUARY 28- Early release due to exams. HOWEVER, Alberquando has NO exams scheduled. Total time at school = ZERO.<br /><br />FRIDAY JANUARY 29- No School. Teacher Workshop. Beginning of Record Snowstorm.<br /><br />MONDAY FEBRUARY 1- Snow Day. No School.<br /><br />TUESDAY FEBRUARY 2- Snow Day. No School.<br /><br />WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 3- Snow Day. No School.<br /><br />THURSDAY FEBRUARY 4- 2 Hour Delay from previous snowstorm. School from 10:30AM-3:30PM. Total school time = 5 hours.<br /><br />FRIDAY FEBRUARY 5- BEGINNING of ANOTHER Virginia record snowstorm. Snow Day. No School.<br /><br />(we got about 8 inches of snow for this storm, then 4 hours of a hard freezing rain, and THEN about 6-8 MORE inches of snow this weekend).<br /><br />MONDAY FEBRUARY 8- Snow Day. No School.<br /><br />TUESDAY FEBRUARY 9----Don't know yet but it is doubtful that the roads will be cleared yet. Probable Snow Day-No School.<br /><br />Tuesday Weather Forecast- 75% chance of freezing rain, sleet and snow.<br />Tuesday Night Weather Forecast-75% chance of freezing rain, sleet and snow.<br />Wednesday Weather Forecast-50% chance of snow.<br /><br />Children returning to school at all this week forecast-DOUBTFUL!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">EFFECT:</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S2-4QJX1YiI/AAAAAAAABXw/9OZY9udRVjw/s1600-h/screaming-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S2-4QJX1YiI/AAAAAAAABXw/9OZY9udRVjw/s400/screaming-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435765862792782370" border="0" /></a><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4653435013535688671?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-17914983922607145012010-02-03T06:30:00.000-05:002010-02-03T06:30:00.340-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pIU6Ua1nI/AAAAAAAABXo/1oOYjvyN3ZY/s1600-h/wvb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 106px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pIU6Ua1nI/AAAAAAAABXo/1oOYjvyN3ZY/s200/wvb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429731824838039154" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It seems like the spammers have been out more lately. Because of that, we are encountering more and more of The Dreaded WVB..........Word Verification Box.<br /><br />As I have mentioned in the past, we should not look at these scrambled letters as an inconvenience, but rather as a wonderful way to enrich our vocabularies. I have learned quite a few new and useful words because of the WVB<br /><br />For example...<br />ah yes..<br />one day I said it to me girl, and now me girls me wife.<br />POW!<br />And a LOVELY thing she is too.<br />SHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeess<br />Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious<br /><br />opps sorry<br /><br />Monkeys are Funny,<br /><br />ANYWAY, as I was saying......Here are some more of the words I have learned thanks to The Dreaded WVB.<br /><br />1. belyros- when you eat too much food and your stomach grows.<br />"Last night I ate so much dinner that my belyros 2 inches!"<br /><br />2. antly- the way your mother's sister acts if she is from the north. Down here in the<br />south they act auntly.<br /><br />3. cyclint- A cyclops morphed with Clint Eastwood. Go ahead. Make my day!<br /><br />4. galgab- what we women do when we sit down to chat.<br /><br />5. jarslism- the study of jars.<br /><br />6. poman- opposite of rich man.<br /><br />7. swelyal- another southern word. What one says in the south when things are good.<br />"We're doin' swelyal.<br /><br />8. deadlyn- What we have when Lyn passed away. Poor Lyn.<br /><br />9. adamal- Your dog, cat, a bear, tiger or other mammal. But I hab a cold and by dose is<br />stopped up.<br /><br />10. billiat- When you cannot find Billy. "Where's billiat?"<br /><br />11. milyc. What one kid says to another when they are sharing a lollypop and it is his turn.<br /><br />12. gralfepi- I have no idea. But I love the sound of it when I say it out loud.<br /><br />That's all for today!<br />CHOW! (mein)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBzJGckMYO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gBzJGckMYO4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1791498392260714501?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-33024943197870326522010-02-02T06:30:00.000-05:002010-02-02T06:30:01.159-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!<br /><br />I have a feeling that there were A LOT of households in Virginia doing this today ...... and yesterday ..... and tomorrow ..... and the next day ..... and.......<br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8GzgM1nFzY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n8GzgM1nFzY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3302494319787032652?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-23567165772504570322010-01-30T06:30:00.000-05:002010-01-30T06:30:00.854-05:00When you are in training for the fire department. You spend a lot of time in what is called The Burn Building. The Burn Building is a 4 story, concrete building with many rooms and stairways. For training exercises, it is filled with smoke and multiple fires ranging in size from small corner fires to rooms that are fully engulfed in flames. There are also "victims" (150-175 lb dummies) throughout the building that must be rescued. <br /> <br />When you are are probie/rookie, there is always at least one officer or instructor in each room to insure your safety and to access your progress. <br /> <br />It is extremely imperative that if you are the"man" on the nozzle (in charge of water flow), that under NO circumstances should you ever, EVER- regardless of whether or not is is completely unintentional, douse the instructor with water. <br /> <br />A soaking wet instructor makes for a very unhappy instructor. <br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> <br /> <br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1hST1JZlkI/AAAAAAAABXA/6USNQWt1y0Q/s1600-h/firefighter+wet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1hST1JZlkI/AAAAAAAABXA/6USNQWt1y0Q/s320/firefighter+wet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429179851432629826" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />An unhappy instructor makes for a VERY unhappy probie. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1hTl5Wq7FI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lArUDJbMx7Y/s1600-h/Pushups.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1hTl5Wq7FI/AAAAAAAABXQ/lArUDJbMx7Y/s400/Pushups.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429181261311306834" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br />Believe me. I know. <br /> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2356716577250457032?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-7956451985627350682010-01-28T06:30:00.001-05:002010-01-28T06:30:00.357-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NCoENTYBI/AAAAAAAABV4/XZ0xuNWxeD8/s1600-h/food_label.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NCoENTYBI/AAAAAAAABV4/XZ0xuNWxeD8/s200/food_label.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427755232003317778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was looking through all <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NBN-x2WkI/AAAAAAAABVw/n1CzhrDHNYs/s1600-h/ADHD+logo+colour.gif"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NBN-x2WkI/AAAAAAAABVw/n1CzhrDHNYs/s200/ADHD+logo+colour.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427753684357765698" border="0" /></a>my old posts for a specific one the other day and ended up spending a LOT of time re-reading. Jeez! Who wrote those things? Even I could barely follow some of them. Thank goodness Monkeys are Funny or I would still be lost.<br /><br />I read on Surviving Motherhood's blog the other day that she had gone back and started labeling her posts. That is something I had been thinking about doing lately but hadn't gotten around to it yet. I decided to give it a whirl.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-Ak2qx1I/AAAAAAAABVI/5qpHsd8ueEU/s1600-h/WVB.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-Ak2qx1I/AAAAAAAABVI/5qpHsd8ueEU/s200/WVB.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427750155525474130" border="0" /></a><br />Labels For This Post :<br /><br />hhmmmm<br /><br />Labels For This Post:<br /><br />I could write Random, but that pretty much narrows it down to about 85% of my posts.<br />BTW, did you know that 94.6% of all statistics are made up on the spot?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-2Hu6O1I/AAAAAAAABVY/tgWziF_KjQ0/s1600-h/fire_helmet2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 152px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-2Hu6O1I/AAAAAAAABVY/tgWziF_KjQ0/s200/fire_helmet2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427751075421240146" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, a few are easy. As a matter of fact, when Edie helped me out during one of my many technical problems, she started it out for me.<br /><br />Labels For This Post : Today is Tuesday. You Know What That Means.<br /><br />That one was easy.<br /><br />A few more .....<br />Firefighting<br />Memes<br />The Arts: Songs and Poetry By MyADHDMe<br />The Dreaded WVB<br />Step Away From The Car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NA5nGwFwI/AAAAAAAABVo/t0kBaFJNRWs/s1600-h/1977-Chrysler-NewYorker-front.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1NA5nGwFwI/AAAAAAAABVo/t0kBaFJNRWs/s200/1977-Chrysler-NewYorker-front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427753334405601026" border="0" /></a><br /><br />That still leaves the rest in the very wide category of Random.<br /><br />Occasionally, I write something from the, ahem, heart. So I suppose there is the "Deep Thoughts" category.<br /><br />I think I need some help here.<br /><br />Any suggestions?<br /><br />Oh, I already thought of the category of "Completely random things that somehow make<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-bq7RuZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/tpM2Ia8cLOc/s1600-h/memes.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M-bq7RuZI/AAAAAAAABVQ/tpM2Ia8cLOc/s200/memes.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427750621011884434" border="0" /></a> it from my brain to the keyboard", but that was too long.<br /><br />Oh great, I just realized that I need a label for this post. I think I'll leave it blank until one of you comes up with a suggestion.<br /><br />SO, anybody out there have any ideas for labels for my posts?....hey, be nice...They can't ALL say Typical ADHD.<br /><br />Have an outstanding day!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M_JcK0d1I/AAAAAAAABVg/qRdQ9wWPyPg/s1600-h/treble-clef-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1M_JcK0d1I/AAAAAAAABVg/qRdQ9wWPyPg/s200/treble-clef-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427751407324526418" border="0" /></a><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-795645198562735068?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-11212154040083330882010-01-26T06:26:00.002-05:002010-01-26T06:26:00.339-05:00<p></p><br /><p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!!!<br /><br />So wiggle your ears<br />Like good Mousekateers.<br />Cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />I would have to say that this is the Number One WORST commercial, imho, of all time.<br /><br />It became HUGE! Everyone was saying it and it was even made on t-shirts, mugs, etc.<br /><br />UGH!!!!<br /><br />To me it rates up there with "I've fallen, and I can't get up!<br />But, I try to invite a very large range of Special Guests, even one that may drive me crazy-er.<br /><br />I have over a page of ideas but am not in the mood for any of those.<br /><br />Leave me a comment if you want to see a favorite that I've never shown.<br /><br />Commercials, Theme Songs, Songs, TV's, Movies...just about anything.<br /><br />Have a great day and would someone please give that old lady a hamburger!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ug75diEyiA0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ug75diEyiA0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1121215404008333088?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-18552612796320396232010-01-24T06:30:00.005-05:002010-01-24T06:30:00.627-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0_ySz8Mu9I/AAAAAAAABVA/HqGEohxF-DY/s1600-h/Judge+Alex.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0_ySz8Mu9I/AAAAAAAABVA/HqGEohxF-DY/s200/Judge+Alex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426822480999005138" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p>Well, you know that when my back is hurting I spend a large part of the day staring at the tv. I know I've talked about the wonderful shows (NOT) that come on during the late night hours, but the daytime ones are just as, um, thrilling. <br /> <br />I guess people can't get enough court tv all night because it comes on all day also. I was watching Judge Alex the other day and this couple was telling every deep dark secret they ever had to millions of viewers...well, maybe thousands. <br /> <br />It went something like this: <br /> <br />Her-All I wanted was for him to go with me to my daddy's birthday party. <br /> <br />Him-Judge, I was busy. I work all week and that was my only day off. I had a lot to do. I tell you, I was busy! You know what I'm saying? <br /> <br />Judge- Well, no, not exactly.What were you so busy doing that you couldn't go to her daddy's party? <br /> <br />Him-Judge I was busy. <br /> <br />Judge- Yeah, I got that. Busy doing what? <br /> <br />Him- I was...uh.Judge,you know....uh..um, Judge you know.....I was reading! <br /> <br />(I guess you had to see them to get how completely ridiculous that statement was.) <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />another conversation: <br /> <br />Her-I pull up to my parking space and there is a strange car parked there..in MY space! I never SEEN that car. I didn't KNOW that car. I had never been intro to the owner of that car...but there it was. Just sitting in MY space, just like it belonged there. <br /> <br />More Her-So I walk in MY house and find some strange woman laying there rubbing his back. I didn't know that woman. I never seen that woman before that day. I was never introduced to that woman. I never sent out an invitation to that woman, but there she was! <br /> <br />Judge- (to the man) Do you have a response to that? <br /> <br />Him-Judge, I was as surprised as SHE was! <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />HHmmmm I wonder if Judge Alex has a blog? <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1855261279632039623?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-10178874851769186412010-01-22T23:30:00.000-05:002010-01-22T23:30:00.445-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pAyzrXdsI/AAAAAAAABXg/gkCasrUfVao/s1600-h/Massachucetts+Welcome.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pAyzrXdsI/AAAAAAAABXg/gkCasrUfVao/s400/Massachucetts+Welcome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429723542358292162" border="0" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pAvA0y7KI/AAAAAAAABXY/AFR-g38OuGQ/s1600-h/massachusetts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S1pAvA0y7KI/AAAAAAAABXY/AFR-g38OuGQ/s400/massachusetts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429723477168024738" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Thank You Massachusetts!!!</span></span> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1017887485176918641?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-10456226060959119812010-01-21T06:30:00.001-05:002010-01-21T06:30:01.170-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0e8aELFupI/AAAAAAAABUI/yFdJxSAyjKA/s1600-h/stack+of+logs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0e8aELFupI/AAAAAAAABUI/yFdJxSAyjKA/s400/stack+of+logs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424511432173927058" border="0" /></a><br />According to Albert Einstein, the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sometimes I actually enjoy hard strenuous labor. I like the feeling of accomplishment. I like the feeling when I'm finished of just laying back in complete exhaustion. It makes me feel stronger and healthier. I even like the feeling of breaking out into a good sweat while I'm working....that is if I don't have to worry about going anywhere after wards without any make-up.<br /><br />I heat my house with a wood burning stove. It is a great money saver, not to mention very cozy. Last year when the tree fell on our house, the men cut it into pieces the correct size but didn't split it. I'm sure they would have....$. Much of it has been laying in a pile in the backyard ever since then. I used to split wood to help make myself stronger for fire fighting. Also, as you may recall from one of my recent posts, we do a lot of work with axes and I had never swung an axe at all before becoming a fire fighter.<br /><br />Well, I know that I can<span style="text-decoration: underline;"> not/should not do that anymore because of my back.<br /><br />Oh great, how did I start underlining everything. This is annoying. How can I think about what I am writing while everything is being underlined. It would be different if I was underlining a certain statement, but not the entire post. I don't even know how to underline something. I have NO idea what I did to make it start doing this. That is why I never underline. Instead, to emphasize what I am saying I always put it in CAPITAL LETTERS.<br /><br />Monkey are Funny.<br /><br />Underlining is annoying.<br /><br />MONKEYS ARE FUNNY!!<br /></span><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">OK, anyway. I'll try to ignore it. Hope you can. Where was I...<br /><br />I'm not so incredibly dumb that I would go outside and start trying to split that wood. I know I would hurt myself.<br /><br />But it was all laying out there in a pile and I knew it was going to rot it if didn't get stacked.<br /><br />This underlining is driving me crazy-er. I'm going to take a break from this and call Chatty Kelly. She'll be able to fix it....<br /><br /></span>Whew, thank you Kelly. This is SO much better...(note the capitalized letters in the word SO).<br /><br />MONKEYS ARE FUNNY.<br /><br />So, I decided that I would just stack the logs...not split them. Just stack them. I know how to lift properly. I know how to use my legs instead of my back. I know that I need to be careful and not to lift to much at once.<br /><br />It actually felt good to do some hard work.<br /><br />Well, it felt good at the time, that is. Today...not so good. You would think I would have learned and that I would know better by now. Ol'Albert knew what he was talking about. I guess I need to find a hobby. Something that makes me feel good about myself but doesn't make me walk like a little old lady for days afterwards. There's always knitting. I wonder where I should go to get some of those knitting sticks.....<br /><a><img alt="MyADHDMe" src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0e9YPb2x5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/ShGpp5qRxl4/s1600-h/knitting+needles.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0e9YPb2x5I/AAAAAAAABUQ/ShGpp5qRxl4/s200/knitting+needles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424512500348929938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1045622606095911981?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-71702949474034417172010-01-19T06:30:00.005-05:002010-01-19T06:30:00.978-05:00<p></p>Today is Tuesday. <br />You Know what that means. <br />We're gonna have a special guest!! <br /> <br />With so many people getting sick with colds and the flu, I think today's Special Guest is the perfect choice. <br /> <br />Got Flu? <br /> <br />......cause Tuesday is Guest Star Day!!!!!! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><a href="<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Th1-WJDf_1E&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Th1-WJDf_1E&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7170294947403441717?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-44716593557856700862010-01-16T19:35:00.002-05:002010-01-16T19:37:06.128-05:00My mom-in-law gave me a small chest/bookcase. It is about 2 feet tall and about 10 inches wide. It is a perfect to put beside my chair to keep my notebooks, dictionary, Bible and other things I like to have on hand when I am on the computer. But what I really enjoyed about this piece of furniture was the newspaper pages that were in the bottom of the drawers. My mom-in-law told me she left them in their specifically because she knew I liked things like that. The date of the newspaper was Wednesday, February 8, 1950. <br /> <br />There were quite a few interesting articles and ads. One ad was for a "HUGE 12 1/2 inch" television. Call for free "in-home demonstration". They weren't cheap though. $179.95. That was A LOT of money in 1950. As a matter of fact, that is twice as much as such a small tv would cost today.....and today's wouldn't be black and white! (the picture is one I googled. That is actually one from 1954.) <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0k1vhMWznI/AAAAAAAABUY/8rcwqzTLrds/s1600-h/tv+1954.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0k1vhMWznI/AAAAAAAABUY/8rcwqzTLrds/s200/tv+1954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424926316624793202" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />There was also an advice column that was similar to today's Dear Abby. It was called Dorothy Dix . This is one of the letters and the response... <br /> <br />"Dear Miss Dix. <br />What can be done about the business girls who are well educated, well dressed, good looking, but are 30 years of age and have no beaus and no dates, no chance of marrying? They would like to marry and have husbands and homes of their own, but the men of their own age marry younger girls and leave the older ones alone. <br />Signed, <br /> ANXIOUS MOTHER <br /> <br />Answer: Kissing goes by favor, as the old adage says, and unless a girl has that peculiar something that attracts men, her matrimonial chances are slim. <br />The plight of girls who have a natural feminine yearning for the attention of men and for love, romance and marriage, but who are denied these, is truly sad. What makes the situation still more pathetic is that they exaggerate the value and happiness these things would bring. The girl who has no dates, pictures every party as a wild orgy of joy. She imagines every man a fairy prince and has never a doubt that if she married, her husband would be an ideal mate and her home an earthly paradise. <br /> <br />If the business girl will look around at her married friends, she will she that most of them look older than she; that few are as well dressed or can afford the amusements she has. And she will discover that the husband who remains a gallant lover after three or four years of married life is about as rare as hen's teeth. <br /> <br />Still all of this does not keep girls from wanting to marry, nor their mothers from wanting to see them married. That is nature and the pity of it is that not some way in which proper bridegrooms could be provided for all they nice girls who would make such good wives. <br /> <br />Under the circumstances, it seems to me that there are only 2 things they can do, especially when they have reached the age of 30, when time becomes a great factor. One is boldly to take the initiative and do the courting themselves. Virtually any woman can marry any man if she will just go after him hard enough. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0k2_hdrMNI/AAAAAAAABUg/WgLKdQtO14M/s1600-h/OldMaid_Full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0k2_hdrMNI/AAAAAAAABUg/WgLKdQtO14M/s200/OldMaid_Full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424927691086966994" border="0" /></a>The other alternative is to accept the situation philosophically and put matrimony out of their thoughts. There is much consolation in the fact that a good job is better than an indifferent husband, and far less trouble to keep." <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />Hhhmmm, a few facts about Dorothy Dix. She wrote this in 1950 when she was 89 years old. She dies the following year at age 90. Although married, the last time she ever saw her husband was in 1920, when he was entered into an insane asylum. He died in 1929, 9 years later! One of the books she wrote was "How to Win and Hold a Husband". <br /> <br />I noticed even the letter written to her was addressed Dear MISS Dix. <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />I'm thinking that sometimes change is a VERY good thing! <br /> <br />Have a great day!!!! <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-4471659355785670086?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-57629587231952498592010-01-14T06:31:00.005-05:002010-01-14T08:08:53.217-05:00<p></p>Often I am asked what it is like to live with ADHD. Usually by the time I am finished trying to explain it, the person that asked can see it for themselves. AND they are usually more confused than they were before they asked me.<br /><br />This clip is a speech given by an 11 year old girl that has ADHD. It is called "Living With ADHD". Between the visual and the speech, this is probably the best way I have ever seen it explained. I think that by the time you get to the end of this clip you will get a glimpse of what it is like.<br /><br />She did an amazing job.<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsawg8-VGjE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lsawg8-VGjE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5762958723195249859?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-22915707143846604082010-01-13T06:30:00.005-05:002010-01-17T18:15:55.216-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S003yEiFezI/AAAAAAAABUo/rzLw-4xeLNo/s1600-h/random+dozen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S003yEiFezI/AAAAAAAABUo/rzLw-4xeLNo/s200/random+dozen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426054459401009970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Time to jump on the bandwagon and try out the Random Dozen from 2nd Cup of Coffee.<br />Thank you to A&amp;OX4 for trying to help me get the questions on my post so I wouldn't have to re-type them all....lol.......but seriously....<br /><br />Still not sure if I did it correctly, but it all showed up so that was a good start.<br /><br />Hhmmm, I probably should have read the questions before I committed to doing them. Oh well, too late now.<br /><br />On your mark.....Get set.......Monkeys Are Funny!<br /><br /><br />1. When was the last time you craved a food--what was it, and did you cave?<br />Yesterday......Nutty Buddy......Yep<br /><br />2. M &amp; M's or Skittles?<br />I'm pretty sure that I am in the minority here....Skittles.<br /><br />3. Have you ever read the Bible completely through?<br />No but I did read a layman copy which is a book that has the entire Old Testament written in the form of a novel but it is all factual from the Bible. It is called The Book of God.<br /><br />4. How long does it take you to really wake up in the morning?<br />I'll let you know when it happens......Way TOO long!<br /><br />5. Have you ever been on a cruise? If not, would you like to?<br />No........No desire really......I much rather be in a burning building with a fire hose....(and some more firefighters).<br /><br />6. Who is your favorite actress?<br />I have favorite actors but really no favorite actresses that I can think of.<br /><br />7. ______ is something that I will just never understand.<br />Computers/technology<br /><br />8. How much of a technology junkie are you?<br />See answer to #7.<br /><br />9. Do you enjoy selecting greeting cards for people, or is it more of a cultural "have to" for you?<br />I enjoy getting them for "off the wall" reasons or randomly but really don't like that feeling of "Oh No! Tomorrow is so-an- so's birthday and I don't have a card!<br /><br />10. When was the last time you got a new style/haircut?<br />Hair Style? What's That?<br /><br />11. What do you enjoy shopping for most?<br />Anything at Thrift Stores and or Consignment Stores.....Especially Books<br />I also love it when I find another pair of Chuck Taylor Converse Hi-Tops. I don't like<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S01Umch4DkI/AAAAAAAABU4/ZLWGGgNKSuE/s1600-h/PICT5962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S01Umch4DkI/AAAAAAAABU4/ZLWGGgNKSuE/s200/PICT5962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426086145521356354" border="0" /></a> the new ones but once in a while I'll find a very old pair that is still in good condition AND in my size......They were all marked in mens sizes so I wear a size 6 1/2 or 7 mens. SO, when my next birthday comes up, you can skip the card and now you know what to get me, My white ones are getting a bit ragged so white would be great. I also have black, black patent leather, denim, mustard yellow, purple tie-dye (when I got them they were purple only but they were too bright for me so I tied them) I like shoes. Mostly sneakers and boots. Beside my Chuck Taylors, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S01Ul3wdNuI/AAAAAAAABUw/qOdaVGoskK4/s1600-h/PICT5949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S01Ul3wdNuI/AAAAAAAABUw/qOdaVGoskK4/s200/PICT5949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426086135650399970" border="0" /></a>my favorite sneakers are my Sam &amp; Libby hi-top sneakers with a 2 inch platform. Also my White Leather lace up, hi-top sneakers......oh yeah, they have a 3 1/2 inch heel. haha. You can't tell by the picture but they really are sneakers. I'm almost positive that I'll never wear them but I couldn't resist buying them for all those times when people comment that I always wear sneakers. Plus, I don't own the sequins spandex mini-skirt that would surely go with them.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />12. What's the last thing you think of before you leave the house?<br />Dog on Cable<br />Back in House.<br />Remember dog needs water to stay alive.<br />fill water.<br />where are keys?<br />Check to be sure all lights are off.<br />Blow out candles.<br />Close windows if needed.<br />Turn back heat or turn up air if needed.<br />Go to bathroom.<br />Re-Brush teeth<br />Re-Appy Lipstick<br />Look at hair, smile and shake head because there's nothing I can do with it.<br />Where are keys?<br />Grab water bottle.<br />Grab diet coke.<br />Put on watch.<br />Quick peek at email or blog.<br />Find keys.<br />Find cell phone.<br />Grab a jacket or sweater...just in case.<br />Go to car.<br />ooppps.<br />Go back inside.<br />Grab a few mints.<br />grab any needed lists..<br />Grab a book for if/when I need to wait.<br />Grab purse.<br />Where are keys? I JUST had them!<br />Yell at the kids to hurry up.<br />See kids waiting for me in car.<br />Find keys.<br />Start car.<br />Alberquando forgot the CD he wants to listen to.<br />He goes back in to get it.<br />He comes back to the car.<br />He leaves door not only unlocked, but open.<br />He goes back and shuts and locks door.<br />Where were we going?<br />Is that the phone ringing?<br />IGNORE IT!<br />um....what was the question again?<br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2291570714384660408?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-9681769026607202010-01-12T06:30:00.005-05:002010-01-14T00:20:06.863-05:00<p></p><br /><p></p>Today is Tuesday.<br />You know what that means.<br />We're gonna have a special guest!!<br /><br />I know I bombarded you all with musical clips all week last week, so today's Special Guest is not going to sing.<br /><br />In 1979 Coca Cola did it again.<br /><br />Mean Joe Green!!!<br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xffOCZYX6F8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xffOCZYX6F8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-968176902660720?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-39818810458029765922010-01-09T23:25:00.002-05:002010-01-15T18:19:02.002-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0NekDUdXOI/AAAAAAAABUA/_eyEYkVUFeg/s1600-h/firefighter+with+axe+and+scba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0NekDUdXOI/AAAAAAAABUA/_eyEYkVUFeg/s320/firefighter+with+axe+and+scba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423282349743627490" border="0" /></a> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p>Quite often in life, we receive very important advice and/or bits of information. You know, the life saving ones. <br /> <br />I remember one of the first fire calls I went on. The call came in as"Smell of smoke in residence. Possible Carbon Monoxide" As you can imagine, I was nervous and excited at the same time. <br /> <br />It was then that I learned a very important piece of advice. I was following the lead firefighter in the house. We were in complete gear, including <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SCBA</span> (self contained breathing apparatus). <br /> <br />As we were walking in, I looked at my partner. Hoping for a profound bit of advice, I asked him, "What should I do?" <br /> <br />His response, "Grab an Ax and Try Not to Die." <br /> <br />Man, I really miss those days! <br /> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3981881045802976592?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-28643884432566751952010-01-08T06:30:00.004-05:002010-01-17T18:22:43.629-05:00<p></p>I would have loved to have been involved in something like this. Oh yeah, I probably would have to be able to sing and dance.....oh well.<br /><br />This has to be my favorite.<br /><br />I first saw this at <a href="http://writesometoday.blogspot.com/">Sue J's</a> blog. I just love it!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 560="" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7EYAUazLI9k&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-2864388443256675195?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-14227342596329340132010-01-07T06:30:00.011-05:002010-01-17T18:22:43.630-05:00<p></p><br /><p></p>When United Airlines employees broke this man's Taylor guitar, he tried for a year to get them to pay to repair it. They refused. He even offered to accept flying time as payment. They still refused.<br /><br />When he wrote this song to tell his story, he had no idea that it would be an overnight YouTube sensation. Of course United scrambled to make restitution after the song was so popular that CNN even ran a story on it....too little, too late.<br /><br />The name of the song is United Breaks Guitars. The band is Sons of Maxwell. I especially liked one of the comments that was left on the clip......Guitar Breaks United.<br /><p></p><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 560="" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YGc4zOqozo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5YGc4zOqozo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-1422734259632934013?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-65924699405753120242010-01-06T06:30:00.002-05:002010-01-17T18:22:43.630-05:00<p></p><br /><p></p>The first time I saw this clip was also on <a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/">2nd Cup of Coffee</a>'s blog. When you're watching it, remember that she IS singing it in English! I just Ken Lee without this!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http:///"></a><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_RgL2MKfWTo&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6592469940575312024?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-67329195357319558012010-01-05T06:30:00.000-05:002010-01-17T18:22:43.631-05:00<p></p>Without this clip, there would never have been a Tuesday Special Guest Star Day, because.....<br /><br />Today is Tuesday<br />You know what that means.<br />We're Gonna Have a Special Guest!!!!<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ1r81dJ2bg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qZ1r81dJ2bg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-6732919535731955801?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-73271159399974257812010-01-04T06:30:00.001-05:002010-01-17T18:22:43.631-05:00<p></p>This week I am going to be posting some of my favorite clips. Some of these have been my Tuesday Special Guests, and others I have seen on other peoples blogs.<br /><br />When <a href="http://chattykelly.blogspot.com/">Chatty Kelly</a> first introduced me to blogging, she told me I had to go check out another blogger that she knew I would love. I still wasn't sold on blogging but checked it out anyway.<br /><br />The other blogger was<a href="http://2nd-cup-of-coffee.blogspot.com/"> 2nd Cup of Coffee</a>, and this clip is still one of my favorites.<br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dkYZ6rbPU2M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed>"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-7327115939997425781?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-34311049843667311062010-01-02T23:59:00.002-05:002010-01-14T00:18:19.321-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0Ak1WNSAYI/AAAAAAAABTw/6sPQ9s7plDk/s1600-h/cell+phone.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/S0Ak1WNSAYI/AAAAAAAABTw/6sPQ9s7plDk/s200/cell+phone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422374450267029890" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p>Would someone PLEASE help me find my cell phone??!!!??<br /><br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="MyADHDMe" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-3431104984366731106?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3115717944488548828.post-51223125553690561002009-12-31T10:29:00.024-05:002010-01-14T00:18:19.321-05:00There is a dinosaur in my house. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1rEnk4t3I/AAAAAAAABTo/L2Ftp5ycjMM/s1600-h/PICT5908.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1rEnk4t3I/AAAAAAAABTo/L2Ftp5ycjMM/s200/PICT5908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421607253511288690" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I've been working with it for years. It never really bothered me because I don't know that much about dinosaurs anyway. The only problem is, that whenever I wanted to play with the dinosaur, someone else was already doing it. Even when I was the only one around, my dinosaur was very stubborn and would just sit, refusing to allow me to play. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qI6SFVGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/6z-f_opzkaM/s1600-h/PICT5904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qI6SFVGI/AAAAAAAABTQ/6z-f_opzkaM/s200/PICT5904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421606227740546146" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />My neighbor had an old dinosaur that she no longer played with, so she gave it to me. Well, that was wonderful until "Alberquando" took it over. He knows more about dinosaurs than just about any one I know. Unfortunately, he fed the dinosaur so much food that the dinosaur got fat. It got so fat that his skin didn't even fit. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qZrq02rI/AAAAAAAABTY/DW5Y_6lmUTE/s1600-h/PICT5905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qZrq02rI/AAAAAAAABTY/DW5Y_6lmUTE/s200/PICT5905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421606515875568306" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"Alberquando" didn't mind, but whenever I went to play, I guess this newer dinosaur was so full that it refused to do anything for me. <br /> <br />Well, times are hard. Even though I wanted a pet of my own, I knew I couldn't get anything other than another dinosaur. SO I got my very own BABY dinosaur. Baby dinosaurs are worse than adult ones. They are just as stubborn. This one had barely learned to walk and it would take him 20 minutes just to walk across the room. It was SO S-L-O-W!! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qZ5d82NI/AAAAAAAABTg/5Wcaeb43G_Y/s1600-h/PICT5910.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1qZ5d82NI/AAAAAAAABTg/5Wcaeb43G_Y/s200/PICT5910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421606519579662546" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Not only that, but his scales started to fall off!! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1pVJ1RsjI/AAAAAAAABTI/sDnFy7ZE4x4/s1600-h/PICT5911.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1pVJ1RsjI/AAAAAAAABTI/sDnFy7ZE4x4/s200/PICT5911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421605338561491506" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />And his tail was so long that it was always in the way! <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1pU6TORFI/AAAAAAAABTA/XaxxEPBBU_4/s1600-h/PICT5906.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1pU6TORFI/AAAAAAAABTA/XaxxEPBBU_4/s200/PICT5906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421605334392128594" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />I gave up. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. I stopped playing with the dinosaur almost completely. I felt like "Little Jackie Paper". I loved the dinosaur but I just didn't have time to play with him. Then it actually stopped working altogether. "Puff that mighty dragon, ceased his mighty roar." (ok, dragons- dinosaurs....close enough) <br /> <br />Luckily "Alberquando" coaxed Puff out of his cave. That is great for them. But I was over it. <br /> <br />xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx <br /> <br />Sometimes a person has to break down and do something for themselves. I can't remember the last time I bought something NEW for myself. Oh yes I can! It was just this week. <br /> <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1oSKqn3vI/AAAAAAAABS4/EIUI3HtGJS4/s1600-h/PICT5917.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1oSKqn3vI/AAAAAAAABS4/EIUI3HtGJS4/s400/PICT5917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421604187734007538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1oEtC5_1I/AAAAAAAABSw/LSEYiGjXSvI/s1600-h/PICT5912.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hM58-zM-ZiM/Sz1oEtC5_1I/AAAAAAAABSw/LSEYiGjXSvI/s400/PICT5912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421603956444495698" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />"Painted wings and giant rings. Make <br />way for other toys..." <br /> <br />But don't worry about our dinosaur. "Alberquando" still loves him. He's even taught him a new language. It's called Lenux. Believe me, I got out just in time! <br /> <br />Have a great day!! <br /> <br />And HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /> <br /><a><img src="http://i602.photobucket.com/albums/tt105/adhdjoblog/adhd_signature03.png" alt="<span class=" error="" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" />MyADHDMe" border="0"></a> <br /> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p> <br /><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3115717944488548828-5122312555369056100?l=myadhdme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>My ADHD Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355981755069167730noreply@blogger.com14