Sunday, January 13, 2008

Frying Up Some Fun

So today we stayed home and worked around the house and yard. I decided to dress Sampson up in his Sunday wear after I found his bandana...
Sampson The Warrior


This evening Mike finally got to try his new deep fryer that he got for Christmas. We fried a chicken and a turkey breast after he injected them with marinade... mmm mmm our lunch sandwiches will be really good this week!





Next up are wings... we plan on making our first attempt at buffalo wings on Wednesday night... until then...

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Spoiled Rotten

Can you say Spoiled Rotten?!

Assume the position, puppy. Yes, this is where you can find ol' Sampson about two minutes after he arrives home each day this winter season. Lucky dog.

Friday, January 11, 2008

The Real Meaning of the Word LOUD

As I have blogged in past blogs, I have had some seriously painful bouts with my neck this past year. The very first one was last January and it was by far the worst one of all of them... Well, my last one to date was the week before Christmas. But, there is a twist...(drum roll please?)... THIS time I endured the numb hand syndrome! What is that, you ask? Well... about two years ago... before Mike and I were engaged, I went through a LONG period of time where in the wee hours of the night both of my hands would completely go to "sleep" or become fully numb and then the most excruciating pain I have ever felt in my entire life would wake me up from a DEAD sleep and I would spend FOREVER trying to wake up my hands and fingers to make the pain stop. Sometimes going as far as throwing my arm off the side of the bed to make the blood drain down into my hand or standing up seeking the same result. It was awful! This went on for several months (yes, MONTHS, not weeks) before I finally went to the doctor. You see, back then I did not really have a GP or Family Doctor being single and healthy... I hardly ever went to the doctor. I never got sick too often and the only issue I had then was just allergies. Well I found a doctor in Atlanta (near where I lived then) and made an appointment. He did some in-office tests and basically concluded that I had some issues with the nerves running into my hands from my neck. He did ask me about my daily routine at work... one particular task of interest was the fact that I sat at one of those L-shaped desks then and used my laptop right on bend of the middle and my arms would rest on the desk and not "hang" off the desk like a "normal" square desk. He then prescribed some SERIOUS anti-inflammatory pills and I changed my desk/laptop habits and within a couple of weeks or so the problem went away...
Well now the hand problem is back along with the the whole neck pain and stiffness issue... I have taken an array of mild-to-moderate muscle relaxers, anti-inflammatories and pain killers (prescribed by my current doctor)over the past year and now I am at my wit's end. After having that Demoral shot given to me right before Christmas I decided that enough is enough. I went back to the doctor and complained. So today I had my first MRI...
And what an experience it was... OMG... that was probably the worst hour of my entire life! First, they put you into that tube contraption laying down flat. Let me just say that if I was an inch wider I would not have fit into it and you could not move AT ALL. They give you ear plugs and tell you that they are used because the test is kinda loud. Loud? Did you say LOUD? Because after suffering through that 35-40 minutes of living hell, I do not think that "loud" describes the torture that I endured this afternoon in that freaking tube!!!! I am surprised that I am not permanently deaf on some level after that! The noise radiating from that contraption while I was stuck inside of it was so loud that my skin was actually vibrating! And after the first 20 minutes of vibrating, then the itching started. Well, unfortunately, you cannot scratch any itches while trapped in the dead man position in a tube and remain still so as not to screw up the said "loud" radio-waves reverberating through my neck and head... I could have cried. I could not hardly open my eyes because I would get sea-sick.. It was like my body wanted to go to sleep after laying there so long, but the crashing and banging coming from that machine just wouldn't stop...
I was so happy when the ordeal was finally over and I was quite woozy when I stood up from the bench that I had been lying on for so long. I left as quickly as I could and was thinking to myself as I drove out of the parking lot how much I hope that I never have to go through that again!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

Bumper Carts Are For Losers

Would someone please tell me WHY people do not return their shopping carts to the Cart Return or back into the grocery store? Tonight on the way home from work on a somewhat blustery night in the metro Atlanta area (yes, we are under a Tornado Watch believe it or not), I made a quick stop at one of the probably five Publix' along Johnson Ferry Rd. I wanted to get something to cook for supper and I splurged and grabbed a carton of strawberries (woohoo- they were on sale!). When I left the store, it was dark, windy and just kinda balmy outside. I am walking to my truck when I watch a man in his 40's push his cart (which was MAYBE 1/3 full of groceries by the way) next to a lone cart parked in the middle of an empty parking space. Come on people! PUH-LEEZE help me to understand why he could not have pushed his cart the extra 35 ft to the next aisle over and put his cart in the Cart Return thingy? Or maybe even go the extra mile and walk 50 ft to the freakin' store and put the cart back for others to use! Were his legs just too fragile to make the distant journey to one or the other? Being that it was pretty windy out too makes for some serious bumper-carts into other folks' vehicles. And those metal contraptions can do some serious paint damge when flying into a car at 5 5to 15 mph across a parking lot full force with wind power behind it. Do you know what I think? I think he is just plain LAZY. And his 12 year with him is LAZY too. Make the kid take it back... set an EXAMPLE for crying out loud... that is some example your setting as his parent to demonstrate that it is okay to leave the cart in the middle of the parking lot so someone else has to put it up later for you or for someone else to endure the damage of the cart running into their car later. For years, I have watched people doing this in parking lots EVERY where. Of course, it seems to be worse here in the urban part of GA vs. the rural areas where I grew up. Females tend to do it the most in my opinion. Maybe the store should start charging a small fee to use the cart and then you get the fee back when you return it?

Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Help Is On The Way?

So my wonderful hubby bought me one of those REALLY nice fancy-schmancy digital cameras for Christmas... you know the "big" ones that are not "compact". It is a Canon Rebel XTi. It is really cool because I have owned the film version of the Canon Rebel for about 8 years now and I can use all of my old lenses from the film camera on the new digital one! I have been snapping all of these pics of our new property back home and pics of the holiday memories... yadda yadda yadda. And guess what? The JPEG files of these pics are 5 to 7 MB each! I have not been able to find any instruction in the Owners Manual about how to "shrink" the file sizing and was wondering if any of you, my readers, know of any. I am looking for something easy to download and FREE if at all possible.
Any takers?

Monday, January 7, 2008

Trees Be Gone!

Well we made it through the holidays with no major problems. We celebrated Christmas in Pine Mountain (PM) from Sunday the 23rd until late morning on Christmas Day. Then, we drove back to Marietta for Christmas with my in-laws on Christmas night and the following day. All in all, it was a wonderful time with each of our family members. I really enjoy watching them opening their gifts… my Mom was so surprised when she opened her new digital camera. I had saved the money for it because I knew that I wanted to give her that for a while now. Santa brought my nephew, Austin one of those Wii game systems. This is one of those games that you act out the actions when you play tennis or bowling or baseball. You should have seen us doing the actual movements of bowling in the den without an actual bowling ball in our hand. I thought I was going to throw my shoulder out of socket! Amazingly enough, I am MUCH better at bowling on the Wii than at the lanes… hmmm…. Makes me wonder why… We drove back down to PM to work on the property. We hired a guy to come do some brush and tree clearing for us. We learned that the people who farmed this land back years ago must have raised hogs. How do we know that? Because we spent 2 and ½ days cutting the hog fencing and barbed wire! We also dismantled an entire chicken coop that we found along the way. Even though it was cold outside, we were drenched with sweat trying to work ahead of the machine. Oh, I forgot about the machine- this thing is like a Bobcat with a huge grinder-thingy on the front. This thing can lift the front grinder up to a tree and just break it and then chew it up all the way to the ground…
We watched in awe for three days as this monster just ate through trees and brush. We went back down there again this past Saturday and worked from 7am to 6pm… We just kept finding more and more fencing in the brush that we did not know was there before. I completely wore out my leather work gloves by mid-day Saturday. My fingers are still so sore from gripping the wire cutters and my fingertips are raw from dragging old metal parts and rubbish, fencing, barbed wire, cedar posts, tree limbs, etc. Oh, did I mention that a large part of the hog fencing also had wood pallets entwined in the fencing wire? Not fun to dismantle!
HOG FENCING

We went back Sunday just to walk the areas where the trees and brush are no more. We took lots of photos and came home. And I am still beat even today…

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AFTER

Thursday, January 3, 2008

The Wooden Bowl

My Mother must be on a role this week... she sent me another great email today that just really tugs at the heart strings. I am seriously sitting at my desk with tears in my eyes over this one! Considering everything that has happened in the last few weeks, I am still pretty sad these days... so I thought I would share my sadness...
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The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.
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A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson.
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The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
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The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.
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When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
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The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
"We must do something about father," said the son.
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"I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor."
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So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.
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There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.
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Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
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When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.
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Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
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The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
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One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.
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He asked the child sweetly, "What are you making?" Just as sweetly, the boy responded,
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"Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up." The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
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The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.
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Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.
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Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
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That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table.
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For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
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On a positive note, I've learned that, no matter what happens, how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.
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I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things: a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.
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I've learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.
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I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life.."
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I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.
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I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands.
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You need to be able to throw something back.
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I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you

But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.
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I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.
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I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.
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I've learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.
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People love that human touch -- holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.
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I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.