tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47109386872864001972024-02-20T17:06:31.524-08:00Way out in the Middle of Nowherethere lives a woman with knitting needles of fire.Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.comBlogger387125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-54622262617266645942019-02-06T09:40:00.001-08:002019-02-06T09:40:30.949-08:00How To: DIY Envelopes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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This box template, as I look at it will have a sort of triangular shape. It will be long and have a very narrow bottom. <br /><br />So I traced around the whole thing, leaving out the parts in the middle. We will get back to those in a minute.<br />
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I grabbed a pair of scissors and cut around the basic shape of it to get it off the bigger part of the paper. Then carefully, I cut the smaller shapes around the tabs and at the bottom and stuff. <br /><br />I'm sure there are some scrapbooking tool that would make this easier, but what I have is a pair of scissors, so I'm going to go with that.<br />
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So now you have an outline of the whole thing. <br />
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Take that, AND the template, and flip them both to the underside.<br /><br />Now is the time to find a scoring tool. I know they make them and that they are cool for scrapbookers, but remember, I'm a knitter. So what I'm using is a size 1 knitting needle.<br />
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Taking that, I used it to score all those interior lines in the template. <br />
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Now that all those lines are scored, it will be easier to fold them all. Fold at all the score lines to the inside of the box.<br />
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Now you'll see I made a slit on one part of the upper box. On the template, above the area with the tape where it said 'Box' you'll see a line. <br />
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This line will need to be cut all the way through as the tab from the other side goes into it and closes the box.<br /><br />Now is the time, if you have some sort of adhesive to grab it: Double sided tape, glue, whatever. I don't have that kind of stuff at hand, so I'm going to fake it.<br /><br />Now add the adhesive to the tabs. I've written on all the tabs to show you where.<br />
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Now assembling these boxes goes pretty quickly, I'd start out with that bottom tab first, then the long one at the left, then the two on top. When assembled, it looks like this<br />
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Box templates usually are created the same way: an outside that can be traced and cut, then some slits that are meant for you to use a scorer to make dents in the paper to make folding easier. Usually when you see small tabs like the ones that say 'put adhesive here' it's for putting adhesive there.<br /><br />Once you can puzzle that out, then there is only the top of the box to think about. More often than not, there will be some way to close it. In the case of this one, it was a slit that was cut through one tab of the top so that the other tab could slide in. </div>
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-51321770682836991902019-01-22T09:10:00.000-08:002019-01-22T09:21:02.123-08:00Antibiotic Resistance in 10 years <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What you see are plates that have bacteria growing on them- that's the white, cloudy stuff all over the plate. You put one colony on the plate that has a media on it that allows it to grow. You wait a day, then put the dots on.</div>
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Those two white dots with writing on them are antibiotic discs. I can't read the writing on it, but they are probably two of your more common antibiotics like cephalexen and ampicillin.</div>
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See the clear halo around<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; font-family: inherit;"> the two on the left from 2009? That means that the antibiotics in the disc have killed all the bacteria around the disc. The bigger the halo, the more effective that antibiotic is to the bacteria.</span></div>
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Now look at the one on the right dated 2019. Same bacteria. Same antibiotics at the same dosage. There is no halo around the left and on the right one, barely a halo. That's called,"Antibiotic Resistance" a once-potent antibiotic is now freaking useless to that bacteria.</div>
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How does that happen: Overusage of antibiotics. Are you one who expects an antibiotic every time you get a cold? Yeah, you're contributing to this. Cold/Flu are VIRUSES and antibiotics are useless against them. Won't touch them; can't even try. But you demand the doctor give you something, right? And think that just because you 'feel' better a few days later that it's the antibiotics.</div>
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Usually, a virus has about a 7-10 day period of symptoms, then your own body recognizes it as a bad guy and starts to produced more and more defenses against them. Antibiotics have NEVER worked against viruses.<br /><br />There is also some scientific reports that trying to clean your house to a level of sterility is causing what they call 'superbugs' which is also what happens when you take your prescribed antibiotics for only 2 days instead of the full course. What happens is that the weaker bacteria die, but those with the stronger flagella, the stronger cell wall, the stronger proteins survive. - Survival of the fittest works well with bacteria too.<br /><br />And I'm not even going to start on plasmids. You all want to be able to sleep at night, right? The less you know about plasmids the better. <br /><br />So to keep the antibiotics working, I recommend a few things:<br />
1. Got a cold/flu? Wait a week before demanding an antibiotic UNLESS your symptoms take a huge turn for the worse. The H1N1 flu killed so many because young people's immune system went into overdrive and they died because their lungs filled with fluid. But if you've got a crappy cold or flu, stay home, rest and drink fluids. Odds are, you are healthy enough to get through it.<br />
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2. TAKE YOUR WHOLE PRESCRIPTION OF ANTIBIOTICS!! don't stop after 3 days because you feel better. Take the entire set.<br />
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3. Cleaning: If you or your kids are not eating stuff off the floor, it doesn't need to be sterile. If you aren't licking out of the toilet bowl, that doesn't need to be sterile. Clean the door handles, the keyboards, your cutting boards but dang..........not everything needs to be sterile! Even in surgical rooms, not everything is sterile.<br /><br />4. WASH YOUR HANDS! after you head to the bathroom, and a few more times a day as well. In my job, I wash my hands at least a dozen times a day because it is required before entering the production floor and before doing certain lab tasks. Also, cover your danged mouth/nose when you sneeze or hork up a lung. </div>
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-47756306471220401782019-01-07T06:58:00.001-08:002019-01-07T07:05:12.802-08:00Amazon Giveaways<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
-- BTW: Dave decided we needed to watch Bird Box. I thought it was stupid and FULL of plot holes. But on to something more fun:<br />
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I bet you didn't know they even HAD them, right???<br />
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Amazon has giveaways. Sellers on Amazon voluntarily put up a number of their product, select the method of choosing the winner and voila! you can win stuff.<br />
Here's how:<br />
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Go to Amazon.com and in the top field, type in Giveaways like so:<br />
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Then hit enter. You must first be signed in to Amazon for this to work the best. I have Amazon Prime and it's always on because we stream stuff from the Prime video.<br />
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When you hit enter, you will be sent to the first of what usually is 100 pages + of giveaways. It looks like this:<br />
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So you see the first 4 offers right here: An eye massager, a hand massager, orthotic soles for your shoes and a knife set. If you could scroll down on that screen, you'd see there is 20 offers per page.<br />
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Now what I do, is select the offer I want to enter the 'raffle' for <right click=""> to bring up the popup that allows me to open that offer into a new tab. Here you'll see it being done on a makeup bag: </right><br />
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That offer comes up in a new tab, and I go on selecting others, right-clicking them onto a new tab until I have a few up there. Then I click on the new tab to start the raffle:<br />
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in your page, whatever you select..........that box will be bouncing annoyingly. But click on the area of the box to see if you win it.<br />
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And there it is, I'm not a winner. For the majority of the offers, you will NOT win. Get over it. I've been playing these giveaways for over a year now, and I win about once a month and that's GOOD. Hubby has not won in about 6 months. So if there's 2,500 offers and you won't win one of them a day, that's a lot of losing.<br />
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If you're in it to win, you'll be mad within a week. But as you see on that last no-win page, you can get some awesome discounts on stuff that is worth it. Also, you'll see some things on the giveaways that you've never seen before. It's cool and I think it's a better time-waster than playing Candy Crush.<br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-60671000914960384582019-01-01T06:01:00.001-08:002019-01-01T06:01:37.500-08:00How Did Netflix get 45 million viewers on Birdbox? I'll tell you how.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So this is not the first time that Netflix has claimed to have zillions of viewers on some movie or television show that they have produced. It's not surprising but I'll tell you their secret: It's the placement of their movie online that do it.<br />
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<br />Right there is a screenshot of what comes up when I open Netflix with my computer. The same comes up when I open the Netflix app on my TV. We have what is called a TV box, which is a small computer that works like a cell phone; you add apps and open the apps to watch Netflix, Sling, Hulu, Amazon Prime, YouTube, etc. So there it is, a HUGE ad for the next Taylor Swift thing. So I'm not into Taylor Swift, and I try to scroll down to see what is available that I DO like. But with just a TV remote, it's not that easy.<br />
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You hit the arrow down on the remote and it will skip from the top of the screen to the 'Play" part. Hit arrow down again, you'll highlight the "My List" and down and down it goes and does not really help at all. But say you're just not paying attention and hit the middle button instead of the arrow down button. <br /><br />Now you're going to get Taylor Swift to start playing, but you didn't want it. So you stop it after it loads, because you cannot stop it until it loads. Well, Netflix counts that as a person watching that show. Mark my words. The next "ZOMG Taylor Swift had 3000000000 zillion viewers" will be the next one. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-6185136473942302832018-12-24T05:40:00.002-08:002018-12-24T05:40:32.965-08:00Forgiveness and why a lot of people get it wrong <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<o:p> </o:p>I was at a party earlier this week having a discussion with
a friend when his spouse spoke up. She
feels that I should let go of the regret and pain caused by a family member and
‘forgive’ him. I’m sure she meant well,
but whether or not I’ve forgiven that man for the pain he’s caused me and my
immediate family is none of her business, nor is it any of HIS business as
well. My forgiveness, or lack thereof,
is only between God and I.</div>
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And I think this is where most people – even Christians- get
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They believe that #1: you should personally tell that person
that you forgive them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No, you don’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Forgiveness is between you and God.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And whether or not you forgive someone should
not be made public.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Imagine if you did
bad all your life but others would constantly say, “I forgive you”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The majority of people would just go on doing
the damage they’ve been doing all along.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Only a fraction of people can grasp how their actions or words have hurt
someone and truly change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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So if you go around doing bad things but never getting forgiven for them, or
never even knowing if you’ve been forgiven for them, perhaps that is a reason
to change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When you see friend after
friend alienating them from your life; when you see friends and family try to
tell you things you refuse to hear, and you see your life being just painful….it’s
a time to change. </div>
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<br />Forgiveness is a hard thing to define, but the best way I define it is to
accept that the person has done wrong based on what THEY believe is right action.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In this case, the family member believes that
his opinions, actions and beliefs are SO much better than the rest of us, that
he can forgo the rules of polite society and do whatever he wants. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My forgiveness of him, means that I understand
he did it out of an intention that was good in his opinion, but wasn’t.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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But forgiveness does not mean I allow that man back into my home, into my
family or into my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s done a huge
amount of damage and I don’t want him around me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This is not a regret, not holding a grudge,
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The 2<sup>nd</sup> misbelief is that if you ‘forgive’ a person, you allow them
back into your life with no expectation that they will change.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You must allow them to continue hurting you based
on their skewed beliefs that they are doing good.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>No. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Forgiving a person for their hurt against you
doesn’t mean that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes, it means
that you distance yourself away from that person for your own well-being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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After many years of being a single Mom, and sitting at the sink washing dishes,
I had decided to forgive my Son’s father for what he put me through.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He was at a stage in his life where his
buddies had convinced him that I was wrong for him, and that kids were
bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So he abandoned us to that party
life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I forgave him for that, but never
told him.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why? Because it wasn’t about
him, really. It was about me letting go of the pain and hurt from his actions.
It was about me moving on in my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
spent those years assessing what I wanted and didn’t want in a relationship,
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-69928893308294238632018-12-15T16:36:00.002-08:002018-12-15T16:40:24.930-08:00Using Memes to Lighten my mood <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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There are days when life is just annoying. When all you want to do is sit in your favorite chair, or snuggle into bed and just chill. Or when you are putting up with other people's crap too much. There is a need to get away from the seriousness, or just get away from the reality of lives.<br />
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I've been stashing memes for a few years now. And I remember one unfortunate time when I was awaiting my Graduation ceremony from Tech School, staring at a friend request on Facebook from a Professor that I really didn't want. Who wants to be friends with the person that ruined what was supposed to be the best part of your experience in your program?<br />
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Yeah, I'd rather just drill holes in my forehead. I sat at the nearest restaurant - Culvers, by the way, a local treasure here in Wisconsin -grabbing a quick bite before graduation, staring at that stupid friend request. At that moment, it was too much stress for me to deal with. So I flipped to a Facebook group on my phone known for it's inappropriate memes and started flipping through them.<br />
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Instantly, giggles came to my mouth, and my mood lightened. One meme in particular started me laughing in the midst of chewing a mouthful of fries. Bits of fries landed all over the table. As I cleaned up my mess, I realized that the memes had changed my mood.<br />
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about an unwelcome friend request became clear. I deleted it.<br />
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Because my Facebook is MINE and I control who gets to be in my friends' list. I know that certain people on Facebook regard themselves based on the number of friends they've gathered. That's not me. I want people on my friends' list who can inform me, can make me smile, or are family.<br />
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Others can just go on with their lives without me.<br />
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<span data-offset-key="c89v8-0-0" style="color: #1d2129; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; white-space: pre-wrap;">When I started thinking that I wanted to become a top reviewer on Amazon, my ranking was like #95,460 and my goal was to be below 90,000 by the end of the year. That's because I did not know how long it would take, nor what kind of competition there is for such a thing. </span><br />
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I write honest reviews, try to give the good, the bad and the ugly aspects of all items, whether they are a cool pair of ear buds or a mundane item like a loofah scrubber. Reviews, and GOOD reviews are helpful to other customers.
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<span data-offset-key="c89v8-0-0" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To write a good review, you have to set aside your personal bias for or against an item. That comes easier with the items I've won, mostly because they are so random. I take a look at the item, at it's advertisement first. Then I look the item over and see if those aspects DO sell the item. If they don't, that is written in the review. If they do, I say how much that aspect helps me in my life. </span></div>
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For instance: A long loofah bath scrubber is cool, scrubs my back and has enough scrubbing power to get off dead skin, BUT.........you can also use it to scrub your feet if you are one of those people are lack the kind of flexibility to get down there and scrub the feet. </span></div>
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That's a bonus that I'm guessing a younger marketing employee may not be aware of. In relating the product to an aspect in your life, and being able to truly think 'out of the box' regularly, I can see aspects of a product that may not be so obvious to others. And that's the specialty that I bring to my reviews. </span></div>
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Now, my ranking is #56</span><span data-offset-key="c89v8-0-0">,130, Which means I have 56,130 people to beat. I can do that. </span>.</span></div>
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-38081596507838141202018-11-26T18:07:00.000-08:002018-11-26T18:07:08.775-08:00"Aliens are Wankers"<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The other night, I was working on some dinner plans with our son Byron and somehow the conversation drifted our headboard. The headboard itself was made by my Father-In-Law a few years ago as a Christmas gift. Dad had asked what I wanted that summer and I had said that we needed a headboard and I would be proud to have one made by my Father.<br />
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The wood was harvested from their farm and sawed, turned sanded and varnished all by my Father-In-Law. It's a wonderful, cherished gift. A few years ago, I noticed the 'eyes' that stare at me on my side of the bed. Divine intervention? Some judgement on the marriage? Or just the fact that the pine had two branches that came out at that area of wood?<br />
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Well, either way, it's always been a fun thing to point out. And as I discussed the eyes with Byron, I decided to add that Aliens were wankers. Wankers because they never stop for a good photo op, always probing humans without consent, never even give a good drink or dinner before the probing.<br />
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I had to take the picture and as Byron says, it seems as though Zeus is saying the same thing: Aliens are Wankers. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-20476509054600768092018-11-25T15:01:00.001-08:002018-11-25T15:01:45.683-08:00Duck Egg Noodles - The Ulitmate in Pasta <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We’ve got ducks here on the farm. The number has been set at a maximum of 7 now
for a few years. They’re all Pekin
ducks; the ones that you can refer to as “Aflac Ducks.” White with yellow beaks, they are great scavengers
on the farm. They stay with the chickens
in the chicken coop during the night. It’s
a comfy rental agreement. The chickens
prefer to roost at night and the ducks are quite happy to stay on the
floor. <br />
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and Winkie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The three males are
Duck-Duck, Malcom and Vito.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Vito is our
oldest duck in the flock. In fact, he’s the oldest bird we have in this whole
farm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s about 7 years old and will
probably only live another few years.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He’s
been a good drake (male ducks are called drakes) and has been protecting his
girls well. <br />
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The initial hope was that we would be able to sell the duck eggs to people
around the area and perhaps at the local Co-Op.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I contacted them, and discussed the availability of the eggs, but they
said no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Their contention was that
because we did not feed our ducks organic feed, the eggs were useless.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Organic feed is about 4 times the price of
the feed we have now and it is fine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m
pretty sure that the bugs that the ducks glean off our land aren’t certified as
organic as well. <br />
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Ah well.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We enjoy the eggs. They are
about 1 ½ times the size of a large chicken egg contain more protein, fat, cholesterol
and vitamins than a chicken egg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>However, the fat and cholesterol are the ‘good’ types and help make your
died more well-rounded. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When I started
eating them, it took a while to get used to them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They taste richer than a chicken egg.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Once we crack that egg, the shells get tossed
into a bucket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We put them into the oven
for a bit of drying, run them through the blender and sprinkle them on the
ground so that the girls can supplement their calcium. <br />
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My duck egg recipe is simple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Take 3
duck eggs, 2 cups of flour and a ½ teaspoon of salt. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What makes it a lot easier to make is a pasta
machine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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The machine has rollers that
make the dough thinner and thinner. There is also an attachment available to
the machine that will make linguine and spaghetti. <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" />
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3 Duck Eggs – Chicken Eggs will suffice if duck eggs are not
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2 Cups Unbleached Flour<o:p></o:p></div>
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for the duck egg pasta, the process is what makes the noodles the best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And we’ll discuss this with pictures: <o:p></o:p></div>
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hands. You are going to be kneading the dough with your bare hands, so you will
need them clean.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are concerned
about getting dough in your rings, take them off as well. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Put the 2 cups of flour and ½ teaspoon of salt
into a bowl.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stir to blend with a fork,
and then make a well in the middle of the bowl for the eggs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Take 3 fresh duck eggs and crack them into
the well in the bowl. Keep the flour out, you are going to need it!<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Take a whisk or a fork and beat the eggs well,
trying not to get too much flour mixed in with the eggs just yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Blend the eggs so that the yolks are broken
and blended with the whites. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Start blending the flour into the egg
mixture.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Gradually add more and more
until it’s well blended and hard to stir.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->This is when you are going to need to start
kneading the dough.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Using your hands,
push down on the dough rolling forward with your hand, then fold it adding some
more of the flour to the ball, then push down and roll it around in the bowl.<o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Continue kneading the dough ball until you’ve
got all the flour blended in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
dough should feel pretty solid and not be sticky. If it is, sprinkle some more
flour and knead it until it’s not sticky. <o:p></o:p></div>
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at least 10 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I usually wait
about a ½ an hour. In the meantime, set up the pasta machine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Attach the pasta machine to the surface, make
sure the dial is set to ‘1’ and sprinkle a bit of flour on the rollers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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dough, cut it into 2 or 3 parts. It makes it easier to put through the machine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Flatten one of the parts so that it’s about ½ an
inch thick.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Slowly feed it through the
pasta machine while cranking the handle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It will be difficult for the first few passes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Fold the dough, turn it 90 degrees clockwise and
feed it through the machine again on the ‘1’ dial setting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This helps square out the dough and make it
easier to feed it through the other settings. <o:p></o:p></div>
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</span></span></span><!--[endif]-->Turn the knob to ‘2’ and feed the pasta through
it. The pasta may start feeling sticky. Sprinkle a bit more flour on it before
sending it through the machine again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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machine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When that happens, I fold the
dough back and forth on a pile so that I can set it on top of the machine and
it will feed through just fine.<o:p></o:p></div>
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then stored in a bag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Be aware, however,
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-48581562470583875522018-11-23T07:45:00.000-08:002018-11-23T08:00:17.272-08:00The rare day off<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But here at the house, the things are pretty quiet. That's actually GOOD. The geese are doing well, even Sweet Pea, who lost an eye to some sort of mishap two weeks ago. If you look in the photo, he is the one goose whose eye does not reflect the flash of the camera.<br />
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Which is why I took the photos in the first place. We were pretty sure that the eye was damaged beyond healing and we've been putting Triple Antibiotic Ointment in the eye to make sure that the eyeball heals over and will be sealed away from bacteria. As a goose, he'll not want to fly anymore, but as a domestic goose, he'll be fine. We've had a goose before that was born with one eye that did just fine.<br />
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Knitting-wise, I've been slowing down a lot since getting the 1st shift job. Mainly because I've got to be up so early in the morning that I go to bed about 8 pm at night. Not much knitting going on. However, I did finish this long wispy stole I've been working on for a while.<br />
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I wanted to use 2 skeins of the <a href="http://www.cascadeyarns.com/cascade-ElCielo.htm" target="_blank">Cascade El Cielo</a> on it. This yarn has all the beauty of the wispy Kid Seta with the softness of Alpaca. It's just so soft and surprisingly warm for what it is! After work, I sit down and try to rest my feet but I find that once I do that, I become chilled. So I wrap this around me while I sit with my feet up.<br />
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I have a few gifts to knit up. One is to an ex-coworker and another to my Sister. She's allergic to wool, so again..........alpaca! I've met a great family who raises Alpaca nearby and I'm working with them to gain more exposure to both their farm and store.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lakekoshfarm.com/our-blog/" target="_blank">Lake Koshkonong Fiber and Livestock</a> has the most adorable flock of goats, sheep and alpaca I've ever met! There's this bond they have, the owners and their flock, that is one built of trust and love. Good stewardship of livestock is something that is underrated in a lot of ways. When the animals are well cared for, they will appreciate their caregiver and run to greet them. It's this way with the Thomas Family.<br />
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I'm getting paid in Alpaca fiber...........who could disagree with that????<br />
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It has been my experience that everyone *should* spend at
least a summer doing a stint in a factory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Doesn't matter which one, but the time spent as a factory worker would
make you a lot more aware of the world around you.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why? Because I honestly don't think those
people who work in the front office (lovingly termed the 'suits') know what is
going on behind those production doors.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now in the last 40 years of my working life, I've spent
about 18 or so of them in a factory setting of some sort.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From making food, to metal parts, to plastic
trays, it's been made on a machine and my job has been to take what has been
produced from that machine, put it in a box or a cart and move it away. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My first job after high school of any note was at a factory
that made plastic trays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>What was great
about it was that the shifts were 4 hours long, and you got a break of 15
minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Little did I know at the time,
but that was not par for the course in a factory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The work was not taxing, although a
little<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hot in the summer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To supplement that paycheck, I took a job in
another factory that offered mini-shifts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>The work was also not taxing and it supplemented life as a young adult
well. You never had to worry about OT -- it was voluntary and the hours were
set.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Fast forward 20 years or more and I decided enough was
enough. I had been dealt a bad hand in the Micro Lab as one food factory and
NEEDED income. Let me tell you a bad, sad little secret:<o:p></o:p></div>
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Age discrimination is alive and thriving in America.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The HR people will bring you in for an interview and you can
tell the exact moment when you are deemed too old for their position.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The look on their face is both sad and
priceless. And then there's the lame reasons why you didn't get the job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was once told that I did not show enough
respect for the interviewers because they took me into the facility where the
instruments were that I was expected to run.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Because I went over to that instrument and took a look at it, it was
considered a disrespect of the interviewer, who TOLD me it was OK to do it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My response to the recruiter when told of this was,
"OK, so you have them put me in the room with the pretty lights and then I
can't get the job because I looked at the pretty lights? That's so lame."<o:p></o:p></div>
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But back to factory work. Some of the biggest issues I have
with it from going back to this kind of work is telling of a new mentality of
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1. There was a comment made at a benefits meeting about how
work was your 'Second Family' Yeah, no.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>I've got one family, and my job is my JOB. Not family.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I treat my family better than that.
Perspective needs to be changed back to 'It's your job. Do it well and you can
go back to your family<o:p></o:p></div>
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2. Breaks: 2 - 10 minute breaks and one 15 minute break for
lunch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Except here's the deal: Break
starts once you step away from your machine. So if it takes you 5 minutes to
walk to the breakroom, and 5 minutes to walk back...........you've just taken
your 10 minute 'walking break'<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and 15
minutes for lunch? Really? again...........you start it when you walk away from
your job, but this time you get a whole FIVE MINUTES to eat food, pee and get
back to it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Honestly, 25
years ago, we got 15 minutes for a break and it started when we got to the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>breakroom. And just because you cannot
think that hiring a person who's job it would be is to relieve people on their
machines so they can take a proper break, isn't a reason to make them work 8
hours with a 5 minute lunch.<o:p></o:p></div>
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3. Honesty in
the job description.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was interviewing
for this job and the interviewer asked if I<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>was ok with 'Some Saturdays"
which I thought meant, maybe 2 Saturdays a month.........tops.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>NOPE! It means EVERY SATURDAY
FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Had they
been honest, I would've passed on the job.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>6 days a week, 48 hours and I've got<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>commitments to the farm and to
the work here and that takes more than 4 days a month to take<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>care of.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And with the sunset being so early now, no
work can get done out in the frozen tundra<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>in the dark.</div>
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4. What's
with the wonky shift hours? So the
interviewer "First shift starts at 6:30. Can you deal with that?" Yeah, except it
really starts at 6 :15. You need to be
standing in front of a board - clocked in, wearing the steel toed boots (purchased by you
before you even earn a paycheck) Safety glasses and Earplugs - by 6:20 or you're fired. So ...................First Shift starts at 6:15...........be truthful about
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And
getting up at 4:30 am to be to work by 6 so I can be ready by 6:15 is a
bitch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I'm a night<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>owl and this is really messing me
up physically and mentally. I feel 50 iq points more stupid<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>because I cannot rest properly.
My digestive system isn't working and I feel nauseous all the<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not helping the attitude at all.<o:p></o:p></div>
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5. Making rate
vs, putting the info into the system.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Ok, do you want me to make rate or do you<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>want me dicking around with your
Plex system? Plex is an inventory system that is supposed<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>to
be able to track your parts and your employees with great precision, BUT at the
cost of<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>productivity.
I've seen more time wasted trying to get that stupid inventory system to
work<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>properly so that an employee can
get back to cranking out parts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And labels have bar
codes, which should make it easy to do this, right? no. Not a bar code<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>reader to be seen! ONE TIME
I was able to use a bar code reader to save time for the job, but<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>even then.........the label
printed half-assed so that the bar code reader couldn't read the #.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The manufacturing realm of workers are a great bunch of
people: hard working, honest, smart, and helpful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It's the 'Suits' who bring down a factory
with their attitude.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They think that
every employee that works on the production floor is there to dime the system
somehow.<o:p></o:p></div>
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In the case of this factory, they contend that production is
lacking and that the employees need to work every Saturday because they can't
hire enough people. It's down to the ones working to make up for the lack of
the other workers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Except it isn't.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It's poor planning, plain and simple.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For example, I can 'plan' on having an income
of $200,000.00 next year and then spend the next year complaining to my
employer that I'm not making enough per hour to cover that. I know exactly what
my boss would say: "Your plan is unworkable. Change it."<o:p></o:p></div>
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But these guys have made a plan with X amount of workers and
they're about 20 people short per shift, so its on the ones working to make up
that lack because.............why?<o:p></o:p></div>
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No, it's not. If you cannot get an extra 20 workers, then
reduce the plan. Don't make it the worker's fault that you cannot plan
correctly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You'll lose MORE workers by
over-working them. I'm not into spending more time at a job than I was
promised.<o:p></o:p></div>
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at least a Summer working as a factory worker.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The frustrations of life will get you down, but working through them, I WILL succeed. <br /><br />There's not another option out there, and I WILL Succeed.<br />
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So as I have <i>almost</i> reached that pinnacle of the age of 50, I've also come to a few real hard realities out there. I've spent a total of 2 years getting a degree as a Medical Laboratory Technician - only to have ALL of the local hospitals and clinics turn me down for a job. My qualifications are exemplary. I graduated WITH HONORS 2nd in my class.<br />
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What's the problem? My age. Tomorrow is my 49th birthday and apparently that means I'm too 'old' to work. At least in the minds of a 20 something HR person. So............I took a job with a local factory. This week is my first week. I get up at 4:30 am, grab a hoodie, yoga pants, my steel toed boots and my lunch and off I go.<br />
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So far, ugh. Standing for 8 hours a day is brutal. Listening to kids 1/2 your age complain about how they are 'tired' and 'their feet hurt' just makes you want to throat punch them. But you try to be understanding, but still...........this is the generation of kids who said I was "Too Old' to work in a lab, yet I'm still standing at this machine while they're sitting. Who's old????<br />
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I gotta say, though. My boots are rocking it. Because if you're going to head into a factory that requires steel-toed boots, they might as well be pink:<br />
Click on the words below to take you to the Amazon page for them. I've yet to review them, but they are doing well considering the work I'm in.<br /><a href="https://ir-na.amazon-adsystem.com/e/ir?t=bruddawg-20&language=en_US&l=li2&o=1&a=B004RQ68MM" target="_blank">pink boots </a><br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-21491076644730667702018-10-18T05:11:00.000-07:002018-10-18T05:11:16.724-07:00The Sog that was Summer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But what we did get from the garden is has been canned and put up for the winter: 5 pints of carrots, 10 pints of parsnip, 8 bags of Brussels sprouts, 14 bags of sweet corn, and 2 liters of Kimchi/Sauerkraut.<br />
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On the needles lately is this The Entrelac stole that is made from <a href="https://www.hobbylobby.com/Yarn-Needle-Art/Yarn/Pick-Of-The-Bunch-Yarn-Bee-Chloe-Yarn/p/80891050" target="_blank">Yarn Bee Chloe yarn </a>from Hobby Lobby. They had a 30% off sale and the colorway that I chose was 'pick of the bunch' With that kind of large changes in color, it almost begs to be made into something Entrelac. So I cast on stitches, did 5 blocks of 10 stitches and started knitting. On size 6 needles, the project is going, albeit slowly.<br />
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We are coming up on the anniversary of this little buggers' entrance into the family. Zeus was a rescue from the Humane Society and he's about 10 years old...wait, now 11.<br />
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He and I have our own love/hate relationship that I confess is due to his attitude being much like mine. He's got his ways, and he'll be damned if anyone changes him, even if he's in a new home. His dumpster diving into the trash is the worst, but he's also a talker.<br /><br />Like you've never seen before..........a talker.<br /><br />And he's not afraid to complain... about anything. His habit at night is to sleep with his front paws and head on Daddy's arm that's outstretched onto 'his' pillow which is above my head. <br /><br />One night, he was in his usual spot, stretched out and his back paw hit my hand. Well, apparently he was not into having my hand on his pillow, so he lets out a yowl and pulls his foot back, only to stretch out again a few minutes later, have his back paw hit my hand. He yowled like 3 times doing this, until I lifted my head and hollered back at him, "Well, YOU'RE the one who keeps putting your paw on my hand! SHUT UP about it!"<br />
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Should've gotten the girl cat. But he's family now and we accept family for who they are quirks and all. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-84261173520492110682018-10-12T06:17:00.001-07:002018-10-12T06:17:30.232-07:00A Dream that Explains my Career Path<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Last night I had a dream that I was working at one of those huge resorts, like Disney World or something. HUGE place and my role in it was pretty small. That day, a few guys and I were working on this movable candy making cart. It was the size of a caboose and had a copper pot, steam table and another table. As you make hard candy, you boil the mixture, then put it on the steam table to slowly cool it down while you manipulate it . Its gooey work.<br />So the guys and I are done making the candy and the usual thing to do is to clean out the pot, the table, then disinfect it, food rules and all. NOPE! This supervisor just unplugs the whole thing and rolls it down the corridor, gooey candy is all over the place, and we're screwed.............because the Supervisor didn't follow the rules.<br /><br />So we jump ship, leave the cart and run. We're all wearing aprons and paper hats, so as I run, I tell the guys to get rid of their shit and blend in. I spot an open door, dodge in and find myself in restaurant. I run through and get to the entrance and see an old friend from High School, Tina. She greets me and makes a remark about how I'm never seen in that restaurant. Well, here I am, on the run with people chasing me.........make up something quick. "Oh I decided to try something new. Try the Carbonara" and run out the front door.<br />
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Out the door, I run and they're still chasing me (WHY are they chasing us, I'll never understand)<br /><br />
I run into another door, and it's the medical center. As I run around trying to find a back door, I find this poor lady stuck in this teeny tiny cubicle at a computer. I ask her, where's the back door? She hands me a map and says, 'follow the back wall'<br /><br />Out the door again. This time, it's a maintenance shed, and the guys are remarking that when they asked for help they didn't want a girl with soft hands. Yeah, you and me both, dude. So I'm off again. This time, the path runs to the back, desolate area of the park. As I get out further, it's colder, muddier and just icky. But here comes a bunch of young guys with mining gear in. And as they talk it's all about how the jobs at this park were misrepresented.<br /><br />"Have fun, work with kids, the HR person said. I'm working in a coal mine, never get to see the light of day!" One person says. And I can agree to that. Working anywhere, is like that. Employers always try to sell you the highlights of a job but never tell you about the drudgery. About never seeing the light of day.<br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-61254244843127330652018-04-27T05:54:00.001-07:002018-04-27T05:54:38.838-07:00The focus is on distractions<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Which is kinda an oxymoron if you think about it. You're trying to focus on something but keep getting distracted! Here at the farm, distractions come in all sizes: From the loose dogs that killed my duck (bad) to getting hurt at work and not being able to use my hand for a few weeks (worse) to new babies being hatched out (YAY!)<br />
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Yes, two dogs came into our flock, killed Duck Duck and scattered geese to the wind. I needed Dave's help to get them back to the farm, but when I was able to talk to the County Sheriff, I simply told him that if the owner's dogs got out again, there will be consequences. This ain't no "Old Country Buffet" here.<br />
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My hand..........well! I was working a month ago and a blender accident caused the blades to slice N dice my ring finger on my right hand pretty nicely. I'll spare you the really bad pics, it was gruesome.<br />
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Seven stitches later, they wrapped it thinking it was broke. Two weeks later, another scan showed no breakage. Two weeks of Physical Therapy and I'm almost back to normal except for a nice, nasty scar.<br />
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Babies! Oh I've got two babies in my hoodie now. I had to take them from their Mama because she wasn't taking care of them. She HAD 7 babies 3 days ago. As of yesterday, these two were the only ones alive.<br />
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We've got 2 more in the incubator due to hatch this weekend, plus about 6 more chicks. The remaining 8 or 9 goose eggs are about 3 weeks out at best. I have a friend who is hatching out our ducks this year. He's having issues with them, so we will see.<br />
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Scanning through pics, I never did introduce the new kitty to the world. Last fall, we decided to get another cat to keep Tyler company. We went to the local Humane Society and got Zeus. Initially, I didn't want Zeus because he closely resembles my old kitty Tigger, but his personality got me. So meet, Zeus.<br />
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He's looking all cool right then because he jumps up on this footstool stares at me like that and then runs off until I feed him at night. Does he keep Tyler company? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !! No.<br />
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I should've picked the girl cat.<br />
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But now he's here and he's settled in so he stays. Zeus is a talker, really chatty kitty. And he's got his quirks. At an estimated age of about 8, who wouldn't. <br /><br />He eats potato chips, but you have to hold them for him.<br /><br />He's a dumpster diver, keeps knocking over trash. I've duct taped the kitchen trash to the fridge because of him. <br /><br />He's got a resting bitch face. It looks like he's judging you all the time. I can relate, so I don't really find it an issue. <br /><br />He's our schedule keeper. He wakes us up with a paw to the nose, hollers for food, hollers for bed, gets his knickers in a twist if I don't sit down and let him get up on my lap.<br /><br />So far, he's "Meh" with the chicks. Which is good. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-43061842594046839362017-10-12T18:34:00.001-07:002017-10-12T18:34:56.947-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
SO............<br />
My youngest Son moved out of the house and WAY the heck down to Florida about a month ago. It's been weird. We are officially empty nesters now. No kids around, and we've been just kinda chilling.<br />
There's been some stuff being sent down to near Tampa, but other than that, he's supposedly doing well.<br />
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I've taken a job as a lab tech at a local company that does catalog sales of stuff like sausage and cheese. You probably have heard of them, Swiss Colony. Well, I'm working in the Microbiology department. Our team tests the food to make sure they are safe. There are times when I am elbow deep into samples of cheesecakes and cheese and stuff.<br />
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It's as close to medical lab tech as I'm going to get for now. The pay is less but the schedule is Monday through Friday so that's good. 40 hours a week for now until after the Christmas rush. Then it's layoff time. I'll deal with that when the time comes.<br />
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It's been an adjustment NOT studying. I've gone back to doing some family tree stuff, spinning yarn and knitting. I've mostly been vegging during the nights and playing solitaire. Ambition is just about nil and oddly enough, I'm ok with that. <br />
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I've busted my ass for over 4 years to get a degree and where did it get me? Petit fours. I'm glad for the job and the time to adjust to real life and real people again. But I had one interview for a Medical Lab Tech job where the interviewer asked some question about what would cause issues with a blood sample.<br />
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What she <i>wanted</i> was me to list all the possibilities including an IV. What I told her was that there were many things that would mess up a blood sample and I was not really aware of how much IV's were given to patients in the ER these days, since I haven't been in one in like.......evah.<br />
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Ok, so really.........how in the hell am I supposed to remember shit that has like TOTALLY no bearing on my current work whatsoever? I mean, if she really wanted me to be at my best on the knowledge of Medical Lab Tech, she should've interviewed my ass 4 months ago! Every stinking day they decide I'm not worthy to interview, more knowledge goes to the back of my brain in storage. Sorry, chickiepoo, but knowing the reasons why a hematocrit could be low has absolutely JACK to do with whether or not that sample of sausage could be reading a high pH.<br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-65561356379458597702017-09-11T15:11:00.001-07:002017-09-11T15:11:57.163-07:00Views from my Chair<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So our youngest Son has left and returned from a vacation in Germany with friends. He's now making plans to move to Florida. Yeah, I know...Florida right now is kinda getting it's butt spanked. The plans are being extended a week. But I got his old desk in the front room. It comes with a window that loos out to the south and to the side yard. I like it. It's better than my old spot where I get to see directly into the bathroom...yay.<br />
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So I see the sun, and green grass, and until about 2 weeks ago, peaches on the peach tree. They're now happily in canning jars waiting for a cold winter day when a peach would sound tasty. My new laptop sets well on the desk that has a real drawer and everything!<br />
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But now onto the fun part: last weekend was WI sheep and Wool Festival and I got to go this year! I was worried that work would get in the way, but I finally decided to take the Lab Tech job in Monroe for Swiss Colony. It's lab work, temporary and they claim that after training that it will be part-time which fulfills my need to continue looking for a Med Lab Tech job and still contribute cash to the family coffers while gaining needed Lab experience.<br />
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As usual, two barns are full of lovely things like yarn and fiber and more fiber and more yarn. I maintained a focus of fiber this year, as I'm allowing more time in my schedule TO spin.<br />
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I found a wonderful new spindle that is really well-balanced. <br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-44600897368902164162017-08-23T06:15:00.001-07:002017-08-23T06:15:37.949-07:00Updates galore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So ah yeah. I totally forgot that I have a blog. After graduation, I got a new computer FOR graduation and was busy transferring stuff to the new laptop. I really like it. I has battery power and weighs much less than my old one.<br />
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I've finished a few knitting projects, started more. With some of this free time, I've been cataloging my yarn stash on Ravelry. It's a time-consuming work to do, but it will help me in the future. A friend of mine who lives in Alaska is selling off her spinning equipment and focusing on quilting. I bought her Bosworth spindle off of her for a deal. I really do like to spin on the Bosworths!<br />
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On the farm, we had a rocky spring with no new hatchings. Once I started with the work, we're now getting back on track. Dobby, our duck hatched by a chicken hatched out a goose! We decided to raise that one to be more of a pet than livestock. So that one is Hedwig and she's just a cutie. Hewig is the one on the right front. Her adoptive Mama is Poppy Pomfrey and she just LOVES to take care of Hedwig. Here she is in the back warning another girl away from her baby. <br />
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Carrie took advantage of us not paying attention to her to hatch out 3 new goslings. Her mate is Aberforth, so we can't get 5' near them. Mom and Dad have enlisted the help of Sweet Pea and Elsa to help them with the rearing of the kids.<br />
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Dobby was undeterred by our efforts to get her to stop being broody and hatched out a baby duck about a week ago. She'll have another one in the next few days. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-72755440437826145712017-05-22T08:09:00.004-07:002017-05-22T08:09:58.964-07:00And so, back to the real world!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Graduation was last Saturday. A rainy, dreary day here in Wisconsin, but a good day for a graduation inside. I did not invite the whole family. Hell, Alex had to work. I was there mostly in support of my fellow classmates. This is their first go-round in the realm of post-High School graduation and I could not be more proud to stand up with these ladies and celebrate this achievement.<br />
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Now it's 'find a job' which in reality started about 2 months ago, but has stalled after the first 2 rejections. I was upset that I did not get into my first 2 selections, but not surprised. With all the preparations for graduation, I left the rest of the applications on hold until now. I'm glad I did. I can focus on polishing up that resume so it gleams. I can rehearse my good answers to the interview questions, assess what did not work the first 2 times and just go.<br />
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I've gotten some bad advice lately that has me re-evaluating what it means to be me. But after trying it their way, horribly failing and spinning myself into a corner, I did what I should've done in the beginning: reject the advice and kept on being me. So I'm back to me. The ever inquisitive, blunt but funny me. I'll never be the Belle of the Ball, but I will certainly rock the bar next to the Ball!<br />
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Lot's of UFO's on the needles here to finish off as well. I'll get some photos up too. One is an ode to my Tigger. I do miss my old orange kitty. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-41664558633806606502017-04-26T05:08:00.000-07:002017-04-26T05:10:05.407-07:00They DO worm their way into your heart!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Twenty years ago, Alex and I had a cat nicknamed 'Pimp Daddy.' He was black and white and had a paralyzed tail. Some incident happened while he was out rolling in the city and he got his tail paralyzed. About a year later, he ended up getting Feline Leukemia. I had him put down on a weekend where Alex was out with his cousins so I didn't have him witness the whole thing. About a week later, a neighborhood kid named James came by with a little orange kitten. See, Pimp Daddy rolled with James' cat named Miss Kitty and Miss Kitty had kittens. He though I'd like a new Kitty.<br />
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About a year later, a stray cat from the neighborhood dropped off two kittens on my doorstep. We kept one, gave one away. Vicky was our girl. As you see, Tigger and Vicky were best buds. They'd be together all the time, snuggled up with each other...they were inseparable.<br />
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Two years ago, Vicky was sent to the great beyond when she got oral cancer. She was a good girl and Tigger was kind of bereft of his favorite pal. Sure, there's Tyler, but he ain't Vicky.<br />
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We've moved twice since then, and he's taken to inside living pretty well. Over the last 4 years or so, his wanderings have become more and more limited. He's not gone upstairs in about two years. And over the last few months, he'd not even ventured into the bathroom. His arthritis in his hips and legs had limited him to the living room and the front room. He became incontinent, so we had puppy pads everywhere. Conversations were started about when would be his last day. What was the limit of his infirmities to the point where we put him down?<br />
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Night before last, he came out from his other favorite spot behind my recliner yowling as if he was in pain. He stood before us and just started barfing. From a look of his pet bed, this was not his first round today. We cleaned stuff up and I told Dave that if he did not look better by morning, that I'd make the appointment. Morning came and every time he stood up, he'd yowl. The pain had gotten to the point where he couldn't move. <br />
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So I had him put to sleep. RIP to my little bud, Tigger. He's had a great run. In human lives, he was 92. I carried him outside yesterday morning to sit on the grass and smell the smells one last time. We buried him out on the Berm near the old barn. <br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-81064481248952376582017-02-25T15:06:00.000-08:002017-02-25T15:06:50.545-08:00February<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I don't think I took a photo of it, because I wanted to make sure she got it before the end of semester last year, but I made a baby blanket for one of my classmates. It was made out of Red Heart bulky yarn in the colors of teal and brown. The gender of the baby is still not completely known. 3 Skeins, knitted on size 13 needles made for a huge blankie. The good thing was that it kept me warm while I was knitting it.<br />
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OK, I found a photo of it in progress.<br />
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Lately, I've got some things on the needles, but nothing done. This is my clinicals semester at school. I've got one day of class, and 4 days of clinical studies. That means each of the areas of study for the last 2 years gets an intensive focus in a work environment. For me, it's been at school, but in another 2 weeks, I'll be starting my hematology rotation at a clinic in a nearby town. <br />
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New bosses, new people, learning the hands-on stuff to my book learning. I've heard rumors of it being brutal, another rumors of it being less than brutal and more supportive. I don't know what to expect but I guess I'll find out.<br />
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Phlebotomy is one of my most stressful classes. Taking blood from a patient is and has given me lots of anxiety. I don't want to hurt anyone nor make them have to be re-stuck for the needed blood. <br />
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But right now, I'm in my Microbiology rotation. Samples of blood, urine, sputum, feces...yep, feces..........all get sent to the lab to see if they indicate an infection. It would be my responsibility to run the right tests and identify what is causing the problem.<br />
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I did score an 8 ounce braid of roving from Brown Sheep. <a href="http://www.brownsheep.com/product/aquamarine-superwash/" target="_blank">aquamarine is so pretty!</a><br />
I also am checking out a yarn of the month club from <a href="https://www.darngoodyarn.com/" target="_blank">Darn Good Yarn</a> <br />
With all that I'm doing lately, I've got little time to feed my need to shop for yarn. <br />
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And with my new work, my attire has devolved from 'normal' clothing to scrubs. Scrubs and only scrubs. It took me time to find a brand that was comfortable. I finally settled for Scrub Star from Wal-Mart. Their rayon stretch brand is comfortable and when I bend over, I don't get a wedgie. I'm very thankful for that! </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-87417793210006193772017-01-01T08:29:00.001-08:002017-01-01T08:29:23.477-08:00January 1, 2017<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
New Year, New ME!<br />
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Bwahahahahahahahahaha! Just kidding. Same old me, same old knitting, spinning, poultry-raising me. I don't need to redefine myself every year. It's just not going to happen.<br />
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I have goals for the next year: graduate school, get a job. pay off some bills. But other than that, I'ma let it roll.<br />
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2016 was bi-polar to the extreme:<br />
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Most of the projects knitted for charity were baby blankets this year.....only to find out that the pregnancy resource center is full-up with donations. Which is good for them, not so much for me. Oh well. I'll find homes for them.<br />
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Same with the hats. I finally gave them to a lady who works in a middle school. Kids are always in need of hats. Hell, they'll lose about 1034 of them this week.<br />
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The shawl on the right was given to my new Daughter In Law for the amazing feat of marrying my Stepson. She's got cojones for that effort!<br />
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The Hubs is doing fine. Kid is still here, doing well. Two cats are still here, though Tigger is getting on in years. He's 18 now and probably won't make another full year with us. He's a good boy though. Dave is eyeing up a German Shepherd puppy as a new pet and a replacement companion for me, who will be working full time.<br />
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We lost my brother to Alcoholism this year. A few friends to age. My Dad had an issue with this prostate which landed him in the hospital. A few weeks later, he got into a car wreck. Only by the grace of GOD was he not hurt more than he was. Mom celebrated her 70th birthday with a surprise party by My Sister and I.<br />
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We went to a few more birthday parties. Welcomed some new additions to the family. Hatched a few new geese, saw a few of them die, sadly. We butchered some more. The flock needed to have a few males culled because they were getting too aggro. We mistakenly butchered one that we should've kept, I feel bad about that, but what can you do?<br />
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Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-86861535598443521702016-11-15T06:27:00.000-08:002016-11-15T06:31:10.426-08:00Everyone Just Calm your Roll<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So being who I am, my choice of President was "None of the Above" to which I didn't get my way. I didn't get mad and throw stuff, nor did I devolve into a seething mass of "EFF YOU" to everyone. I'm the kind who remembers the words of the Lord:<br />
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"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres"<br />
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I personally want to thank the asshats at blogger at their efforts to forcefully make me TYPE all that instead of copy/paste because their text editor blows snotbubbles.<br />
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Being of the Christian faith and trying to lead by that faith doesn't make you grumpy, it just makes you less inclined to share it. Right now, my mentality is, 'you made this mess. quit whining about it and for Heaven's sake, quit expecting others to clean it up.'<br />
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Back to my life for me. </div>
Brendahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05634843137545751743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4710938687286400197.post-28066263461577668172016-10-14T03:39:00.002-07:002016-10-14T03:39:40.187-07:00JUNE?!? That's the last time I Posted? WOW<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Yeah, I have no excuse why I didn't post during the summer. Now? I'm working part time, school full time and then there's the farm.<br />
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This is my last semester before I start my clinical rotation. There's a petition process, although I'm still at a loss WHY I need to ask someone to become an unpaid intern in their clinic while paying the school for the 'privilege' of doing so..but what the hell.<br />
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The professors are loading up on the homework. I swear every time I enter a classroom there's a test due. I'd love to practice drawing blood but the other gals in my class are not cooperative. One has anemia, so can't draw hers. One gets woozy, the other has dodgy veins and the last gal is pregnant. Great, wonderful. Um,..yeah.<br />
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I drag my ass out of bed, do chores then head on out to the school for either work or class. Then I drag my butt home, do homework, do chores, do more homework. Any chance I get to rest is obliterated by now. Weekends, rush around doing this or that.<br /><br />I have been meaning to get my sister her birthday card and present now for 2 weeks, but I'm so busy I forget to get it to her.<br />
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I'm sick of never having down time. Fed up with the constant demands of homework....do I really NEED 3 packets to finish before class?> REALLY???<br />
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I tried to get some rest yesterday. Came home tired and drained from a tour of the Red Cross, and it was great, but SO many people, new people, and the effort to keep perky and shit was just......ugh! Introverts get it, Extroverts don't. I wanted time ALONE after I get home. And I was tired. I tried to take a nap in the recliner and the second my eyes closed, NOPE! PET THE CAT!! CAT NEEDS ME!<br /><br />So instead of trying to take a nap in the recliner, which never happens due to a very petulant and needy 18 year old cat. I said screw it and went to bed............before 9. That's why I'm up at 4 this morning. At least I'm being left alone for a bit. </div>
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