Sunday, February 24, 2008
Margie Unplugged; "Here's the Deal"
As y'all already know, I don't hide the fact that this blog exists from my friends, family or associates. Even if I did, there is no way of preventing anyone I didn't want to read my blog from doing just that.

Sure, I could easily snag an annoying account elsewhere that demands that readers are invited or registered to protect myself, well... from myself. From my words, thoughts and actions that could very easily land me in a stink or two. ...

... but that ain't me or what I'm all about.

Truth is, I have A LOT to say. Enough to fill this blog with interesting, amusing and great post writing two or three times a day. The problem is that much of my subject matter would not be about me. The subjects would be the many persons I'm dealing with day to day.

Persons that I deal with on an intimate level where privacy and trust is of the utmost importance.

I have adult diaper tales that would leave my readers sides hurting for the rest of the day. Also a bunch of shocking depression era dating and romance stories that would shock your socks off.

Yet, I don't feel obliged to share them. I'm limited to fact filled, and informative experiences of generic boring subject matter of geriatric care.

In the past few weeks I've been struggling with scruples on how to achieve a balance of privacy and entertainment in my blog writing. Knowing full well that I have sensitive knowledge that will offend everyone at one point or another.

Also knowing, that there are so many out there in the Blogosphere that are going to have to care for their aging parents in the near future. So I need to share my experiences including the embarrassing moments, the funnies and the "Oh my Good Grief's".

Starting this week I will make an attempt to do just that.

God Help us all.
Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 2:57 PM   6 comments
Monday, February 18, 2008
Double Shot of Meme
Wow, an unexpected rainy Monday morning off. I'm not complaining, I have time to blog.

Today a meme that gives you two for one, stolen from Dr. John's fortress.

Two names you go by:
1 Margie
2. Momma

Two things you are wearing right now:
1. Khaki Capri's
2. Light Blue T-shirt

Two of your favorite things to do:
1. Reading
2. Writing

Two things you want very badly at the moment:
1. Two full weeks off from work so I can work in my house/yard.
2. An Egg McMuffin and 2 Hashbrowns to go with this wonderful coffee. (An Almond Roca with Double shot of Espresso that I've become addicted to from the coffee shop next door to Squirt's Pre-K.)

Two favorite pets you have had/have:
1. Miss Baggy Pants my first Basset Hound
2. Sammy, my first very own kitty cat.

Two things you did last night:
1. I had to work until 8:30pm
2. Watched the History Channel.

Two things you ate today:
1. Cup of Tea
2. Cup of Almond Roca with Double shot of Espresso.

Two people you last talked to:
1 Gon
2. Ms. Dana (Katie's school teacher)

Things you're doing tomorrow:
1. Working
2. Watching American Idol

Longest trips taken: in the last five years
1. Savannah, GA to New Hampshire.
2. Savannah, GA to Miami, Florida

Two favorite holidays:
1. Christmas
2. Thanksgiving

Two favorite beverages:
1. Have I mentioned Almond Roca with Double shot of Espresso?
2. Coca Cola Regular. (If on diet, Diet Pepsi)

Two things you will buy this year
1. Our new house.
2. Hospital Scrubs. In fact I'm going online and ordering them right now.


Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 9:45 AM   3 comments
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Bubba Buys A Bra
I ain't much for shopping,
Or for goin' into town
Except at cattle-shipping time,
I ain't too easily found.

But the day came when I had to go -
I left the kids with Ma.
But 'fore I left, she asked me,
"Would you pick me up a bra?"

So without thinkin' I said, "Sure,"
How tough could that job be?
An' I bent down and kissed her
An' said, "I'll be back by three."

Well, I done the things I needed,
But I started to regret
Ever offering to buy that thing -
I worked me up a sweat

I walked into the ladies shop
My hat pulled over my eyes,
I didn't want to take a chance
On bein' recognized.

I walked up to the sales clerk -
I didn't hem or haw -
I told that lady right straight out,
"I'm here to buy a bra."

From behind I heard some snickers,
So I turned around to see
Every woman in that store
Was a'gawkin' right at me!

"What kind would you be looking for?"
Well, I just scratched my head.
I'd only seen one kind before,
"Thought bras was bras," I said.

She gave me a disgusted look,
"Well sir, that's where you're wrong.
Follow me," I heard her say,
Like a dog, I tagged along.

She took me down this alley
Where bras was on display.
I thought my jaw would hit the floor
When I saw that lingerie.

They had all these different styles
That I'd never seen before
I thought I'd go plumb crazy
'fore I left that women's store.

They had bras you wear for eighteen hours
And bras that cross your heart.
There was bras that lift and separate,
And that was just the start.

They had bras that made you feel
Like you ain't wearing one at all,
And bras that you can train in
When you start off when you're small.

Well, I finally made my mind up -
Picked a black and lacy one -
I told the lady, "Bag it up,"
And figured I was done.

But then she asked me for the size
I didn't hesitate
I knew that measurement by heart,
"A six-and-seven-eighths."

"Six and seven eighths you say?
That really isn't right."
"Oh, yes ma'am! I'm real positive -
I measured them last night!"

I thought that she'd go into shock,
Musta took her by surprise
When I told her that my wife's bust
Was the same as my hat size.

"That's what I used to measure with,
I figured it was fair,
But if I'm wrong, I'm sorry ma'am."
This drew another stare.

By now a crowd had gathered
And they all was crackin' up
When the lady asked to see my hat,
To measure for the cup.

When she finally had it figured,
I gave the gal her pay.
Then I turned to leave the store,
Tipped my hat and said, "Good day."

My wife had heard the story
'fore I ever made it home.
She'd talked to fifteen women
Who called her on the phone.

She was still a-laughin'
But by then I didn't care.
Now she don't ask and I don't shop
For women's underwear.
Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 10:49 PM   2 comments
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Sin-a-mon Bun!!!
I discovered Cinnabon well over ten years ago in much of the same way many have. Walking through the mall and getting whipper snapped with an incredible aroma that hypnotized me to the Cinnabon counter.

Sinced becoming a Mom - I'm spending more time shopping in Walmart than at the Mall. We had to go to the mall just the other night to buy Dad a pair of "decent" dress shoes and lo and behold - the aroma snagged me by the shirt collar and drug me over to the Cinnabon counter yet again.

It's been so long that I noticed a new variety torturing me. The Caramel Pecanbon made with many of the same quality ingredients as the original but with added umph. Or rather make that added fat, carbs and calories. 1100 per serving to say the least.

Yes, my past six weeks of dieting since the onset of the New Year has been all for naught. Ruined by a six pack of these decadent buns from hell that encourage the seven deadly sins of nature.

Lusting after them while walking outside of Sears Department Store. Gluttony as buying only one bun would simply not do, so a six-pack it was. Greed for I was willing to share two with the hubby but the other four were marked as mine. Sloth and idleness for the sugar content of each was enough to send me into a diabetic coma.

I'm home sick today and what did I just do? Finish off the last one in the box!!

Lucky for me I hate going to the Mall sooooo much that more than likely I won't have another Cinnabon attack for at least another year. But... but... what do peeps do who work near such a place every day?

(Pardon me while I enter into Cinnabon withdrawal for the next week or two and excuse any future crazy blog posts during this time.)
Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 2:07 PM   3 comments
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Margie Unplugged; "Juggling Plates"
Here it is February 10th and our Christmas tree is still up and twinkling!!

Yes folks, I have been so busy lately not only my blog is lacking but so are so many other matters. Working 60 hours a week leaves me exhausted mentally as well as physically. Hope is not lost however, as I have managed to at least take down our outdoor Christmas Decor.

Okay, okay - I forgot all about the wreath hanging on the front door - but I'll get to it.

Thus the need for this post entitled; Juggling Plates. (In no particular order.)

Plate #1: Blogging. I'm sorry but with the exception of a spark of thought during mid week, I am going to have to cut down. I can promise one post a week over the weekends. Maybe more but surely not less.

Plate #2: The Job. The job that leaves me completely drained. I can't remember the last time that my brain was so empty. Never, could I just sit awake without thinking or having a thought going on between my two ears. Until I started caring for two elderly persons with Alzheimer's.

My think tank has sunk. I can't even blog about what fills my mind 60 hours a week. Not yet anyway, but I sure wish that I could.

I can say that these two elderly people are dear friends of ours. I love them and they me. I'm not a nurse nor a certified home health caretaker. I don't know what I'm doing. What I'm doing is merely loving and caring for them both. That I can do well and with much patience.

Plate #3: Mom. The prettiest plate of all and with many awards. Taking Squirt to Pre-K, scheduling time with her, upcoming T-ball league, baths and fixing the forest of thick blond curls that fall down from her head. Then of course are the givens such as meals, getting dressed and a few moments of quiet cuddle times.

Plate #4: Wife. Supporting my husband who will graduate in just a few short months. Cheering him on for interviews for potential upcoming positions. Trying to line up a Graduation Party, Hotel rooms and golden tickets to all the friends and family who will be coming down for Graduation night.

Plate #5: Domestic Engineer. Sorry, I'm not a housewife but I do need to engineer home tasks and need a little help in delegating them. Taking down Christmas decorations is a starter. The normal things, laundry, beds, bathrooms, dishes, grocery shopping, paying bills, mowing lawns and feeding/caring/bathing pets. It's a never ending list and yes, it's true... nothing ever gets done all by itself. Nothing.

Plate #6: Housecleaning. Yes, I still clean two other homes during the week. They are the remnants of my old cleaning company and they are also friends. However, somethings have to go and I do have a girl to train this week and if all goes well - she can take over these positions. That will give me a few hours extra of home time.

Plate #7: Friend. I so need to get out with friends, I miss them. Luckily Tina is watching Katie on Tuesdays after school and I get to spend a little time with her on Tuesday evenings. We are all going to a wedding next weekend of two friends. Visiting Bloggy Buddies is also another thing missed and needing done.

Overall there are a few more minor plates to juggle around, but it's been really tricky lately and I've dropped a few. Blogging was one of them. However, this won't go on forever. Many things are changing on the horizon and I can see the sun sneaking up to a new kind of day.

Squirt will be in Kindergarten, Gon will be working at a fabulous job and I may return to teaching. We have three new prospective homes that we are considering moving into in the next few months. We want another baby this year if possible. Lots of good things.

The last five years of hard work, determination and steadfastness is finally coming to an end. It was well worth it!!

Until next time. -Margie


Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 3:21 PM   12 comments
Monday, February 04, 2008
My Favorite 2008 Super Bowl Commercials

Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 8:56 PM   7 comments

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