On the Blog again...(remember that old song by Willie Nelson?)

Last night I stayed up until...way past my bedtime...reading blogs of my friends. I didn't just read one or two of their posts...I read every post. I had to get caught up! And I have one one more blog-maybe two- to read today.

So, I was inspired by these blogs to blog more...funny huh? So I have so much to say, (since my dearest husband isn't one for long phone conversations) and truly too little time. I was going to take a nap this afternoon, but I have too much to do, so I am going to set my timer and do a few minutes in each room, then get back the computer. I am leaving in ten days to visit family for Christmas/New Years and I have tons to do. Both the boys are asleep, and here I am typing away...

Anyhow, one of the blogs talked about her area, she calls it her scrap room, since she scrapbooks, among many of her other talents-that are fantastic. Now I want to get my room/office/area done so I can be creative in a place other than my coffee table in my living room (which has 2 crafts, half finished on it that I started yesterday.)

So, I will blog ya later. What a beautiful day!

Rejoice in the Lord alway, and again I say rejoice! I love that verse (Phil 4:4)

Some times you feel like a Diploid...some times you don't...

*Don't read if you don't like controversial issues*

Here I go again.

I have some extra time on my hands, and I have been wondering about HDCV. Does anyone care what it is or how it is used? How could I use it now with a clear conscious? Amazingly, most people haven't heard of it, and don't know where to look for it. Most Christians don't know what they are doing with it.

HDCV stands for Human Diploid Cell Vaccine. Many of the shots we are told to give our kids contain human diploid cells. The crazy thing about viruses (what vaccines are supposed to "protect" us from) is that they cannot reproduce without LIVING CELLS. So a human diploid cell is a live human cell that drug manufacturers use to make a vaccine "more effective". And just where did these cells come from...aborted human fetuses from the 60's. Nice huh? Even though it was many decades ago, the cells of these aborted fetuses are living on and made to multiply, for vaccines. And a majority of the population has been unknowingly injecting themselves and their children with them. Now you and I both know. Tell your friends.

I am sad that I allowed my oldest son to be exposed to it, and thankful that my younger son hasn't been. We need to inform people about this. Our old pediatrician never let me read the ingredients list of the shots my child got. I wonder why???

And the whole thimerosal (MERCURY!!! Which is POISONOUS!) The drug companies say that they don't use it in young children's vaccines but they admit they might use it in the beginning stages of making the vaccine, but that it is mostly filtered out, and that if any remains, it is just a trace. If I wiped my dog's butt with a spoon, and there was just a trace of crap on it, would you still want me to stir the brownie mix?

I don't think so.

Anyway. I got that off my chest. I am off to bed.

WHY!?!--Things that bug me...(Part 2)

People who are rude to you, just because you drive an old Plymouth Station Wagon with a fake T-Bird painted on the hood, runs on only a couple cylinders at a time, has hail damage, no front grill and dents all over. IT'S A CLASSIC!

The Doodlebops.

Dishwasher detergent that doesn't work.

When someone gives you their direct extension, and you still have to be on hold for 20 minutes.

Oh, I should write these down more... I know I had more...

Open Mouth, Insert Foot...and Leg...and Knee...

The other night while at work, a couple came in and were purchasing a two boxes of "prophylactics" (to be proper!), one small one, and one large one. Our screen showed that the large one was on sale, but the sale price wasn't being reflected. I had to un-bag the box, and scan it for a price check. Low and Behold...it was a buy one get one free. Not a problem, just a bit embarrassing to have to handle that box more than once.

A couple nights later, a different couple came in, much younger than the couple I mentioned above, and they were also buying prophylactics. However, it wasn't the box on sale. The man was talking with a co-worker of mine, and his lady was reading a magazine, both attempting to focus on other things, not what they were buying, due to what it was, etc...

Now, not too often, but often enough to remember, I have said things out loud that either, I should have not said at all, or should have spoken in a clear and concise way.

Like the time I was cutting cake at a previous employer, and was thinking in my head, the big piece of cake, goes to the "big man", (who was, and still is, THE Sheriff). I would never call him that to his face (well, keep reading) but, I have little private jokes with myself going on all the time...(a whole other blog). The cake was a going away cake for me, since I was quitting to become a stay at home mom, not because of the incident that followed...(I was 9 months pregnant at the time.)

So in walks the Sheriff, and I say "Well, there is the Big Man himself!"...loud enough for everyone to hear, including him, and the whole room went silent. Not whispering to each other silent. Silent like Sprint-hearing a pin drop-silent. I was ready to crawl under the table and never come out. I was beyond embarrassed.

Eventually the whole room was roaring, and I was as red as the maroon shirts they had us wear. So, after we all had our cake, and calming down from the "incident" (we should have had a de-briefing meeting..J/K), he was going to give a speech. Everyone was chit-chatting away, so he said..."Excuse me, the Big Man would like to say something" (or something like that, all I know is he referred to himself as the Big Man, and I was red all over again during his speech.) DOH!

So, that is one time where I should have kept my thoughts inside my head, instead of blurting them out on a whim.

This night in the Grocery Store though, I was TRYING to make my words come out right, and I told him that "The big ones are on sale". He just looked at me funny. The lady just dropped the magazine on the floor, everyone turned red, and then I started giggling and then we all busted out laughing.

What made it worse, is that in my nervousness, I kept trying to explain what I was saying, but we were all too shocked to care. They didn't get the bigger box, and I haven't mentioned a sale like that to anyone since!