<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175</id><updated>2011-11-21T20:07:02.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becky and her babies!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>129</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6710924444273461480</id><published>2011-10-16T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T08:54:13.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Fall somewhere!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/img_autumn/autumn_leaves_scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/img_autumn/autumn_leaves_scene.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to be wherever this beautiful fall foliage is! Here it is Oct 16, 2011 Sunday. The A/C is still running. Muggy outside! I was meant to in live New England, I just know it. I feel it in my heart. After all, my Father was born in Maine. I was up there in New Hampshire this time last year. Beautiful weather, the leaves were gorgeous and crisp, cold air! So wish I was there at this very moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a very sad note, Saturday, Sept 3rd, I lost my beloved little chihuahua, Sassy, to a horrible accident. She was mauled by one of my pugs. This pug is very food aggressive. I miss that little peanut everyday! She was 11 yrs old, very tiny, not quite 3 lbs and frail. She slept with me every night. I wanted to kill the pug, get rid of her, anything! Called her former owner but she can't take her back. Her sister won't allow it since she knows how the pug is. Doesn't want trouble with her dogs. The pug has been acting very strange since the incident. Food gorging like you wouldn't believe. She has never bothered the dog/cat food bags. Now she gets into them literally! I have to put them up high enough, 18 lb, on a shelf she can't reach. My daughter thinks she's feeling guilty! I was always very careful when it came to feeding time. It's partially my fault. Just horrible, can't forgive myself. I was Sassy's protector and I failed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am now a 10 yr breast cancer survivor as of Oct 6th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been at my job 7 mths now. That is a great feeling! Meagan just applied for a job at Hobby Lobby. Hoping, praying she hears something very soon! Yes, Lakeland is getting a Hobby Lobby, grand opening in about 3 weeks. Yay! The store is huge! Can't wait to see all the neat stuff they have, just in time for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope all is well with all of you! Happy Fall!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6710924444273461480?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6710924444273461480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6710924444273461480' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6710924444273461480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6710924444273461480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2011/10/its-fall-somewhere.html' title='It&apos;s Fall somewhere!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6160506920508085010</id><published>2011-06-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:04:04.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVLp68YM-MU/StOjsevhErI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VHtgQ_iNeS8/s400/hugh-jackman4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 327px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVLp68YM-MU/StOjsevhErI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VHtgQ_iNeS8/s400/hugh-jackman4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello everyone! Now that I have your attention with the Hugh Jackman eye candy I thought I would post a little something on my blog. Sorry for my absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is in full swing for summer. Hot, sticky weather, afternoon thunderstorms complete with lots of lightning and booming thunder, humidity, mosquitoes, lots of sun when it's not raining and more mosquitoes, extremely hot temps in your car when it has been parked in the sun all day while at work. You get the idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been at my new full time job at Lakeland Regional Medical Center for 3 months now. I work on the switchboard and answer over 500 calls a day. There are 3 girls during the day and we take in 1500-2000 calls a day til 330pm when I leave. Then the afternoon shift takes over and the calls drop down somewhat. Our hospital has almost 4,700 employees. It's the 3rd largest in the state. It's also a trauma center. I seem more broke than ever. Meagan quit her job so I am footing her car insurance, gas for the car, and cell bill til she gets another job. Lakeland, located in Polk County, is the pits for finding a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another pug now. She is black and just turned a year old. I got her about 3 months ago from a former co-worker. Her little boy was scared of her as she plays pretty rough. I'm not sure if being black makes her a little more rambuntious than the fawns but she is a HANDFUL!! Into everything, none of the others bothered anything. She's another story! Her name is Onyx. Has fur that feels like velvet amd a little white blaze on her chest. Really cute! All he others are getting older by the day. My Fuji will be 13 in October and Gidget turned 5 in March. Sassy, the chi, turned 11. Elvis, yorkie mix, is really old and only God knows his true age. Cosmo, a schnorkie, is 8 now. Diesel the pom, will be 4 in December I think. Have I left out anyone? 7 dogs, no I don't think so. Then there are the cats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read blogs several times a week. Facebook has taken up TOO much of my time. I need to get back to blogging. I love all of your stories and seeing the pics you post. I still don't have a camera but one day maybe! Til next post, STAY COOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6160506920508085010?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6160506920508085010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6160506920508085010' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6160506920508085010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6160506920508085010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2011/06/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! Hot! Hot!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yVLp68YM-MU/StOjsevhErI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VHtgQ_iNeS8/s72-c/hugh-jackman4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4418062817951242144</id><published>2011-04-07T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:19:37.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thursday</title><content type='html'>THE MECHANIC A gynecologist had become fed up with malpractice insurance and HMO paperwork, and was burned out. Hoping to try another career where skillful hands would be beneficial, he decided to become a mechanic. He went to the local technical college, signed up for evening classes, attended diligently, and learned all he could. When the time for the practical exam approached, the gynecologist prepared carefully for weeks, and completed the exam with tremendous skill. When the results came back, he was surprised to find that he had obtained a score of 150%. Fearing an error, he called the Instructor, saying, "I don't want to appear ungrateful for such an outstanding result, but I wonder if there is an error in the grade?" The instructor said, "During the exam, you took the engine apart perfectly, which was worth 50% of the total mark. You put the engine back together again perfectly, which is also worth 50% of the mark." After a pause, the instructor added, "I gave you an extra 50% because you did it all through the muffler, which I've never seen done in my entire career."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4418062817951242144?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4418062817951242144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4418062817951242144' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4418062817951242144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4418062817951242144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-thursday.html' title='Funny Thursday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3576136024091949244</id><published>2010-12-31T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:50:04.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Wish For You In 2011!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.myopera.com/m2m99/albums/600729/thumbs/happy%20new%20year%202011_by%20mrm_1.jpg_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://files.myopera.com/m2m99/albums/600729/thumbs/happy%20new%20year%202011_by%20mrm_1.jpg_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Happy New 2011! Wishing all of you Peace, Happiness, Good Health, Joy, Prosperity, Wealth, and Many Blessings! Give all of your furbabies plenty of hugs, kisses, snuggles and belly rubs from me and my babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After serious &amp;amp; cautious consideration... Your contract of friendship has been renewed for the New Year 2011!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a very hard decision to make... So try not to screw it up!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Wish for You in 2011:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May peace break into your home and may thieves come to steal your debts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the problems you had, forget your home address! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In simple words ..............May 2011 be the best year of your life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Copied from an email from a dear friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3576136024091949244?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3576136024091949244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3576136024091949244' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3576136024091949244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3576136024091949244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-wish-for-you-in-2011.html' title='My Wish For You In 2011!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6554180689093594623</id><published>2010-12-25T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:31:59.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.danburymint.com/secure/Content/ImagesProducts/bc7dcea1-0781-46b9-a90d-84874228de15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.danburymint.com/secure/Content/ImagesProducts/bc7dcea1-0781-46b9-a90d-84874228de15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Merry Christmas to all my bloggie friends!! Yes, I'm a little late I know. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a wonderful day filled with great food, even greater family and friends and lots of love and fun and presents!&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Christmas Eve get together at my cousin's. Lots of delicious food and the gift exchange game is always so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Today Meagan and I went to my sister's for our Christmas dinner. Deep fried turkey, ham, oven baked turkey and all the fixins. One tiny slice of pecan pie, yep, just one tiny piece!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all of you the best for the New Year 2011, full of joy, hope, prosperity, health and whatever your heart desires!&lt;br /&gt;Give all your furbabies a hug, kiss and belly rub from me and my babies.&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6554180689093594623?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6554180689093594623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6554180689093594623' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6554180689093594623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6554180689093594623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-2010.html' title='Merry Christmas 2010'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-2352721490695248332</id><published>2010-12-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T18:55:06.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mysterious Circles???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00679/crop404_679706c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/telegraph/multimedia/archive/00679/crop404_679706c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of us have heard of crop circles and the mysteries that surround them. How were they made? Who made them? When were they made?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mystery may now be solved. I have 6 dogs of my own and take care of my daughter's lab mix because she is TOO LAZY to do it. Two of my dogs are pugs. Herein lies the answer.&lt;br /&gt;The two pugs are the only dogs I have ever seen do this in the yard. They go out and sit down and twirl and twirl and twirl. They get dizzy and so do I. Round and round they go. They are either scratching their behinds or chasing their curly tails or a combo of both. Henceforth they flatten the grass in a circle pattern as they go round and round therefore making a small crop circle. So the giant crop circles must have been made by gigantic pugs from long ago. Of course the giant pugs arrived here from outer space via spaceships or possibly were beamed down here! Mystery solved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I have not had any margaritas or Sangria while arriving at this conclusion! Nor have I been smoking wacky tobaccky. I'm serious! Do any of your pugs perform this strange ritual?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-2352721490695248332?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/2352721490695248332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=2352721490695248332' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2352721490695248332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2352721490695248332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/12/mysterious-circles.html' title='Mysterious Circles???'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5732575643703603088</id><published>2010-11-25T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:23:05.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/n/na/nav/navalazarza/upload/20091125224503-happy-thanksgiving-myspace-glitter-graphic-28.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cms7.blogia.com/blogs/n/na/nav/navalazarza/upload/20091125224503-happy-thanksgiving-myspace-glitter-graphic-28.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know about all of you but I'm stuffed like a turkey. We had a beautiful afternoon to have  our feast. I got plenty of Vitamin D as it was quite sunny, a little warmer than I would have liked. I broke out in a sweat at one point. We ate outside at my cousin's place in Winter Haven.  We sat at picnic tables under the huge oaks on her property. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was deep fried turkey, baked ham, mashed potatoes, gravy, dressing, squash casserole ( most excellent since I made it), mac n cheese, hash brown casserole, green bean casserole, corn souffle, sweet potato casserole, cranberry sauce with jalapenos ( that was some good stuff), waldorf salad, cauliflower/tomato salad (very good too), broccoli salad. For dessert there were brownies, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, carrot cake, pumpkin cobbler and sour cream pound cake. Did I leave out anything??? Probably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my family and friends, that I live in the USA, have religious freedom, a roof over our heads, my furbabies that love me, my health, that my daughter has a job, that I have a job even though I'm going to be let go in the near future then will have to find another one. Good luck on doing that with this economy. I am thankful for our service men and women who protect us and our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all of you had a wonderful blessed day with your families and friends! I hope that you got plenty to eat cause if you didn't it's your own fault!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5732575643703603088?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5732575643703603088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5732575643703603088' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5732575643703603088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5732575643703603088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5942902910997066659</id><published>2010-11-06T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T10:30:46.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times have changed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/discoblog/files/2010/05/REA_washing_machine_with_wringer-300x238.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/discoblog/files/2010/05/REA_washing_machine_with_wringer-300x238.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this over your washing machine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Warshing" Clothes Recipe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought of a "warsher" in this light before...what a blessing!"Warshing Clothes Recipe" -- imagine having a recipe for this!&lt;br /&gt;Years ago an Alabama grandmother gave the new bride the following recipe: this is an exact copy as written and found in an old scrapbook -- with spelling errors and all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARSHING CLOTHES   Build fire in backyard to heat kettle of rain water. Set tubs so smoke wont blow in eyes if wind is pert. Shave one hole cake of lie soap in boilin water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort things, make 3 piles 1 pile white, 1 pile colored, 1 pile work britches and rags. To make starch, stir flour in cool water to smooth, then thin down with boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take white things, rub dirty spots on board, scrub hard, and boil, then rub colored don't boil just wrench and starch. Take things out of kettle with broom stick handle, then wrench, and starch.   Hang old rags on fence. Spread tea towels on grass. Pore wrench water in flower bed. Scrub porch with hot soapy water. Turn tubs upside down. Go put on clean dress, smooth hair with hair combs... Brew cup of tea, sit and rock a spell and count your blessings.&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;Paste this over your washer and dryer Next time when you think things are bleak, read it again, kiss that washing machine and dryer, and give thanks... First thing each morning you should run and hug your washer and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you non-southerners - wrench means, rinse ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND WE THINK WE HAVE IT ROUGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5942902910997066659?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5942902910997066659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5942902910997066659' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5942902910997066659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5942902910997066659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/11/times-have-changed.html' title='Times have changed!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-2820933312810079601</id><published>2010-10-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T18:03:39.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A 9 Year Survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rkYdPmOCd0g/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 362px; HEIGHT: 118px" width="362" height="118"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkYdPmOCd0g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rkYdPmOCd0g?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;October 6. 2001... 9 years ago I found a lump in my right breast. I couldn't believe what I was feeling. I had a lumpectomy in November the week after Thanksgiving. The doc removed the fat pad in my armpit which had 22 lymph nodes that were all clear. Met with the Oncologist on January 2, 2002. Back to the surgeon on February 4th for my port-a-cath for the chemo and to have another lump removed in the same breast. Began chemo on Febuary 7th, 2002. 6 rounds of poison, a triple cocktail of drugs Adriamycin, aka the red devil, Cytoxan and Fluorouracil. Before you begin this, you have to have bone scans, then a MUGA scan, this makes sure your heart is strong enough for you to survive the chemo. You don't know what damage is done til later on in life, I pray no damage was done to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the chem, I had 38 radiation treatments, the last 6 were super blasts. It was 5 days a week til the 38 were complete. I still have the little blue dots tattoed on me so they knew where to direct the radiation and hopefully not do damage to my heart and lungs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In September 2002, I began taking Tamoxifen for 5 years. This was to block my body from making estrogen which caused my cancer to start with. 2 1/2 years in, the Oncologist switched me to Arimidex for a full 5 years. Fast forward to March 2010, I finished the Arimidex and he realease me. I asked if I could still come once a year for bloodwork to check my tumor markers and for him to give me the once over. He said yes. Mind you I saw my doctor every 3 months for the longest, then every 6 months til he was ready to cut me loose. That is a very scary feeling not to have your safety net beneath you. That is why I still want to have a yearly visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Throughout all of this journey I prayed for God to heal my body and the doctors helped. It has been a long road but I made it. I had a very positive attitude and know without a doubt this helped me too. Thank you God! Many thanks to my doctors and nurses at Watson Clinic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mother had breast cancer, so did her sister. My maternal grandmother had pancreatic cancer. To ease my mind I had the BRCA test done to see if I carry the breast cancer gene. I DO NOT!!! Again, thank you God! I can't pass this to my daughter, if she should ever get breast cancer it won't be because she inherited it. She nneds to mammograms a little earlier than most, exercise and watch her diet. I pray God watches over her and keeps her healthy. It has been a wild ride and don't care to ever do it again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-2820933312810079601?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/2820933312810079601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=2820933312810079601' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2820933312810079601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2820933312810079601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-9-year-survivor.html' title='I&apos;m A 9 Year Survivor'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6363663309347279246</id><published>2010-10-01T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:21:42.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tomsawyer.es/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 352px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tomsawyer.es/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/surprise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My friend sent me this in an e-mail. Made me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's wife, Lucy, had been after him for several weeks to paint the seat on their toilet.  Finally, he got around to doing it while Lucy was out.  After finishing, he left to take care of another matter before she returned.  She came in and undressed to take a shower.  Before getting in the shower, she sat on the toilet.  As she tried to stand up, she realized that the not-quite-dry epoxy paint had glued her to the toilet seat.  About that time, Charlie got home and realized her predicament.They both pushed and pulled without any success whatsoever.  Finally, in desperation, Charlie undid the toilet seat bolts.  Lucy wrapped a sheet around herself and Charlie drove her to the hospital emergency room. The ER Doctor got her into a position where he could study how to free her (Try to get a mental picture of this.).  Lucy tried to lighten the embarrassment of it all by saying, "Well, Doctor, I'll bet you've never seen anything like this before."  The Doctor replied, "Actually, I've seen lots of them.  I just never saw one mounted and framed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great fall weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6363663309347279246?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6363663309347279246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6363663309347279246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6363663309347279246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6363663309347279246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/10/charlie-and-lucy.html' title='Charlie and Lucy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8648638733389495062</id><published>2010-08-08T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:00:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle helps friend who's flipped over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/QK9Xj7eY0UU/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QK9Xj7eY0UU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QK9Xj7eY0UU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so thankful for all my friends! You lift my spirits and give me words of encouragement when I seem to need it the most. You make me laugh! I hope that I do the same for you! Enjoy this little video, it explains it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8648638733389495062?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8648638733389495062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8648638733389495062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8648638733389495062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8648638733389495062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/08/turtle-helps-friend-whos-flipped-over.html' title='Turtle helps friend who&apos;s flipped over.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-238197328004160730</id><published>2010-07-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:56:38.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 20th, Meagan!!!! Love, Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/371/371198s3a4j9ip0l.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/371/371198s3a4j9ip0l.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 20 years ago on July 11th, 1990 at 1134am on a Tuesday that I gave birth by C-section to a beautiful baby girl. My Mama wanted to go with me into the delivery/surgery room so bad but they would only let my husband be in there with me. It just about broke my Mama's heart and mine too that she couldn't be with me. If I had known that in a couple of years that I would be divorced, I would have preferred her in there with me. The next thing I knew they gave me a great big baby to hold. If I had gone to my due date she would have been well over 10 POUNDS as it was she was only 9 lbs 8 ozs. Glad I didn't have to push her out! My OB/GYN said it wasn't even an option. My hips weren't wide enough for natural delivery. Could have fooled me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was love at first sight for both of us and always will be! She looked up at me and I could see her love for me even when she was fresh out of the womb. My Mama told me that also. Meagan was my miracle baby as I had 2 miscarriages years before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we celebrated her 20th birthday at Chili's with a big table full of friends, hers and mine. We had a great time and LOTS of laughs!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday, Meagan Michelle!! Mama loves you very much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-238197328004160730?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/238197328004160730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=238197328004160730' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/238197328004160730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/238197328004160730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-was-20-years-ago-on-july-11th-1990.html' title='Happy 20th, Meagan!!!! Love, Mama'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6804059540799753059</id><published>2010-07-05T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T17:38:54.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blitz and the Rainbow Bridge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuTOw3SxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mM8lqMvQw0I/s1600/renamed9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490572172377672466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuTOw3SxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mM8lqMvQw0I/s320/renamed9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSw6njuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bgCYAzUUx4k/s1600/renamed10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490572164365520610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSw6njuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/bgCYAzUUx4k/s320/renamed10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSqH_e2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rFa6dZlUeG8/s1600/renamed14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490572162542566242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSqH_e2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/rFa6dZlUeG8/s320/renamed14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSC4FaTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_15C9kX0ec4/s1600/blizzyz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490572152006863154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuSC4FaTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/_15C9kX0ec4/s320/blizzyz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuR0sTfCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D5z-RLyd04k/s1600/BLITZZZZZZZZZZZzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490572148199357474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuR0sTfCI/AAAAAAAAAD0/D5z-RLyd04k/s320/BLITZZZZZZZZZZZzz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/now_cracks_a_noble_heart-good-night_sweet_prince/263798.html"&gt;Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night sweet prince, And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.&lt;/a&gt;” Shakespeare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Blitz, my gorgeous boxer, crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge. We held him in our arms, gave him many gentle kisses, so many hugs goodbye. His bark is now silent although I hear it in my head. There will be no more like you. Gallant, noble, protective, loyal, loving. True to your breed. My forever faithful four legged furbaby! I can't say enough wonderful things about him. He can chase possums and squirrels til his heart is content. Eat all the cookies he wants. Chas all the bubbles that I can blow for you! OH how he loved to d chase those bubbles and pop them in the aire! Be free! Run free, Blitz! Nothing to hold you back. I love you forever and will miss you always!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank Meagan for posting these pics of Blitz for me. And for being here for me and him when he and I needed you the most. I love you, Meagan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6804059540799753059?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6804059540799753059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6804059540799753059' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6804059540799753059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6804059540799753059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='Blitz and the Rainbow Bridge'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/TDJuTOw3SxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mM8lqMvQw0I/s72-c/renamed9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8635190769602995758</id><published>2010-07-03T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:20:40.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"America the Beautiful" live at Jefferson Memorial with the Mormon Taber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/KrOeGWMQAfQ/hqdefault.jpg)" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrOeGWMQAfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrOeGWMQAfQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8635190769602995758?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8635190769602995758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8635190769602995758' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8635190769602995758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8635190769602995758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/07/america-beautiful-live-at-jefferson.html' title='&quot;America the Beautiful&quot; live at Jefferson Memorial with the Mormon Taber...'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4478136091704942291</id><published>2010-06-16T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T07:18:50.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rats in the Barn!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cksinfo.com/clipart/people/men/hillbilly.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cksinfo.com/clipart/people/men/hillbilly.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Boudreaux and Thibodeaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boudreaux was out in da field talkin' wit his frien Thibodeaux. Thibodeaux said "Boudreaux , you see dat ole barn out dere? Well man, its completely infestered wit rats. I tried everything I know an can't get rid of dem."Boudreaux say, "Thibodeaux, I know xactly how to get rid of dem rats. You gotta get you one of dem bull constriptors." Thibodeaux say,  Whats a bull constriptor?". Boudreaux explains, "man. dats one of dem big ole snakes and he loves to eat rats and swallers dem whole, all at once".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, da nex day Thibodeaux went down to Kliberts reptile farm and bought him da biggest bull constripter dat dey got. He brought dat snake to da barn an let him loose right in da middle and just sat dere and watched.  Well, Thibodeaux was watchin' for a long time, I mean long, an dere wasn't nuttin ' happening. Dat big ole snake jus curled up hiself in da middle of dat barn and slept all day. He didn't even move and dem rats jus run all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Thibodeaux got real frustrated and he called up Boudreaux on da phone, "Boudreaux, man dats some bad advice bout dat snake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dem rats is still runnin' al around and dat snake jus lays dere sleepin' all day long." Boudreaux says, "Man, Thibodeaux, I know just what to do. Give dat snake some Viagra."  Thibodeaux say, "What! Viagra! What's dat gonna do?" Boudreaux say,"I was just listening to da radio and de man say dat Viagra is da best ting to use for a reptile dysfunction."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4478136091704942291?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4478136091704942291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4478136091704942291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4478136091704942291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4478136091704942291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/06/rats-in-barn.html' title='Rats in the Barn!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1806695768678075280</id><published>2010-05-13T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T10:44:07.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaving while driving???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/i/tim//2010/03/09/17_370x278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.cbsnews.com/i/tim//2010/03/09/17_370x278.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;True story in today's new at &lt;a href="http://www.abcactionnews.com/"&gt;http://www.abcactionnews.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUDJOE KEY, FL --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texting or talking on a cell phone while driving is considered unsafe by many. Now, there's something else you can add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;After crashing into the back of a truck, Megan Jones told Florida state troopers that she had been shaving her "bikini area."&lt;br /&gt;And there's more. Her ex-husband was steering the car from the passenger seat, according to the FHP.&lt;br /&gt;After she hit the truck, she continued on before being pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;And there's even more. Barnes was also driving with a suspended license, just one day after she was convicted of driving under the influence.&lt;br /&gt;Trooper Gary Dunick, who referred to the trimming procedure as "landscaping," provided an explanation. "She said she was meeting her boyfriend in Key West and wanted to be ready for the visit," he said.&lt;br /&gt;Living on the razor's edge has Barnes charged with reckless driving, driving with a revoked license, leaving the scene of a crash with injuries and driving without insurance. No one was seriously hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reaction to this story is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK..reality check...her ex-husband was driving but she was going to meet her boyfriend...bizarre...and what about her hair..she should have made a stop at the hair salon!! Maybe for 3 things...a shave and a haircut and color!! LOL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1806695768678075280?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1806695768678075280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1806695768678075280' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1806695768678075280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1806695768678075280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/05/shaving-while-driving.html' title='Shaving while driving???'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4324371722632437435</id><published>2010-05-05T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T09:51:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/J2ekjFFL6EQ/hqdefault.jpg); WIDTH: 312px; HEIGHT: 280px" width="312" height="280"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2ekjFFL6EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J2ekjFFL6EQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a really cute! Have your speakers on to hear this. It's set to the William Tell Overture. Tells it like it is about being a Mom. Wishing you all an early Happy Mother's Day! Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4324371722632437435?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4324371722632437435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4324371722632437435' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4324371722632437435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4324371722632437435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3574167630389744667</id><published>2010-05-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:51:33.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls night out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/backingcolor:white/product:greeting-card/view:preview/2983161-4-girls-night-out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 441px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images-2.redbubble.net/img/art/backingcolor:white/product:greeting-card/view:preview/2983161-4-girls-night-out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have posted this before. Can't remember for sure. If I did, I'm sorry. This is funny every time I read it. Was sent to me in an email and was told to share with friends. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls night out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night my girls invited me out.&lt;br /&gt;I promised my husband I'd be home by midnight.&lt;br /&gt;Hours passed &amp;amp; margaritas went down way too easy.&lt;br /&gt;Around 3 AM (a bit loaded) I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I got in, the cuckoo clock chimed 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Afraid my hubby would wake I quickly cuckooed 9 more times.&lt;br /&gt;I was really proud of myself for coming up with such a quick witted solution.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning he asked what time I got in.&lt;br /&gt;I said "MIDNIGHT!"&lt;br /&gt;He seemed fine so I thought I'd gotten away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Then he said "We need a new cuckoo clock."&lt;br /&gt;When I asked why he said "Well, last night our clock cuckooed 3 times, said 'oh shit', cuckooed 4 times, cleared its throat, cuckooed 3 times again, giggled, cuckooed twice more, then tripped over the coffee table &amp;amp; farted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3574167630389744667?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3574167630389744667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3574167630389744667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3574167630389744667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3574167630389744667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/05/girls-night-out.html' title='The girls night out'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1063742070867722927</id><published>2010-03-18T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:02:10.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/FIP/FL-00868-C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 415px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/FIP/FL-00868-C.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps all y'all who are not from the South might get some understandin' from this little lesson!&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know their summer weather report: Humidity...Humidity...Humidity&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know their vacation spots: The beach...The rivuh...The crick&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know everybody's first name:Honey...Darlin'...Shugah&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know the movies that speak to their hearts:Fried Green Tomatoes...Driving Miss Daisy...Steel Magnolias...Gone With The Wind&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know their cities dripping with Southern charm: Chawl'stn... S'vanah...N'awlins...Addlanna&lt;br /&gt;Southern women know their elegant gentlemen: Men in uniform...Men in tuxedos...Rhett Butler&lt;br /&gt;Southern girls know the 3 deadly sins: Having bad hair and nails...Having bad manners...Cooking bad food&lt;br /&gt;Only a Southerner knows how many fish, collard greens, turnip greens, peas, beans, etc., make up "a mess."&lt;br /&gt;Only a Southerner knows instinctively that the best gesture of solace for a neighbor who's got trouble is a plate of hot fried chicken and a big bowl of cold potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;If the neighbor's trouble is a real crisis, they also know to add a large banana puddin!&lt;br /&gt;A Southerner knows that "fixin" can be used as a noun, a verb, or an adverb.&lt;br /&gt;Put 100 Southerners in a room and half of them will discover they're related, even if only by marriage.&lt;br /&gt;In the South, y'all is singular, all y'all is plural.&lt;br /&gt;Southern girls know men may come and go, but friends are fahevah !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1063742070867722927?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1063742070867722927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1063742070867722927' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1063742070867722927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1063742070867722927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/03/southern-women.html' title='Southern Women'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-686092435382702611</id><published>2010-03-17T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T20:34:47.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Irish Blessing For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.hellokids.com/_uploads/_tiny_galerie/20090310/leprechaun-pot-of-gold-source_qol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.hellokids.com/_uploads/_tiny_galerie/20090310/leprechaun-pot-of-gold-source_qol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be blessed with good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be a good friend to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be able to journey to that place in your soul where there is great love, warmth, feeling and forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May this change you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May it transfigure that which is negative, distant or cold in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be brought into the real passion, kinship and affinity of belonging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you treasure your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be good to them and may you be there for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May they bring you all the blessings, challenges, truth and light that you need on your journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you never be isolated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you always be in the gentle nest of belonging with your anam cara...(soul friend).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you be blessed with good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May you learn to be a good friend to yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May there always be work for your hands to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May your purse always hold a coin or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the sun always shine on your window pane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May the hand of a friend always be near you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-686092435382702611?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/686092435382702611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=686092435382702611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/686092435382702611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/686092435382702611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/03/irish-blessing-for-you.html' title='An Irish Blessing For You'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6304333151714771270</id><published>2010-03-13T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T19:34:44.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Obsession in Munn Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://springobsession.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/IMG_0488-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://springobsession.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/IMG_0488-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://polkfyn.ifas.ufl.edu/images/projects/rainbarrel_display.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://polkfyn.ifas.ufl.edu/images/projects/rainbarrel_display.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I copied these photos from google images. They are from last year's Spring Obsession at Munn Park in downtown Lakeland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are rain barrels painted by local school children. They are big plastic feed barrels that a spigot has been added to it. They are for sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We saw beautiful plants and flowers today. All kinds of things for your lawns and gardens. All kinds of people were out enjoying the beautiful weather. The sun felt great but it was a little breezy with a slight chill to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a great jazz band playing, Made me want to dance like Frazier does on his show when he listens to music while waiting for his date to arrive. I loved that show, really made me laugh. I still enjoy the reruns! Frasier and Seinfeld, the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For lunch we ate at the Silver Ring. They only serve cuban food. This little sandwich shop began in Ybor City in the late 1940's. When I was a little girl in the late 50's we would take a trip to Tampa to go to the big Sears store and on the way home we stopped off in Ybor City to get cubans. Had to wait til we got home to enjoy eating them. Today Meagan and I had pressed cubans, spanish bean soup and Meagan had a deviled crab roll with hot sauce on the side. Years ago they opened the shop in Lakeland. It's a little hole in the wall kind of place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you have a great weekend and wonderful weather! More adventures next weekend in the historic district of our town. Stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6304333151714771270?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6304333151714771270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6304333151714771270' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6304333151714771270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6304333151714771270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/03/spring-obsession-in-munn-park.html' title='Spring Obsession in Munn Park'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-735371362682388200</id><published>2010-03-11T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T13:16:26.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Larry's Proverbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.uterwincenter.com/applause/2006/dec06ap/images/Larry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.uterwincenter.com/applause/2006/dec06ap/images/Larry2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I hope all of you know who Larry the Cable Guy is. A real redneck! He is so darn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   A day without sunshine is like night.&lt;br /&gt;2.   On the other hand, you have different fingers.&lt;br /&gt;3.   42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;4.   99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.&lt;br /&gt;5.   Remember, half the people you know are below average.&lt;br /&gt;6.   He who laughs last, thinks slowest.&lt;br /&gt;7.   Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm&lt;br /&gt;8.   The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.&lt;br /&gt;9.   Support bacteria. They're the only culture most people have.&lt;br /&gt;10.   A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.&lt;br /&gt;11.   Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.&lt;br /&gt;12.   If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.&lt;br /&gt;13.   How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.&lt;br /&gt;14.   OK, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;br /&gt;15.   When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.&lt;br /&gt;16.   Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now. &lt;br /&gt;17.   How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges? &lt;br /&gt;18.   Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.&lt;br /&gt;19.   What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?&lt;br /&gt;20.   Why do psychics have to ask you your name? &lt;br /&gt;21.   Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, 'What the heck happened?&lt;br /&gt;22.   Just remember -- if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off. &lt;br /&gt;23.   Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. &lt;br /&gt;24.   Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta appreciate his sense of humor. Which one is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-735371362682388200?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/735371362682388200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=735371362682388200' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/735371362682388200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/735371362682388200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/03/larrys-proverbs.html' title='Larry&apos;s Proverbs'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4903911755202471292</id><published>2010-02-14T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:48:49.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u212/theglittergeek/comments/love/jewel-heart-notes//happy-valentines-day.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u212/theglittergeek/comments/love/jewel-heart-notes//happy-valentines-day.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just wanted to wish you a fun filled day of Love and all things wonderful! May you get lots of candy, flowers, jewelry and anything else your heart desires on this special day. For the pug lovers/owners out there, give your pugs an extra hug and kiss from us. I also will include all animals in this hug and kiss occasion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4903911755202471292?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4903911755202471292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4903911755202471292' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4903911755202471292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4903911755202471292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-wanted-to-wish-you-fun-filled-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-24620707312023685</id><published>2010-02-08T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:31:30.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Living Will Ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jokelibrary.net/people/p_files/hosp1-maxine2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.jokelibrary.net/people/p_files/hosp1-maxine2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This may be the best Living Will I've Seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,__________________, being of sound mind and body, do not wish to be kept alive indefinitely by artificial means. Under no circumstances should my fate be put in the hands of pinhead politicians who couldn't pass ninth grade biology if their lives depended on it, or lawyers/doctors interested in simply running up the bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If a reasonable amount of time passes and I fail to ask for at least one of the following:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glass of wine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margarita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Martini&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken fried steak with cream gravy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexican food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French fries&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pizza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cup of tea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sex &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It should be presumed that I won't ever get better. When such a determination is reached, I hereby instruct my appointed person and attending physicians to pull the plug, reel in the tubes, let the 'fat lady sing,' and call it a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Drink IT'S 5 O'CLOCK SOMEWHERE !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-24620707312023685?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/24620707312023685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=24620707312023685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/24620707312023685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/24620707312023685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-living-will-ever.html' title='Best Living Will Ever'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-207084849393539672</id><published>2010-02-05T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T12:11:01.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy looking fried oysters!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://whatscookingamerica.net/RestaurantReviews/SeasonsRegions/FriedOysters1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://whatscookingamerica.net/RestaurantReviews/SeasonsRegions/FriedOysters1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't those Fried Oysters look yummy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big Texan stopped at a local restaurant following a day roaming around in Mexico City. While sipping his tequila, he noticed a sizzling, scrumptious looking platter of food being served at the next table. Not only did it look good, the smell was wonderful. "What is that you just served?" he asked the waiter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ah Senor, you have excellent taste!" the waiter replied. "Those are called Cojones de Toro, bull's testicles from the bull fight this morning. A delicacy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'"What the heck, bring me an order."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am so sorry Senor," the waiter replied. "There is only one serving per day because there is only one bull fight each morning. If you come early and place your order, we will be sure to save you this delicacy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning, the cowboy returned, placed his order, and that evening was served the one and only special delicacy of the day. After a few bites, inspecting his platter, he called to the waiter. "These are delicious, but they are much, much smaller than the ones I saw you serve yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The waiter shrugged his shoulders. "Si, señor , sometimes the bull wins..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-207084849393539672?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/207084849393539672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=207084849393539672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/207084849393539672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/207084849393539672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/02/mexican-oysters.html' title='Yummy looking fried oysters!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5103018318132920876</id><published>2010-01-20T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:41:35.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts for Wednesday</title><content type='html'>My dear friend, Marijean, sent me this email and I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Random Thoughts of the Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few laughs to start your day off!!&lt;br /&gt;1) Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;2) I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.&lt;br /&gt;3) There is a great need for a sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;4) How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?&lt;br /&gt;5) I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;6) Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;7) Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;8) I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.&lt;br /&gt;9) Bad decisions make good stories&lt;br /&gt;10) You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you've made up your mind that you just aren't doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;11) I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;12) I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?&lt;br /&gt;13) I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste!&lt;br /&gt;14) As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt;15) I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;16) I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5103018318132920876?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5103018318132920876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5103018318132920876' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5103018318132920876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5103018318132920876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-thoughts-for-wednesday.html' title='Random Thoughts for Wednesday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4074583095152046216</id><published>2009-12-30T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T08:43:34.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2010 + Florida news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static-p3.fotolia.com/jpg/00/14/71/12/400_F_14711265_j0umAXC9qpSZ7EQws0Fkj3s1zM5V3W2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static-p3.fotolia.com/jpg/00/14/71/12/400_F_14711265_j0umAXC9qpSZ7EQws0Fkj3s1zM5V3W2d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to wish all of you a Happy New Year 2010! May the New Year bring peace, joy, love, happiness, good health, jobs to those who need one (like me), make new memories, meet new friends, fall in love all over again, find a soulmate if you're looking, be thankful for family, friends, loved ones and hold them dearer to you heart, and better times ahead for all of us! Continue to pray for our service men and women. Happy New Year to my bloggy friends!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here are some funny but true events that happened here in Florida during the past year. &lt;div&gt;This article was published in The Ledger Dec 30, 2009. I have deleted some of it to shorten the post.&lt;br /&gt;By BRENDAN FARRINGTON THE Associated Press&lt;br /&gt;Published: Tuesday, December 29, 2009 at 10:46 p.m. Last Modified: Tuesday, December 29, 2009 at 10:46 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Tampa police arrested a man who let his 12-year-old son drive his SUV so he could drink in the passenger seat.&lt;br /&gt;A Clearwater man was charged with drunk driving after police pulled him over for driving a car with only three tires.&lt;br /&gt;A Marion County deputy pulled over a naked man riding a motorcycle. Turns out the cyclist was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;A Clearwater woman knocked on a stranger's door in the middle of the night asking for cigarettes. She was naked.&lt;br /&gt;A naked 91-year-old Lake Worth man held a 26-year-old burglar at gunpoint until police arrived.&lt;br /&gt;A Fort Pierce man was charged with stealing $22 worth of aluminum cans from a scrap yard and then returning the next day to try to sell them back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man tried stealing a live ferret in Jacksonville Beach by stuffing it down his pants.&lt;br /&gt;Reptiles in the news included a 5-foot alligator that escaped during a Panama City elementary school's show-and-tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Land O'Lakes man was bit on the hand when he reached under his car for his dog and found an alligator instead.&lt;br /&gt;Wildlife officers found two alligators being held captive in a Tallahassee apartment. They also found drugs out in plain view after the tenants let them in.&lt;br /&gt;Two men carried a 6-foot shark around Miami and tried selling it to fish markets. After they failed, they left it lying in the middle of a downtown street.&lt;br /&gt;A Tampa police officer used a Taser to subdue a pit bull that chased a chicken into a woman's home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Mossy Head woman trying to corral an emu was flown to a hospital after the giant flightless bird clawed her.&lt;br /&gt;A Martin County man accused of downloading child pornography blamed the crime on a cat jumping on his computer keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;The Fort Myers Beach town manager was fired after the town council learned he married a porn star. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Brooksville city council voted to require city employees to wear underwear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A 55-year-old Tallahassee man often seen riding a bicycle in a thong was arrested for indecent exposure.&lt;br /&gt;Tampa police say a man repeatedly called 911 looking for sex because it was the only number he could dial after running out of cell phone minutes.&lt;br /&gt;That was one of many bizarre 911 calls.&lt;br /&gt;A Panama City Beach man called 911 and reported he was robbed of $100 only to admit later that he lied because he was afraid to tell his wife he spent the money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man called 911 from a Boynton Beach pay phone several times and complained he couldn't find his keys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An 18-year-old in Tampa called 911 looking for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;A Fort Pierce woman called 911 three times after McDonald's employees told her they were out of Chicken McNuggets.&lt;br /&gt;A woman sitting on a toilet in a Tampa restroom dropped her gun, which discharged and shot a woman sitting in another stall. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to be forgotten: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Lakeland eighth-grader was suspended from riding the school bus after farting to make other students laugh and badly stinking up the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad I'm normal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4074583095152046216?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4074583095152046216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4074583095152046216' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4074583095152046216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4074583095152046216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year-2010-florida-news.html' title='Happy New Year 2010 + Florida news'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6918591414550251</id><published>2009-12-23T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:31:04.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://paulconnors.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 568px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://paulconnors.files.wordpress.com/2007/12/nativity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope your trees are trimmed, the presents all wrapped, the baking is done. My Christmas wish for you is peace, love, happiness, and good health. Enjoy the love of your family and friends during this special time as we celebrate the birth of Jesus. Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6918591414550251?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6918591414550251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6918591414550251' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6918591414550251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6918591414550251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7573697129877466054</id><published>2009-12-19T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:12:32.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://liquorama.biz/images/Jose%20Cuervo%20Big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://liquorama.biz/images/Jose%20Cuervo%20Big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thought you might want to bake these up for Christmas. (scroll on down) . . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp baking soda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup of sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp salt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup of brown sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 large eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 cup nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 cups of dried fruit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 bottle Jose Cuervo Tequila&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sample the Cuervo to check quality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a large bowl, check the Cuervo again, to be sure it is of the highest quality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pour one level cup and drink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn on the electric mixer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl.&lt;br /&gt;Add one peastoon of sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point it's best to make sure the Cuervo is still ok, try another cup just in case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn off the mixerer thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break 2 leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pick the frigging fruit off the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mix on the turner.&lt;br /&gt;If the fried druit gets stuck in the beaters just pry it loose with a drewscriver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sample the Cuervo to check for tonsisticity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next, sift two cups of salt, or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who geeves a sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check the Jose Cuervo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now shift the lemon juice and strain your nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add one table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add a spoon of sugar, or somefink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever you can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greash the oven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turn the cake tin 360 degrees and try not to fall over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't forget to beat off the turner.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, throw the bowl through the window, finish the Cose Juervo and make sure to put the stove in the wishdasher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cherry Mistmas ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7573697129877466054?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7573697129877466054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7573697129877466054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7573697129877466054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7573697129877466054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/12/jose-cuervo-christmas-cookies.html' title='Jose Cuervo Christmas Cookies'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3294600599260980507</id><published>2009-12-08T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:37:36.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classified Ads</title><content type='html'>These classifieds actually ran in a Minneapolis newspaper - a smile for your day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE YORKSHIRE TERRIER  8-years old. Hateful little mutt. Bites!&lt;br /&gt;FREE PUPPIES 1/2 Cocker Spaniel, 1/2 sneaky neighbor's dog.&lt;br /&gt;FREE PUPPIES Mother, AKC German Shepherd. Father, Super Dog..able to leap tall fences in a single bound.&lt;br /&gt;FOUND DIRTY WHITE DOG Looks like a rat. Been out a while. Better be a big reward.&lt;br /&gt;COWS, CALVES: NEVER BRED Also 1 gay bull for sale.&lt;br /&gt;NORDIC TRACK $300 Hardly used, call Chubby.&lt;br /&gt;GEORGIA PEACHES California grown - 89 cents/lb.&lt;br /&gt;JOINING NUDIST COLONY! Must sell washer and dryer $300.&lt;br /&gt;WEDDING DRESS FOR SALE  Worn once by mistake. Call Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR SALE BY OWNER: Complete set of Encyclopedia Britannica, 45 volumes. Excellent condition. $1,000 or best offer. No longer needed, got married last month. Husband knows everything!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3294600599260980507?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3294600599260980507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3294600599260980507' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3294600599260980507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3294600599260980507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/12/classified-ads.html' title='Classified Ads'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1134508914456948654</id><published>2009-11-25T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T11:39:49.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1588326&amp;amp;t=w"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 408px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1588326&amp;amp;t=w" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just wanted you to know that I am thankful for all the people I have met through blogging. You are all over this world. I have been to places I would have not seen if not for you. I have met wonderful photographers, animal lovers, artists who paint beautifully. You always have kind words for us all when you post or comment. Thanks for being my blogging friends. Hope you have a delicious dinner and wonderful times with your families and friends. I am planning on that too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am making a squash casserole, a Paula Deen recipe, to take to my cousin's over in Winter Haven. I am thankful for my family. God bless each of you and your families!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1134508914456948654?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1134508914456948654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1134508914456948654' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1134508914456948654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1134508914456948654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-2304341613715976150</id><published>2009-10-31T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T15:24:48.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/happy_halloween_cat_by_sharon_sharpe_card-p137335074854368736qiae_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to wish all of you a Happy Halloween. Hope you gets lots of treats and very little tricks. I remember not too many years ago when Meagan was much younger how much she looked forward to picking out a costume and getting a bag full of candy. I really miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't bought any treats yet since I was supposed to be going to dinner tonight with my sister for a late birthday. Plans changed due to Halloween and Meagan and Cally are going to a party tonight. Tomorrow we will go for late lunch or early dinner. So that means that now I have to get dressed and go to Wally World for treats for the little ones that may drop by. I love seeing those little kids with treat bags bigger than they are! I carved 1 pumpkin and Meagan did 2 pumpkins. They turned out really cute and tested them out last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylSFLNCdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JtO7Lzzv_rU/s1600-h/pumpkin3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871783355779538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylSFLNCdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JtO7Lzzv_rU/s200/pumpkin3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; crazy face jack-o'-lantern -Meagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylSK6kb8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Aco716UrPSU/s1600-h/peacesignpumpkin.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871784896622530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylSK6kb8I/AAAAAAAAADk/Aco716UrPSU/s200/peacesignpumpkin.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peace Sign Jack-o`-lantern-Meagan's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398871779796391746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylR36lF0I/AAAAAAAAADc/GftK15-BgCs/s200/mamaspumpkin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; My Starry-eyed Jack-o`-lantern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as the sun starts to go down tonight I will light them up for the kids tonight. Enjoy your weekend!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-2304341613715976150?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/2304341613715976150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=2304341613715976150' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2304341613715976150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2304341613715976150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/trick-or-treat-2009.html' title='Trick or Treat 2009'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SuylSFLNCdI/AAAAAAAAADs/JtO7Lzzv_rU/s72-c/pumpkin3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6435589852893216613</id><published>2009-10-23T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:31:08.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23, 1951 my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/its_my_birthday_letters_postcard-p239509127867315262qibm_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/its_my_birthday_letters_postcard-p239509127867315262qibm_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a most wonderful birthday today. Went to lunch at Chili's with Meagan and my friend, Maryanne. Tonight was out to dinner with Trish and Jim at the Lakeland Alehouse. After our meal we were served for dessert the biggest brownie with nuts with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, cherries and hot fudge you have ever seen. It was enough for 6 people but the 3 of us worked on it and Jim finished it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then shopping with my beautiful daughter, Meagan. We went to Marshall's, Bealls Outlet, Payless Shoes, and Goodwill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother gave me a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers in a coffee can. Over the weekend my sister will take me out to eat again. How many pounds will I gain on my birthday??? I try to eat just half my meal and bring home the rest for later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many thanks to all for my most wonderful birthday!! I love all of you!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, I forgot the most exciting part of my day. I had forgotten what I did this morning! I had to get my driver's license renewed. It went from about $15 to $48 as of October 1st, 2009. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to read the eye chart with my glasses, normally I wear contacts but haven't bought any lately. Now you are required to provide a birth certificate, Social Security card and proof of residence. Before I could take the test I had to FIND my birth certificate and Social Security card. Do you think I could find them, why HECK NO!! Sooo off to Bartow I went to buy a copy of my birth certificate for $15 and then to the SS office which had moved from downtown to way south of town but I didn't know it had moved until I went where I thought it was only to find out it had moved to a new building way south of town. I had to apply for a replacement card which I will receive in about 10 days but they did give me a receipt which the DMV accepted as proof. I also had to take a proof of residence. YES, I did get it renewed for 8 years I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6435589852893216613?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6435589852893216613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6435589852893216613' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6435589852893216613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6435589852893216613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-23-1951-my-birthday.html' title='October 23, 1951 my birthday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8746270794359662651</id><published>2009-10-17T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T20:43:54.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling frisky!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photo.accuweather.com/photogallery/2008/2/500/fd619d6cf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photo.accuweather.com/photogallery/2008/2/500/fd619d6cf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may not quite look like this yet outside but does it ever feel great! No humidity!!! Yippee, yippee!! Hoping frost is just around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dogs are so frisky tonight, running around the yard, having a good ole time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be in the 50s tonight and I am sleeping with the windows open and the fan blowing on me too. Hot flashes ya know! Hope it hangs around for awhile, the weather not the hot flashes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Meagan and I went to downtown Lakeland farmers market to buy tomatoes and cukes. I only bought tomatoes there. It was so crowded downtown due to a Classic Car Show complete with hot rods. The classics are parked around our beautiful Lake Mirror and the hot rods are  parked on the streets around historic Munn Park. They blocked off the streets so parking was hard to find. Those were the days of muscle cars and rock n roll. Kids today don't have a clue as to what a good time is really is. The classic cars are the most beautiful, when cars were cars, Duesenbergs, Rolls Royces, Cadillacs, touring cars, model Ts, the  list goes on. I was going to do the walk but wore the wrong shoes, it will be back next year and I will be looking forward to it again. I took my Father once or twice, he showed me cars they had growing up in the 20s and 30s. Since he has passed on I just don't enjoy it as much. I loved to hear him tell of his childhood in Maine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we traveled north of town to a new fruit n vegetable stand. It was crowded, they had BBQ chicken and rib dinners for sale, picnic tables to eat on under the big oak trees. A big tractor was pulling a wagon giving rides to the kids. Meagan noticed some cute guys and wants to go out there every weekend now! Music was playing, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. They had some nice pumpkins, didn't buy one there though. I am looking for that perfect one for carving my Halloween jack o lantern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought okra for frying or maybe okra and tomatoes, eggplant, little salad cucumbers, kiwi, baby new red potatoes/creamers, cajun boiled peanuts so spicy they plumped up our lips real nice like we had gotten injections! I forgot to get an avocado. Do you like avocado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next Saturday is the Fall Festival uptown at Munn Park with beautiful plants and all kinds of stuff. The fall Parade of Homes kicked off today and goes thru next Sunday!! Just selected homes are on display and most of them will knock your socks off, so beautiful! We have done this for years and always look forward to this tour. Some homes are remodeled and they look just as great as the new ones. We have so much fun, hope the cool weather hangs around til next Sunday anyway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8746270794359662651?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8746270794359662651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8746270794359662651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8746270794359662651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8746270794359662651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/feeling-frisky.html' title='Feeling frisky!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-2700239545800731763</id><published>2009-10-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:41:40.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back, Paula</title><content type='html'>Hey everybody we need to welcome Paula at Pughugs back to the blogging world. She retired her old blog Pughugs and has started a new blog. It can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.pugmoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.pugmoon.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , you know I don't know how to link stuff but will learn one day. So put up with it for now please! Paula is mom to Paisley, who just had a birthday today and Smokey and Bandit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-2700239545800731763?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/2700239545800731763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=2700239545800731763' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2700239545800731763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2700239545800731763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/welcome-back-paula.html' title='Welcome back, Paula'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5483572116538003653</id><published>2009-10-06T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:58:07.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 year survivor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://healthmap.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pink-ribbon-breast-cancer-awareness-poster-c12330381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 375px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://healthmap.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pink-ribbon-breast-cancer-awareness-poster-c12330381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As we all know October is Breast Cancer Awareness month. I want to share my story with you.  I apologize for the length. This is the condensed version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this date 8 years ago I found my lump. It was on a Saturday night and I remember it well . I was watching TV and something told me just to feel this particular spot. And there it was! It wasn't painful but I knew it didn't belong there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday I was going to call the doctor but had plans to go with my daughter and friends to Webster. Webster is home to a great farmers market with lots of really neat junk. Nothing was going to spoil my trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I did call my doctor. I was given an appointment for Thursday. He examined me and scheduled me for a mammogram. One out of eight women will get breast cancer, those are the grim statistics. Guess what??? There were 8 of us in the waiting room and guess who got called back? Me, of course! I was the one out of eight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journey with breast cancer began. I had to tell my 11 year old daughter that her mommie had cancer. It broke my heart. I was so afraid but went through all of it a with a big smile and great attitude and much much prayer and so much love and support from family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;I had a lumpectomy Nov 29 then another lumpectomy when I had the port put in Feb 2002 because I found another lump before beginning chemo. I had almost a 4 month wait to begin chemo and really don't know why it took so long. I got 6 rounds of a chemo cocktail consisting of 5-fluorouracil, Cytoxan and Adriamycin aka the red devil. Then 38 radiation treatments which included 5 super blasts called boosts. I took Tamoxifen for 2 1/2 years then have been on Arimidex since, will take it for 5 years. I had cancer it didn't have me became my new motto. Checkups every 6 months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend shaved my head when I started losing my hair. My sister cut her hair so super short and my brother buzzed his head. My Daddy asked me if my head got cold at night. My Mama looked at me funny, she was in failing health herself and sometimes I don't think she understood what was going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was 8 long years ago and I sometimes forget I ever had cancer. I still have my port and will keep it til it gives me trouble, there is no rush to take it out. I actually think God should make us with one of them already built in. They are GREAT if you can imagine such a thing. I do tend to freak out a little when it come to my 6 months checkup, worrying about my tumor markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 2009 I had the BRCA test done. This is a genetic test to see if I carry the breast cancer gene. It's only done by one lab in the world and it's in Salt Lake City, Utah. Very expensive and usually covered by insurance if your oncologist makes the request. My mother and her sister had breast cancer, my maternal grandmother had pancreatic cancer so he thought this a very good idea. I DO NOT CARRY THIS GENE!!! If Meagan gets cancer I didn't pass it on to her or any other member of my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God everyday for my life, for healing me and God continues to keep me cancer free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get your mammograms and do self exams!! Wear pink this month, I actually like pink now, didn't use to. Pray for a cure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5483572116538003653?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5483572116538003653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5483572116538003653' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5483572116538003653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5483572116538003653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/8-year-survivor.html' title='8 year survivor'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-768433634758222825</id><published>2009-10-05T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:51:59.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://aaagiclee.com/galleria/images/BS0002%20C4054%20Girls%20Night%20Out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://aaagiclee.com/galleria/images/BS0002%20C4054%20Girls%20Night%20Out.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Two women friends had gone for a girls' night out. Both were very faithful and loving wives, however they had gotten over-enthusiastic on the Bacardi Breezers.&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly drunk and walking home they needed to pee, so they stopped in the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;One of them had nothing to wipe with so she thought she would take off her panties and use them.&lt;br /&gt;Her friend however was wearing a rather expensive pair of panties and did not want to ruin them.&lt;br /&gt;She was lucky enough to squat down next to a grave that had a wreath with a ribbon on it, so she proceeded to wipe with that. &lt;br /&gt;After the girls did their business, they proceeded to go home.  &lt;br /&gt;The next day, the husband of one of the women was concerned that his normally sweet and innocent wife was still in bed hung over, so he phoned the other husband and said: &lt;br /&gt;"These girls nights have got to stop! I'm starting to suspect the worst. My wife came home with no panties!!" &lt;br /&gt;"That's nothing," said the other husband, "Mine came back with a card stuck to her ass that said..... 'From all of us at the Fire Station. We'll never forget you.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-768433634758222825?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/768433634758222825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=768433634758222825' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/768433634758222825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/768433634758222825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/10/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out!!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-836229612574615694</id><published>2009-09-28T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:09:11.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pro Bass Shop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://api.ning.com/files/5wxWNZ*OrJHACOljnc3SNPvkzdCrLPZx52Mem2W2ra7pyJiK68VG2VKa1uEXSYjevJ1wRF9wn914L0SV2beZHXa60wWjA17i/basspro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://api.ning.com/files/5wxWNZ*OrJHACOljnc3SNPvkzdCrLPZx52Mem2W2ra7pyJiK68VG2VKa1uEXSYjevJ1wRF9wn914L0SV2beZHXa60wWjA17i/basspro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another funny email I had to share. Just to get your week off on the right note!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blind Bass Pro Shop Salesperson &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman goes into Bass Pro Shop to buy a rod and reel for her grandson's birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to the counter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Bass Pro Shop associate is standing there wearing dark shades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says, 'Excuse me, sir. Can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, 'Ma'am, I'm completely blind; but if you'll drop it on the counter, I can tell you everything from the sound it makes.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She doesn't believe him but drops it on the counter anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He says, 'That's a six-foot Shakespeare graphite rod with a Zebco 404 reel and 10-LB. test line. It's a good all around combination and it's on sale this week for only $20.00.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She says, 'It's amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter. I'll take it!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As she opens her purse, her credit card drops on the floor. 'Oh, that sounds like a Master Card,' he says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She bends down to pick it up and accidentally farts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first she is really embarrassed, but then realizes there is no way the blind clerk could tell it was she who tooted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being blind, he wouldn't know that she was the only person around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The man rings up the sale and says, 'That'll be $34.50 please.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The woman is totally confused by this and asks, 'Didn't you tell me the rod and reel were on sale for $20.00? How did you get $34.50?' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He replies, 'Yes, Ma'am. The rod and reel is $20.00, but . . . the Duck Call is $11.00 and the Bear Repellent is $3.50.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-836229612574615694?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/836229612574615694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=836229612574615694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/836229612574615694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/836229612574615694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/09/pro-bass-shop.html' title='Pro Bass Shop'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3283169571425288301</id><published>2009-09-18T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T11:25:31.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.aerostar.com/coldair/images/Nair_Bottle_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 330px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.aerostar.com/coldair/images/Nair_Bottle_20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another funny to end this week! Not much happening here, haven't heard back from any job applications yet, what else is new huh??? Supposed to have rain this weekend, that is okay just wish it would cool off a bit. My pug, Fuji, was real sick earlier this week, took her to the vet. He told me her heart isn't beating correctly, she has a heart arrythmia. Got to get her over this bad cold she has first and then see what to do about her heart. Trying to keep her cool and relaxed. She is breathing better and will be 11 in a month. Her appetite is back. She is Queen Bee around here and always barking orders! Have a great weekend! Enjoy the funny below! I actually do not suggest doing this! This is an email someone sent me! Just a joke I hope ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor found out her dog could hardly hear so she took it to the veterinarian. He found that the problem was hair in its ears. So he cleaned both ears and the dog could hear fine.&lt;br /&gt;The vet then proceeded to tell the lady that if she wanted to keep this from recurring she should go to the store and get some 'Nair' hair remover and rub it in the dog's ears once a month.&lt;br /&gt;The lady goes to the drug store and gets some Nair' hair remover.&lt;br /&gt;At the register the druggist tells her, 'If you're going to use this under your arms don't use deodorant for a few days.'&lt;br /&gt;The lady says, 'I'm not using it under my arms.'&lt;br /&gt;The druggist says, 'Well if you're using it on your legs don't shave for a couple of days.'&lt;br /&gt;The lady says, 'I'm not using it on my legs either. If you must know, I'm using it on my schnauzer.'&lt;br /&gt;The druggist says, 'Stay off your bicycle for a week.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3283169571425288301?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3283169571425288301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3283169571425288301' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3283169571425288301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3283169571425288301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-update.html' title='Friday Update'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6971189052925454402</id><published>2009-09-11T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T18:58:46.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.efunnycartoons.com/funny-cartoons/110-old-couple-cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.efunnycartoons.com/funny-cartoons/110-old-couple-cartoon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to share this e-mail with ya'll..please don't think bad of me but I really needed a laugh today! Hope this gets your weekend off to a good start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Timer Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is too funny to be dirty - enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband leans over and asks his wife, 'Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years ago? We went behind the village tavern where you leaned against the back fence and I made love to you.'&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she says, 'I remember it well..'&lt;br /&gt;OK,' he says, 'How about taking a stroll around there again and we can do it for old time's sake?'&lt;br /&gt;Oh Jim, you old devil, that sounds like a crazy, but good idea!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A police officer sitting in the next booth heard their conversation and, having a chuckle to himself, he thinks to himself, I've got to see these two old-timers having sex against a fence. I'll just keep an eye on them so there's no trouble. So he follows them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elderly couple walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for support aided by walking sticks.. Finally, they get to the back of the tavern and make their way to the fence.. The old lady lifts her skirt and the old man drops his trousers. As she leans against the fence, the old man moves in.. Then suddenly they erupt into the most furious sex that the policeman has ever seen. This goes on for about ten minutes while both are making loud noises and moaning and screaming. Finally, they both collapse, panting on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life and old age that he didn't know..&lt;br /&gt;After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The policeman, is still watching and thinks to himself, this is truly amazing, I've got to ask them what their secret is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as the couple passes, he says to them,' Excuse me, but that was something else. You must've had a fantastic sex life together.. Is there some sort of secret to this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaking, the old man is barely able to reply, 'Fifty years ago that wasn't an electric fence.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6971189052925454402?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6971189052925454402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6971189052925454402' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6971189052925454402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6971189052925454402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/09/fence.html' title='The fence'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-990827639146868876</id><published>2009-08-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:04:39.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't believe!!</title><content type='html'>I got turned down for 3 jobs this week. 2 at Lakeland Regional Medical Center, the fancy name for our hospital, for patient access representative and 1 at Watson Clinic for security guard/hospitality hostess. I'm pretty sure I could check someone into the hospital or push them around in a wheelchair or drive the tram out in the parking lot at the clinic.. Guess these HR people don't know me very well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to have 2 teeth pulled on Monday, it was supposed to be this last Wednesday but my BP was too high. I wonder why??? Maybe cause I was having 2 teeth pulled??? I also forgot to take my BP meds that morning. The dentist told me to go home, take my meds and be back at 3pm. When I went to start my car it was dead, nothing, zip, nada. Had to call Meagan at work, she picked me up and I took her back to work. Came home, took meds, went back at 3pm and BP was still the same! Come back Monday, she said and we will try again. Since my car was dead, had to have it towed to the shop. Thought it was the alternator gone bad again but was only the battery cable broken in two. So it only cost me $30 instead of the $200 I thought it might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was online taking a test for Publix when a Verizon tech put my phone out while working on the neighbor's phone which was out. Lost my internet connection and fouled up my test. He left my phone out when he left, I only had express dial tone and no one could call me either for over 24 hours. Had to call repair from the edt  and they told it would fixed by 8pm tonight. It was back in service by 230pm today. I called Publix this afternoon after I had a dial tone and she said they had sent me an email telling me I would be able to finish taking the test. Wish me luck and pray for me. The rest of the test is on Microsoft Word, Access, Excel and Data entry. I will do that Saturday morning. Even if I pass doesn't mean I will get a job but I did make it far enough to take the test. I thought that was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was your week??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-990827639146868876?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/990827639146868876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=990827639146868876' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/990827639146868876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/990827639146868876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-wont-believe.html' title='You won&apos;t believe!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1952186852859764930</id><published>2009-08-21T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T20:04:17.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Important Women's Health Issue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.az-restaurant.com/glass/marg-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.az-restaurant.com/glass/marg-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you have feelings of inadequacy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you suffer from shyness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you sometimes wish you were more assertive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you answered yes to any of these questions, ask your doctor or pharmacist about Margaritas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margaritas are the safe, natural way to feel better and more confident about yourself and your actions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margaritas can help ease you out of your shyness and let you tell the world that you're ready and willing to do just about anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will notice the benefits of Margaritas almost immediately and with a regimen of regular doses you can overcome any obstacles that prevent you from living the life you want to live. Shyness and awkwardness will be a thing of the past and you will discover many talents you never knew you had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop hiding and start living with Margaritas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Margaritas may not be right for everyone. Women who are pregnant or nursing should not use Margaritas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, women who wouldn't mind nursing or becoming pregnant are encouraged to try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Side effects may include: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dizziness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nausea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vomiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incarceration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erotic lustfulness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loss of motor control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loss of clothing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loss of money &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loss of virginity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Table dancing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Headache &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dehydration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dry mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a desire to sing Karaoke!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WARNINGS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you are whispering when you are not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to tell your friends over and over again that you love them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consumption of Margaritas may cause you to think you can sing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The consumption of Margaritas may make you think you can logically converse with members of the opposite sex without spitting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great weekend!! I may have to get me one or two of these! WAIT, I'm on prescrip pain meds and antibiotics right now as I have a serious toothache and infection. Will most likely be having 2 teeth pulled next Wednesday cause I can't afford a root canal, crown and a bridge to make it pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1952186852859764930?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1952186852859764930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1952186852859764930' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1952186852859764930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1952186852859764930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/08/important-womens-health-issue.html' title='Important Women&apos;s Health Issue'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-487400611853857362</id><published>2009-08-09T08:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T10:17:56.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At a loss</title><content type='html'>That sweet, sweet Linnea asked me where I had been lately. In a quandry, mostly. Out of my mind, too! I was going to post my outrage at my Lakeland Electric bill, the most recent one. Normally our meter is read every 28 days but this time it was 40 days. Over 63,000 customers have humongous bills, me included! I haven't found a job yet and unemployment isn't that much to help pay this bill. I could pay it but would have 0 left over to get me thru 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at a loss. I lost one of my very closest friends Saturday morning. Cause of death will be a heart attack. Her husband thinks her new meds did it. She went to the hospital last Sunday, not feeling too good and difficulty breathing. Diagnosed with congestive heart failure, released on Wednesday afternoon.  I called her, she told me they sent her home with 7 prescriptions. She had an appointment on the 12th next week to see the cardiologist. She took the meds on Thursady and started feeling very bad , went to the ER and they said she had indigestion and sent her home. She did not take her meds on Friday. Saturday morning she ate her cereal and took her meds. She started feeling bad, things got worse and 911 was called. They resuscitated her 4 times  and flatlined each time. The doctor in the ER worked on her for an hour and could not bring her back. My wonderful, beautiful friend was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told me me tht she hadn't been feeling so good since January and had been to the doctor. She gained 30 pounds since January and this was obviously due to the CHF. She leaves a husband, 2 daughters, stepson, stepdaughter and several grandchildren. We did so many crazy things together. I went to see my first Chippendale knockoff dancer. I went to a biker bar and played darts. It wasn't that wild of a place, after all it was next door to a gas station. She gave me a baby shower. So many fun times at work and many long talks. She had the best laugh and a great smile. Her husband and her had just planned to take a 3 week trip on the motorcyle and go wherever the wind blew them. They were working really hard on their marriage. Her youngest daughter, Allison, 17, will be a senior when schools start and just made captain of the cheerleading team. She kept her grandaughter since Samantha couldn't take care of her. She became a new Mama again. She was full of life and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was let go from her Verizon job after 30+ years of service. In the past few years she was a supervisor. They are cutting back drastically, letting craft and management go left and right. She was under a great deal of stress, she smoked and did imbibe. She was diagnosed several years ago with cardiomyopathy, inherited from her father who died from that. Her brother has it and her sister was recently diagnosed with it. Cardiomyopathy and CHF don't make a good combo plus she had high BP which was being treated. Her husband told me he was going to pursue the meds aspect, sounds like a good idea to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at a loss for everything at the moment. Numb, sick, sad, empty. Vicki was 50 years young.&lt;br /&gt;I will miss my friend, her laugh, her smile, her craziness. My friends mean so much to me and all of you in bloggyland included. Goodbye Vicki!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-487400611853857362?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/487400611853857362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=487400611853857362' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/487400611853857362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/487400611853857362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/08/at-loss.html' title='At a loss'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6340899624354465171</id><published>2009-07-30T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:34:39.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny for Thursday</title><content type='html'>Short Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man and a woman who had never met before, but who were both married to other people,found themselves assigned to the same sleeping room on a trans-continental train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though initially embarrassed and uneasy over sharing a room, they  were both very tired and fell asleep quickly, he in the upper berth and she in  the lower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 1:00 AM, the man leaned down and gently woke the woman saying,..........     'Ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but would you be willing to reach into the closet  to get me a second blanket? I'm awfully cold.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I have a better idea,' she replied 'Just for tonight,...... let's pretend that we're married.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wow!...................... That's a great idea!', he exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Good,' she replied. ............'Get your own darn blanket.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of silence, .....................he farted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6340899624354465171?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6340899624354465171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6340899624354465171' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6340899624354465171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6340899624354465171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/funny-for-thursday.html' title='Funny for Thursday'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3479805422556687552</id><published>2009-07-22T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T17:08:07.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepy, Yes or No??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/TV2/archive/00568/Omer-bhatti-liten_568334a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/TV2/archive/00568/Omer-bhatti-liten_568334a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say this kid, Omer Bhatti, is Michael Jackson's first child born in 1984, now 25 years old. He sat on the front row at Michael's funeral with Janet and LaToya and the rest of the Jackson family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is supposedly a love child out of a one night get-together with a Norwegian woman possibly. Elizabeth Taylor introduced the woman to him but she is not saying who the woman is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has lived in Norway for many years but had been seen on occasions at Neverland Ranch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this kid has already had plastic surgery at a young age, kinda looks creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I like his music but he was very strange to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3479805422556687552?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3479805422556687552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3479805422556687552' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3479805422556687552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3479805422556687552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/creepy-yes-or-no.html' title='Creepy, Yes or No??'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-353206406577659551</id><published>2009-07-11T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:46:34.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Meagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mehmetjan.com/myspace/comments/myspace-comments/myspace-comments-1/myspace-happy-birthday-comments/myspace-happy-birthday-comments-7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.mehmetjan.com/myspace/comments/myspace-comments/myspace-comments-1/myspace-happy-birthday-comments/myspace-happy-birthday-comments-7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan Michelle Walker was born 19 years ago on the 11th of July in 1990.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She weighed 9lbs, 8oz. If I had made it to the due date, she would have been over 10lbs. She was delivered by c-section a few days ahead of time. The ob said she would never fit thru the birth canal. My hips weren't big enough, sure could have fooled me. I guess that is because I see them from the outside and he was looking inside! She had a perfectly shaped head due to the c-section, no conehead for our long awaited little one. Seems like yesterday and now she is young woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to do with a little baby then and still don't know what to with a young woman. I have to let her explore the world but it's a GREAT BIG SCARY WORLD out there now. I can give her guidance and offer advice but ultimately she has to make the right choice. I want to keep her safe and close to me. Thank you God for my miracle baby. I had 2 previous miscarriages early on and never thought I would have another child. I had been married 8 years when I got pregnant with Meagan. I had her at 38, my husband was 42. I had never seen him happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 19th Birthday, Meagan!!! God bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love , Mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-353206406577659551?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/353206406577659551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=353206406577659551' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/353206406577659551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/353206406577659551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-meagan.html' title='Happy Birthday, Meagan'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1077788798241893570</id><published>2009-07-09T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:14:39.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You got skeeters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worst-jobs.com/cartoons/mosquito-researcher-insect-photo-cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 279px;" src="http://www.worst-jobs.com/cartoons/mosquito-researcher-insect-photo-cartoon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kinda what I look like when I go outside with the dogs in the backyard. I have on more clothes and I am a female, but you get the picture. Usually I try to remember to coat myself with OFF insect repellent or Cutter Skinsations. They are ready to get you as soon as you open the door. I spray around the door inside and out. I am going to call mosquito control and see if they will spray in our neighborhood. Years ago they sprayed on a regular basis, guess our town grew too big so now you have to call. I dump out water in pots, etc where they might breed and put mosquito dunks in the birdbath. Kills the larvae but won't harm birds or animals. You got skeeters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ams just waiting for the first cold spell to kill them back. HA HA!! From now til then I will be slapping and swatting and spraying! Oh, let's not forget itching and scratching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1077788798241893570?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1077788798241893570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1077788798241893570' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1077788798241893570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1077788798241893570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-backyard.html' title='You got skeeters?'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5626300965256975343</id><published>2009-07-08T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:02:27.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby taught me something new!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flowersforeveryone.com.au/images/products/large/wkxkuqdi8s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.flowersforeveryone.com.au/images/products/large/wkxkuqdi8s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very dear friend, Libby, taught me how to add pictures from Google to my blog. These beautiful flowers are for you Libby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it won't be quite so bland, it will have color and imagery. Then if Meagan, my at home computer guru, will help with photos I can show you my 4 legged furry friends and other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, Libby!! Next time we will tackle the here link. This is all the learning I could handle tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5626300965256975343?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5626300965256975343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5626300965256975343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5626300965256975343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5626300965256975343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/libby-taught-me-something-new.html' title='Libby taught me something new!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5324907004203330738</id><published>2009-07-03T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:22:03.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July, USA</title><content type='html'>My pets and I want to wish each and every one of you a Happy 4th of July as we celebrate the birthday of the United States of America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun BBQing, picnicking, swimming, boating, fireworks, sparklers, whatever you do to celebrate this glorious day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too stinkin hot where we are to be outside and you can't do those things inside for sure! Then there are the mosquitoes, they lie in wait just waiting for you to open the door and they dare you to come outside. I cover myself with insect repellent from head to toe, hoping I didn't miss a spot! Then the attack begins, they are buzzing everywhere and with all the rain we've had I think they are worse now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your 3 day weekend, they don't happen often enough! Play safe and have fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5324907004203330738?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5324907004203330738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5324907004203330738' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5324907004203330738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5324907004203330738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-of-july-usa.html' title='Happy 4th of July, USA'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8193049229436999902</id><published>2009-06-28T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T09:40:21.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop by</title><content type='html'>My cousin Trish's daughter,  Alyssa, has started a cooking/baking blog. For some of the best looking and tasting cinnamon buns on this side of heaven please drop in on her. She has photos of the whole process from start to finish and the end result looks mighty pleasing to the eye! I can smell the aroma of cinnamon filling the whole house while they are baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog assistant is not here to help me link to here so go to &lt;a href="http://www.thebakingbandit.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thebakingbandit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; and see for yourself those great buns! Give them a try and let her know what you think. She would appreciate the comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8193049229436999902?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8193049229436999902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8193049229436999902' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8193049229436999902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8193049229436999902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/06/please-stop-by.html' title='Please stop by'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3948582467945489602</id><published>2009-06-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:21:20.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What A Week!!!</title><content type='html'>I may have posted the funny listed below before, if so I'm sorry. I just needed help with getting a smile on my face this morning! I had a very rough last week. Meagan had foot/ankle surgery last Friday. She has 2 very large incisions on the inside and outside of her foot. She had 2 surgeries on the same foot. On crutches for the moment then either a cast or walking boot for 6 weeks or more. I'm her private duty nurse, chef, chauffeur, etc until she can get back to normal . Absolutely no weight on that foot, what a balancing act that is! Terrible dog fight one day. Just a bad week no matter how I look at it!! My sister really told me off in an email. So here is to next week and better days ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maintain A Healthy Level Of Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't DisguiseYour Voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks . Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. In the Memo Field Of All Your Cheques, Write ' For Marijuana'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Skip down the hall Rather Than Walk and see how many looks you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat,with a serious face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sing Along At The Opera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because You have a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When Leaving the Zoo, Start Running towards the FRONT Parking lot, Yelling 'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And The Final Way To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. PICK UP A BOX OF CONDOMS AT THE PHARMACY, GO TO THE COUNTER AND ASK WHERE THE FITTING ROOM IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this Public Service Announcement has been helpful in bringing many smiles to you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3948582467945489602?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3948582467945489602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3948582467945489602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3948582467945489602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3948582467945489602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-week.html' title='What A Week!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7407401048864242768</id><published>2009-06-15T19:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:06:19.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodwill and Gidget, the new Pug</title><content type='html'>Yes, Libby and I went to the Goodwill last week. She bought so many cute things for herself and 2 of her grands. We then went to Sonny's BBQ for pulled pork sandwiches, hers on garlic bread and mine on a toasted bun, both then slathered in BBQ sauce, plus crinkle fries and cole slaw. It sure hit the spot after all that shopping. Let's not forget the really big drinks we had, too. Iced tea with lots of lemon and Libby had root beer. It was so stinkin' hot that day and even in the store. We both were just drippin' with sweat. The big iced drinks just hit the spot! I thought I did so good not to get any sauce on my shirt. Then I stood up and there it was, in 2 big spots. Went to the ladies room to wash it out. HA HA, not with that soap, I needed grease remover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her daughter Steph called to see if we were still there at the store cause she was looking for an entry table. By now Mr. Steve had joined us, so back to Goodwill we go. No table, so we then went to Salvation Army Thrift Store. Nothing there either, although she found a few more things for the kids. They were going to Wal-Mart but I went on home. I had something VERY important to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my friend's niece to meet me so I could pick up Gidget, the pug. I grabbed a harness and leash and took off to Winter Haven in my rickety old car. I knocked on the door and the dogs all greeted me. Gidget was so scared. It was all we could do to get the harness on her, she was too big and it was too little. She had an accident on the kitchen floor cause she was so scared. It was heartbreaking to take her from her home and her 4 other dog companions. Cindy won't be able to be on her own for some time and her sister told her she has to find homes for the dogs. She wanted me to have Gidget since I have Fuji, a pug also. We went to the car and she hopped right in and we then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Gidget very soon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing on my mind...is anyone else having trouble viewing blogs, for 3 weeks at least when I go to another blog, I almost immediately get a box with an error message from Internet Explorer saying it can't open,etc and shuts it down. It takes several tries and then sometimes I still can't view a blog. So I am trying to read all of your enties but sometimes I just can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7407401048864242768?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7407401048864242768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7407401048864242768' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7407401048864242768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7407401048864242768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/06/goodwill-and-gidget-new-pug.html' title='Goodwill and Gidget, the new Pug'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-85816014199908781</id><published>2009-06-08T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:42:20.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yippee Yippee</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from Libby. We were just yakking away and she asked if I had been to our favorite store lately. I told her no. She said " Do you want to go tomorrow?" I then asked are you coming down?? Boy, talk about a SURPRISE!!! She was already here! DH will drop her off at 1030am on Tuesday and lookout Goodwill cause here we come! I asked if she brought along a U-Haul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby and her DH had come down the other day, they had been visiting their parents in North Florida and came on down the rest of the way to Winter Haven. I am so happy I just might have to do the Happy dance!! Wish all of you could be here with us. We would have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, Happy Happy, that's me! I really needed this great surprise from my wonderful friend!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-85816014199908781?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/85816014199908781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=85816014199908781' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/85816014199908781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/85816014199908781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/06/yippee-yippee.html' title='Yippee Yippee'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6965881299945734810</id><published>2009-06-01T11:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T14:35:58.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph and Edna</title><content type='html'>My sister sent me this e-mail this morning and thought I would share for a Monday funny! The rain seems to be gone for the moment and we are back to SWELTERING!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love story of Ralph and Edna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ralph and Edna were both patients in a mental hospital.. One day while they were walking past the hospital swimming pool Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end.He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom and pulled him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Head Nurse Director became aware of Edna 's heroic act she immediately ordered her to be discharged from the hospital, as she now considered her to be mentally stable.&lt;br /&gt;When she went to tell Edna the news she said, ' Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is you're being discharged, since you were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping in and saving the life of the person you love. I have concluded that your act displays sound mindedness.The bad news is, Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt right after you saved him. I am so sorry, but he's dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edna replied, 'He didn't hang himself; I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Mental Health Day! You can do your bit by remembering to send an email to an unstable friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6965881299945734810?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6965881299945734810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6965881299945734810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6965881299945734810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6965881299945734810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-funny.html' title='Ralph and Edna'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7572877628394452762</id><published>2009-05-30T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:11:38.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help??? Dog Dilemma</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday night my very good friend Cindy and I were talking on the phone. She sounded very sleepy, words slurred. She told me she had taken a sleeping pill cause she was very tired. She told me she had been drooling all day out of the left side of her mouth. I should have told her to call 911 that very minute but I didn't even though I was very concerned. I just attributed her symptoms to being so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I called her at work. She works the info desk at the Winter Haven Hospital. The lady who answered told me Cindy was in the ER. I said no, she works the desk. She said no, she is in the ER. After 4 phone calls, I found out they were taking her to a room. When I finally talked with her, she said she had had a mini stroke. When she got to work Sunday at 11am, no one could make sense out of what she was saying, all garbled and gobbledy gook. She told them she was going to go home, they made her go to the ER. Thank God!! She had another stroke sometime during Monday night. This was all caused by the fact she has diabetes, high cholesterol and high blood pressure. She had been a ticking timebomb the neurologist told her after CAT scans and MRIs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan and I went to see her today. 2 weeks ago Cindy and I were at our GTE reunion luncheon. We were laughing and having such a good time. Today was a whole different story. Her stroke was on the right side of her brain so it has affected her whole left side. She is in the rehab unit now getting therapy several times a day. The doctor told her he thought she would be back 100% but it will take time. She wants it to happen now and I reminded her it will take time. She has suffered major trauma to her brain and body. When she is discharged from the hospital she will go her sister's to stay for the time being. I really don't know if she will be able to go home to live by herself. She told me she wants me to take care of her when she gets to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the dilemma. She has 5 little dogs at home. Her family is helping take care of them now. She has 2 Schnauzers, a Chinese Crested powder puff, a Pug and her son, a Schnug. She told me today she will have to give up her dogs. She will be at her sister's for some time, the sister has 4 dogs of her own. Today she asked me if I wouid take Gidget the Pug. I had to hold back the tears and she had tears in her eyes, too. Cindy loves her dogs so very much and she hates being away from them. Her Gidget is a jealous little pug and so is my Fuji the pug. Both are bossy. Will they all get along??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Meagan tonight we would take Gidget on a temporary basis till Cindy can take care of her once again. As for the other dogs, her niece has Lucy the powder puff, her brother may take one of the schnauzers but that still leaves 2. I hate to see them split apart, they have been together for years ! I have 6 of my own, I need to find someone to take the others. Libby where are you when I need you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7572877628394452762?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7572877628394452762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7572877628394452762' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7572877628394452762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7572877628394452762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/05/help-dog-dilemma.html' title='Help??? Dog Dilemma'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1042230092969764070</id><published>2009-05-22T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:44:25.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>Hooray, it is Friday and that means a 3 day weekend for most everyone. The Today show today just made the statement it's the official start of summer. Newsflash!!! If you are in Florida, it started about 7 weeks ago. Actually I believe summer starts June 21 or in that vicinity. I think she meant to say it is the kickoff for the summer season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is our 11th day of rain in a row! I got a new neighbor the other day. The house has a very large workshop that goes with it. He has been hauling in loads of wood from the local lumberyard. And lots of animals, two by two. He has a wonderful wife who loves animals and 2 helpful sons. I hear lots of hammering and sawing going on all hours of the day and night. I noticed a dove circling, looks like she has an olive branch in her mouth. I went over the other day and introduced myself and so did he. His name is Noah and he is building an ark! That is just how much rain we have had. It's wonderful and eveything is so green. The Aquifer that runs under Florida should be close to being replenished I would think. We really need the rain, the lakes are so low and the lawns were so brown and crunchy. We have definitely gotten our money's worth! Thank you God for this rain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend and remember to honor those who gaves their lives for us and our country in all the wars over the many decades on Monday, Memorial Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I do have 3 sets of new neighbors but none named Noah that I am aware of!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1042230092969764070?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1042230092969764070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1042230092969764070' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1042230092969764070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1042230092969764070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Happy Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5690681203933032744</id><published>2009-05-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:47:07.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://justaskmarlene.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy_mothers_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://justaskmarlene.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/happy_mothers_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to wish all of you out there in blogland all over the world a Happy Mother's Day. I don't know all of you personally but in my heart I really feel that I do! Each of you mean a great deal to me. It's nice to know I have so many wonderful friends that care about me and vice versa, no matter what is going on in our lives, from the serious to the mundane to the hilarious. Have a wonderful and very blessed day! Enjoy yourselves!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5690681203933032744?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5690681203933032744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5690681203933032744' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5690681203933032744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5690681203933032744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4768204691716012264</id><published>2009-05-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:28:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To all you wonderful women</title><content type='html'>By the time the Lord made woman, He was into his sixth day of working overtime.&lt;br /&gt;An angel appeared and said, 'Why are you spending so much time on this one?'&lt;br /&gt;And the Lord answered, 'Have you seen my spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic, have over 200 movable parts, all replaceable and able to run on diet coke and leftovers, have a lap that can hold four children at one time, have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart -and she will do everything with only two hands.'&lt;br /&gt;The angel was astounded at the requirements. 'Only two hands!? No way! And that's just on the standard model? That's too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.'&lt;br /&gt;'But I won't , ' the Lord protested. 'I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can work 18 hour days.'&lt;br /&gt;The angel moved closer and touched the woman. 'But you have made her so soft, Lord.'&lt;br /&gt;'She is soft,' the Lord agreed, 'but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.'&lt;br /&gt;'Will she be able to think?', asked the angel.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied, 'Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason and negotiate.' The angel then noticed something, and reaching out, touched the woman's cheek. 'Oops, it looks like you have a leak in this model. I told you that you were trying to put too much into this one.' 'That's not a leak,' the Lord corrected, 'that's a tear!' 'What's the tear for?' the angel asked.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said, 'The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her pain, her disappointment, her love, her loneliness, her grief and her pride.'&lt;br /&gt;The angel was impressed. 'You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything! Woman is truly amazing.' And she is! Women have strengths that amaze men. They bear hardships and they carry burdens, but they hold happiness, love and joy. They smile when they want to scream. They sing when they want to cry. They cry when they are happy and laugh when they are nervous. They fight for what they believe in. They stand up to injustice. They don't take 'no' for an answer when they believe there is a better solution. They go without so their family can have. They go to the doctor with a frightened friend. They love unconditionally. They cry when their children excel and cheer when their friends get awards. They are happy when they hear about a birth or a wedding. Their hearts break when a friend dies. They grieve at the loss of a family member, yet they are strong when they think there is no strength left. They know that a hug and a kiss can heal a broken heart. Women come in all shapes, sizes and colors. They'll drive, fly, walk, run or e-mail you to show how much they care about you. The heart of a woman is what makes the world keep turning. They bring joy, hope and love. They have compassion and ideals. They give moral support to their family and friends. Women have vital things to say and everything to give.&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, IF THERE IS ONE TINY FLAW IN WOMEN, IT IS THAT THEY FORGET THEIR WORTH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4768204691716012264?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4768204691716012264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4768204691716012264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4768204691716012264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4768204691716012264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-all-you-wonderful-women.html' title='To all you wonderful women'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1074808299881428254</id><published>2009-05-01T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T07:27:42.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like pineapple, try this!!!</title><content type='html'>If you like pineapple you might want to try this cake recipe. I have been wanting to share this for awhile just kept forgetting about it. I've made this cake several times for get togethers and they just about lick the pan clean, they manage to get every last bit of icing. Hope you try it sometime! I just might make one this weekend. The kitchen smells so good while this is baking in the oven. Just be sure the cake is thoroughly COOLED or the icing will melt. Be sure you don't drain the pineapple. I shared the recipe with Sharon at the Queen's blog for her luau themed birthday party this past weekend. Haven't heard if she made the cake or not. So easy! Enjoy!! Wishing everyone a fun filled weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PINEAPPLE DREAM CAKE&lt;br /&gt;• 1 box yellow cake mix&lt;br /&gt;• 1⁄2 cup oil&lt;br /&gt;• 3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;• 2 20-ounce cans crushed pineapple — undrained&lt;br /&gt;• 1⁄4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;• 1 8-ounce tub of Cool Whip&lt;br /&gt;• 2 small packages of instant vanilla pudding mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.&lt;br /&gt;Lightly grease a 9x13 cake pan. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;Mix cake mix, oil, eggs, water and one can of crushed pineapple in a large bowl until all the ingredients are blended.&lt;br /&gt;Pour batter into the cake pan and bake for 40 minutes or until a knife comes out clean.&lt;br /&gt;Let cake cool in pan completely.&lt;br /&gt;When the cake is cool, make the frosting.&lt;br /&gt;With an electric mixer on low speed, beat Cool Whip, pudding mix and the other can of crushed pineapple.&lt;br /&gt;Beat for about 3 minutes, making sure the pudding mixture has been fully disolved.&lt;br /&gt;Spoon the topping on the cake in a thick layer.&lt;br /&gt;Chill in the refrigerator before serving, or serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1074808299881428254?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1074808299881428254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1074808299881428254' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1074808299881428254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1074808299881428254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-you-like-pineapple-try-this.html' title='If you like pineapple, try this!!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8559615372410236110</id><published>2009-04-30T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:13:01.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy update</title><content type='html'>I have an update on my little Sassy. Her appetite has picked up tremendously, simply amazing! She wanders into the kitchen to see what I'm fixing for her. The antibiotics seem to have made her feel so much better. She is still a little wobbly, I think that is due to neurological damage from the little seizures. At this very moment she is gobbling up Solid Gold Wee Bit dry food, made with fresh bison and other good stuff for her. She usually has hamburger a little on the rare side or fully cooked chicken cut up in tiny bites, no rare chicken for me or my animals. I tried baby food and she wanted no part of that stuff. She did like the canned cat food liver and chicken. Her ribs don't seem to be showing anymore. Her little tail wags all the time. I need to weigh her on a digital scale to see how many ounces she has gained. Due to my wonderful, loving 24 hour care I think she is on the mend and will be with me for a little while longer. Many thanks for all of your thoughts and prayers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida is really starting to warm up very quickly. The mornings are still cool but after luch it gets a little sticky. I am really going to miss the cooler weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meagan, my daughter, works at the Covenant Presbyterian Child Development Center. One of the little boys, Kade, brought her a gorgeous bouquet of store bought spring flowers today with a note attached with a hand drawn heart and he signed his name in 4 year old writing. All those kids really love her! That made her day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to see much of Libby, saw her last Thursday, maybe next week will be better. I'm having car trouble again so I'm pretty much limited to where I can go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8559615372410236110?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8559615372410236110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8559615372410236110' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8559615372410236110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8559615372410236110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/sassy-update.html' title='Sassy update'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1656434201422502027</id><published>2009-04-26T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:12:15.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaper Health Care</title><content type='html'>TOP TEN INDICATORS THAT YOUR EMPLOYER HAS CHANGED TO A CHEAPER HEALTH CARE PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;(10) Your annual breast exam is done at Hooters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(9) Directions to your doctor's office include"Take a left when you enter the trailer park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(8) The tongue depressors taste faintly of Fudgesicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(7) The only proctologist in the plan is "Gus" from Roto-Rooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6) The only item listed under Preventive Care Coverage is "an apple a day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5) Your primary care physician is wearing the pants you gave to Goodwill last month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4) "The patient is responsible for 200% of out-of-network charges," is not a typographical error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) The only expense covered 100% is "embalming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Your Prozac comes in different colors with little M's on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE NUMBER ONE SIGN YOU'VE JOINED A VERY CHEAP HEALTH CARE PLAN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) You ask for Viagra and they give you a Popsicle stick and Duct Tape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1656434201422502027?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1656434201422502027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1656434201422502027' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1656434201422502027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1656434201422502027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/cheaper-health-care.html' title='Cheaper Health Care'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-962967226754848564</id><published>2009-04-21T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:19:07.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting News Item...NOT</title><content type='html'>This was in the news the other day. Have you ever heard of this lake ?? They say it has been spelled several different ways over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Chargoggagoggmanchaugg-agoggchaubunagungamaugg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to pronounce this and where is it located!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is located in Webster, Massachusetts and is called Lake Webster for short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it is the correct spelling? Do you really care?? Neither do I!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you learned something new today, is it significant....... NO!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-962967226754848564?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/962967226754848564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=962967226754848564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/962967226754848564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/962967226754848564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/interesting-news-itemnot.html' title='Interesting News Item...NOT'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8440111537438754144</id><published>2009-04-21T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:03:44.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hazards of Hunting</title><content type='html'>This was just too funny not to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked over to a tree and propped up his gun. Just then a gust of wind blew, the gun fell over, and discharged ... shooting him in the genitals.&lt;br /&gt;Several hours later, lying in a hospital bed, he was approached by his doctor.'Well sir, I have some good news and some bad news.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that you are going to be OK. The damage was local to your groin, there  was very little internal damage and we were able to remove all of the buckshot...&lt;br /&gt; 'What's the bad news?' asked the hunter.&lt;br /&gt;'The bad news is that there was some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your penis.  I'm going to have to refer you to my sister.&lt;br /&gt;''Well I guess that isn't too bad,' the hunter replied. 'Is your sister a plastic surgeon?&lt;br /&gt;''Not exactly.' answered the doctor. 'She's a flute player in the Syracuse Symphony. She's going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don't piss in your eye.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8440111537438754144?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8440111537438754144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8440111537438754144' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8440111537438754144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8440111537438754144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/hazards-of-hunting.html' title='The Hazards of Hunting'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8402038345389511602</id><published>2009-04-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T14:09:33.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday's funny</title><content type='html'>I needed a laugh this morning and here is what my dear friend sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty  bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket.&lt;br /&gt;He opened his newspaper and  began reading. After a few minutes the man  turned to the priest and asked,"Father, what causes arthritis?&lt;br /&gt;The priest replies, 'My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of a bath.'&lt;br /&gt;The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,' then returned to his paper.&lt;br /&gt;The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. 'I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong.  How long  have you had arthritis?'&lt;br /&gt;The drunk answered, 'I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL: Make sure you understand the question  before offering the answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8402038345389511602?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8402038345389511602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8402038345389511602' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8402038345389511602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8402038345389511602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/mondays-funny.html' title='Monday&apos;s funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8008986358971076247</id><published>2009-04-19T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:37:49.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go read this!!</title><content type='html'>Head on over to Meagan's blog, &lt;a href="http://www.themooseclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.themooseclub.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. Please remember I am blog challenged so I can't just type here for you to go to. She has a new post finally about our other boxer. We had him several years ago and now he waits for us at The Bridge. He was a beautiful brindle and had the best personality. All boxers have great personalities and are big kids til their dying day. A great tribute to Chancer. I am always calling Blitz, the boxer we have now, Chancer. They are alike in so many ways!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8008986358971076247?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8008986358971076247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8008986358971076247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8008986358971076247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8008986358971076247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/go-read-this.html' title='Go read this!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1611381996225296397</id><published>2009-04-16T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T12:00:33.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been there, Done that</title><content type='html'>The Naked Truth..... and here it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place.&lt;br /&gt;Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors.&lt;br /&gt;Every stall is occupied. Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.&lt;br /&gt;You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!&lt;br /&gt;The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty.&lt;br /&gt;You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."&lt;br /&gt;In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance." To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.&lt;br /&gt;In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!"&lt;br /&gt;Your thighs shake more. You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).&lt;br /&gt;That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail.&lt;br /&gt;Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;"Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course.&lt;br /&gt;You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try.&lt;br /&gt;You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."&lt;br /&gt;By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too. At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.&lt;br /&gt;You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."&lt;br /&gt;As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!). It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!&lt;br /&gt;This HAD to be written by a woman! No one else could describe it so accurately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable, Always Lifts You Up, Never Lets You Down or Leaves You Hanging And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1611381996225296397?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1611381996225296397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1611381996225296397' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1611381996225296397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1611381996225296397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/been-there-done-that.html' title='Been there, Done that'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8036175839734673731</id><published>2009-04-14T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:07:48.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed a laugh today</title><content type='html'>I'm off to the vet to get antibiotics for Sassy. I'm going to try that before doing anything else. Her WBC was high indicating infection somewhere so if it will help her I'm going to try. She is eating somewhat better, still weak though. I am also considering the seizure medicine. It's possible she has some brain damage due to the small seizures. I just don't what to do. She has good days and not so good days. She is alert and knows who I am and aware of her surroundings. The tech recommended I try Science Diet A/D full of iron and vitamins, used for very ill dogs such as after surgery or being hit by a car. On a much lighter note, read on  below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaseline Survey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man doing market research knocked on a door and was greeted by a young woman with three small children running around at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'I'm doing some research for Vaseline. Have you ever used the product?'&lt;br /&gt;She says, 'Yes, my husband and I use it all the time.'&lt;br /&gt;'And if you don't mind me asking, what do you use it for?'&lt;br /&gt;'We use it for sex.'&lt;br /&gt;The researcher was a little taken back. 'Usually people lie to me and say that they use it on a child's bicycle chain or to help with a gate hinge. But, in fact, I know that most people do use it for sex. I admire you for your honesty. Since you've been frank so far, can you tell me exactly how you use it for sex?'&lt;br /&gt;The woman says, 'I don't mind telling you at all... We put it on the door knob and it keeps the kids out.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought it was going to be a dirty joke! Shame on you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8036175839734673731?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8036175839734673731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8036175839734673731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8036175839734673731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8036175839734673731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-needed-laugh-today.html' title='I needed a laugh today'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8190256599944822885</id><published>2009-04-13T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T05:16:21.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To get your week started</title><content type='html'>GAMES FOR WHEN WE ARE OLDER&lt;br /&gt; 1. Sag, you're It.&lt;br /&gt; 2. Hide and go pee.&lt;br /&gt; 3. 20 questions shouted into your good ear.&lt;br /&gt; 4. Kick the bucket&lt;br /&gt; 5. Red Rover, Red Rover, the nurse says Bend Over.&lt;br /&gt; 6. Musical recliners.&lt;br /&gt; 7. Simon says - something incoherent.&lt;br /&gt; 8. Pin the Toupee on the bald guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGNS OF MENOPAUSE :&lt;br /&gt; 1. You sell your home heating system at a yard sale.&lt;br /&gt; 2. You have to write post-it notes with your kids' names on them.&lt;br /&gt; 3. You change your underwear after a sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OLD IS WHEN:&lt;br /&gt; 1. Going bra-less pulls all the wrinkles out of your face.&lt;br /&gt; 2. You don't care where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go a long.&lt;br /&gt; 3. Getting a little action means you don't need fiber today. &lt;br /&gt; 4. Getting lucky means you find your car in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt; 5. An all-nighter means not getting up to pee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts for the weekend:&lt;br /&gt; Wouldn't it be nice if whenever we messed up our life we could simply press 'Ctr- Alt- Delete' and start all over?&lt;br /&gt; If raising children was going to be easy, it never would have started with something called 'labor!'&lt;br /&gt; Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponderisms:&lt;br /&gt; I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes.&lt;br /&gt; Garden Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground easily, it is a valuable plant.&lt;br /&gt; The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a replacement.&lt;br /&gt; Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks about seeing UFOs    like they used to?&lt;br /&gt; In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird.. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal.&lt;br /&gt; How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole box to start a campfire?&lt;br /&gt; Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, 'I think I'll squeeze these dangly things here and drink whatever comes out?'&lt;br /&gt; Who was the first person to say, 'See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the next thing that comes outta its butt.'&lt;br /&gt; If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him?&lt;br /&gt; Why does your OB-GYN leave the room when you get undressed if he's going to look up there anyway?&lt;br /&gt;  Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Most Of All, Remember!&lt;br /&gt; A Good Friend Is Like A Good Bra: Hard to Find, Supportive, Comfortable, And Always Close To Your Heart!&lt;br /&gt;  Do you ever wonder why you gave me your email address?&lt;br /&gt;Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8190256599944822885?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8190256599944822885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8190256599944822885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8190256599944822885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8190256599944822885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-get-your-week-started.html' title='To get your week started'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3332904107350685991</id><published>2009-04-12T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T13:54:55.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road.&lt;br /&gt;He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the rabbit jumps right in front of the car.&lt;br /&gt;The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has&lt;br /&gt;become of the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;Much to his dismay, the rabbit is the Easter Bunny,and he is DEAD . The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry.&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees a man crying on the side of&lt;br /&gt;the road and pulls over.&lt;br /&gt;She steps out of the car and asks the man what's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"I feel terrible," ! he explains, "I accidentally hit the Easter Bunny with my car and KILLED HIM."&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says,"Don't worry." She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead Easter Bunny, bends down, and sprays the contents onto him.&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road.&lt;br /&gt;Ten feet away he stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again and again, until he hops out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands,"What is in that can? What did you spray on the Easter Bunny ?" The woman turns the can around so that the man can read the label.&lt;br /&gt;It says..Are you ready for this? Are you sure? You know you're gonna be sorry. Last chance!!OK, here it is..........you asked for it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says, Hair Spray Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3332904107350685991?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3332904107350685991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3332904107350685991' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3332904107350685991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3332904107350685991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8705668193260623009</id><published>2009-04-09T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T07:56:17.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Telephone trouble</title><content type='html'>A  Kansas farm wife called the local phone company to report her telephone failed to ring when her friends called and that on the few occasions, when it did ring, her dog always moaned right before the phone rang. The telephone repairman proceeded to the scene, curious to see this psychic dog or senile lady. He climbed a telephone pole, hooked in his test set, and dialed the subscriber's house. The phone didn't ring right away, but then the dog moaned and the telephone began to ring. Climbing down from the pole, the telephone repairman found:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The dog was tied to the telephone system's ground wire with a steel chain and collar.&lt;br /&gt;2. The wire connection to the ground rod was loose.&lt;br /&gt;3. The dog was receiving 90 volts of signaling current when the number was called.&lt;br /&gt;4. After a couple of jolts, the dog would start moaning and then urinate.&lt;br /&gt;5. The wet ground would complete the circuit, thus causing the phone to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which demonstrates that some problems CAN be fixed by pissing and moaning......thought you'd like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8705668193260623009?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8705668193260623009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8705668193260623009' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8705668193260623009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8705668193260623009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/telephone-trouble.html' title='Telephone trouble'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-2031984251344345570</id><published>2009-04-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:20:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from experience</title><content type='html'>Becky here, as I speak from my very own personal experience, this could easily be my story. I even did electroloysis, drank several beers and took about 4 Tylenol before I went to see Doreen for this procedure. In the end I found Stella, the wonderful Colombian woman who is not only my hair stylist but my personal waxer and friend, all in one! It was embarassing the first time but after that, it was a breeze! BTW, The Epilady is a medieval torture device, trust me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hair removal methods have tricked women with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...the wax.Read on..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home, fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours:"Maybe I should pull the waxing kit out of the medicine cabinet."So I headed to the site of my demise: the bathroom. It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get warm and you peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to figure this out.(YA THINK!?!)So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.("Cold wax,yeah...right!") I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. It works!OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad I can do this!Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-rah, fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.Using the same procedure, I apply the wax strip across the right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo-ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (it was a long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!! Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the strip. CRAP! Another deep breath and RIPP! Everything is spinning and spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...must stay conscious. Do I hear crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair??? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip...it's not! I touch. I am touching wax. I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on the toilet?I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. SEALED SHUT!!!!MY BUTT IS SEALED SHUT!SEALED SHUT!!!! I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself " Please don't let me get the urge to poop. My head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off, right???WRONG!!!!!!!******I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions glued together, is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I had cemented myself to the porcelain!! God bless the man who had convinced me a few months ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!! I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good conversation starter......"So, my butt and hoo-ha are glued together to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or hole or hoo-ha?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH!!!!! Right!!I should be the joke of someone else's night. While we go through various solutions, I resort to trying to scrape the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better than to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress counseling for this event. My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens out of my friend. It's sooo painful, but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It works !!" I get a hearty congratulations from my friend and she hangs up. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....THE HAIR IS STILL THERE....... ALL OF IT! So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now. Nothing hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.&lt;br /&gt;Next week I'm going to try hair color.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-2031984251344345570?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/2031984251344345570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=2031984251344345570' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2031984251344345570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/2031984251344345570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/speaking-from-experience.html' title='Speaking from experience'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-753376346465168917</id><published>2009-04-06T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T19:20:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want you to meet Sassy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SdqNN7yopxI/AAAAAAAAADM/uQK1uSV-tPg/s1600-h/IMG00605(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321721180219549458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SdqNN7yopxI/AAAAAAAAADM/uQK1uSV-tPg/s320/IMG00605(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my little darling, Sassy. All 2.44 lbs of her. Meagan took this photo today Monday afternoon. She is laying on my chest. Today's talk with the vet is below in case you haven't heard the latest.. Thanks for all your well wishes, warm, loving thoughts and heartfelt prayers for us. I love each and everyone of you! God Bless you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Becky and the gang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-753376346465168917?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/753376346465168917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=753376346465168917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/753376346465168917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/753376346465168917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-little-darling-sassy.html' title='I want you to meet Sassy'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQl6DzgttUM/SdqNN7yopxI/AAAAAAAAADM/uQK1uSV-tPg/s72-c/IMG00605(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7593076636240112430</id><published>2009-04-06T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:23:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A decison to make</title><content type='html'>I dreaded going to the Vet this morning. I took Sassy with me. I met with the Vet and he went over the results with me. Her kidneys are normal, liver normal, white blood count is high probably due to her cold or maybe a bad tooth, all the other tests seem to be pretty normal too. He thinks it is her heart, not pumping enough to circulate thru her body. He can give her an antibiotic for the infection, he can give her meds for the epilepsy/ seizures but can't fix her heart. I have to look at her quality of life and she basically has none. She wants to be in my arms all the time, the tech said it was the comfort I give her. The vet said I have to think about my  quality of  life too.  I could spend oodles of money and still not be able to make her well, like the former Sassy. I have a big decision to make and know what I need to do. This should be cut and dried. I shouldn't have to think about it, she is suffering but not in pain.  I just love that little dog so much! I'm still praying she will go without the vet's intervention. I don't want her to die in a stranger's hands. I'm going to ask if I can hold her while he administers the dose. Some vets don't allow this. Maybe I'm not strong enough for that either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7593076636240112430?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7593076636240112430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7593076636240112430' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7593076636240112430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7593076636240112430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/decison-to-make.html' title='A decison to make'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7245883689419868520</id><published>2009-04-05T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:55:20.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meagan and Moose</title><content type='html'>Meagan, my daughter, has a jumped on the bandwagon and started a new blog. Please visit the antics of Meagan and her dog, Moose, at &lt;a href="http://www.themooseclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.themooseclub.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;. She has taken photos of her dog but won't take any photos of my dogs for me. Moose is one wild and crazy dog! I think he ate my bar of handmade doggie soap that I paid $5.00 for. It was on the window ledge and I opened the window and heard something fall, not even thinking about that bar of soap. Well now I can't find the soap. So if I see him blowing bubbles out his butt, I will know where it went! Or any of the dogs blowing bubbles for that matter, but Moose is the only one goofy enough to eat soap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet the Vet at 11am Monday. Will let you know the outcome of the visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7245883689419868520?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7245883689419868520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7245883689419868520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7245883689419868520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7245883689419868520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/meagan-and-moose.html' title='Meagan and Moose'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5134125174661933823</id><published>2009-04-04T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T08:26:38.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sassy Update</title><content type='html'>The vet's office called me yesterday. The tech didn't make it sound real urgent so I meet with the vet Monday am. Thursday was a good day for Sassy. Yesterday a whole different story. She ate almost nothing, no matter what I offered her. I had put her back on my bed. Last night I went in to check on her and was terrified at what I saw. She looked lifeless, her head in an odd position, her tongue hanging way out and her eyes were in the east-west position, going the opposite direction from each other ( she did the same thing last Friday night only I was holding her at the time). I called her name and she didn't respond. I thought she had died and I wasn't with her when it happened. I picked up her limp body and she came around. It must have just happened. Her breathing was shallow during the night and thought she might go anytime. Nope, didn't happen. She went outside this morning and tinkled. I cut up some chicken for her, she ate a smidgeon, drank water and has been walking around, checking out the other dog food bowls. I sure hope the vet has an answer for me about what to do. One day at a time for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today is a gorgeous day outside with a nice cool breeze. Turned off the AC and opened the windows for the fresh air. I think the dogs and I will be out in the yard today with all the birds singing and bees buzzing about and enjoying a beautiful spring day! It will keep my mind off her problems and she likes to lay in the sun and be warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5134125174661933823?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5134125174661933823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5134125174661933823' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5134125174661933823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5134125174661933823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-night-fright.html' title='Sassy Update'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-676924960022994797</id><published>2009-04-01T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:04:43.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Give Away</title><content type='html'>I am trying my hand at this. Suzanne over at justanotherhangup.blogspot.com is having a give away. I haven't learned how to link a website so you have to go there yourself. She sews the cutest bags you have ever seen. Beautiful fabrics, many styles, look really well made and sturdy. My favorite is the Chocolatey Swirl tote. I love all the things she has in her Etsy shop. She make the cutest totes for little girls. Suzanne calls them Lil' Girl Cupcakes. If my daughter, Meagan, was still little, I would definitely be getting her one. Tell her Becky at sassydog23 sent you! Thanks and good luck!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-676924960022994797?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/676924960022994797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=676924960022994797' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/676924960022994797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/676924960022994797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/give-away.html' title='A Beautiful Give Away'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-1584679009130189855</id><published>2009-04-01T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T18:44:57.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Wednesday. No word from the vet's office. I called them for at least an hour and kept getting their voice mail. I left a message and no one called me back. They may have closed early today. I'm guessing the results didn't come back this morning since we did it so late Monday. He had to send it out to a lab. Sassy is drinking, but I'm having a very hard time getting her to eat. I have been giving her the nutrient gel twice a day. She just wants to be cuddled in my arms. I talk to her softly and tell her how much I love her. When she is sleeping with me, I check her often throughout the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all I have for now. Thanks again for thinking of us. Much love to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-1584679009130189855?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/1584679009130189855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=1584679009130189855' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1584679009130189855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/1584679009130189855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3884231379970460854</id><published>2009-03-31T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T09:48:29.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for God</title><content type='html'>Not much good news at the vet's yesterday. He said she didn't look well, she was dehydrated, not responsive, weak. Could be liver failure, kidney failure or who knows what. It possibly could be something treatable but I think he was trying to make me feel better. I'm waiting on the results from a geriatric profile bloodwork. May be back today or Wednesday. She drinks water, not sure why dehydrated. Her skin has no elasticity, due to being dehydrated. I think it is loose skin cause she has lost weight. She weighed 2.47 lbs, she is so very tiny. I have been giving her Nutracal, a thick gooey paste with lots of vitamins, nutrients and minerals by mouth with a syringe. I gave her some molasses, for the iron, last night and she did eat a little bit of hamburger. She did drink from the bowl but have been giving her extra water with a dropper. He told me to offer her anything that she might eat. I told him that is what I have been doing. She sleeps with me, right in the crook of my arm and either rests her head on my hand or the pillow close to my face. She is the sweetest little girl I have ever known. Right now I'm just waiting. I really think I am waiting for God to help her slip away quietly while she's sleeping in my loving arms. Thank you for all the warm thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update later, when I know more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3884231379970460854?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3884231379970460854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3884231379970460854' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3884231379970460854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3884231379970460854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/waiting-for-god.html' title='Waiting for God'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4869232002513636234</id><published>2009-03-29T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T08:33:34.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining in Lakeland!</title><content type='html'>The forecast was rain today for most of the day. Yahoo!!! It is actually wetting the ground and the plants and everything else!!! You can almost hear the plants yelling out for more! It is a good day to catch up on sleeping or reading, I'm behind on both. It's dark and thunder booms once in awhile. I can take the thunder but not lightning. Two of my dogs go berserk ove the crackling of lightning. Blitz, my big boy boxer, has turned his crate upside down several times before and manages to get out. Loud booming noises freak him out. I finally got him meds to calm his fears, now he sleeps thru it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would be a good soup day, I should have bought ingredients when I was at Publix last night. Instead I bought dog food, chicken livers, beef liver and pizza. The liver is for my tiny chihuahua. I'm trying to coax her to eat something, anything. Extremely picky eater! She weighs about 2+3/4 lbs on a good day but has lost weight recently which she can't afford to lose weight. She is having some type of seizure more frequently. I'm taking her to the vet tomorrow to see what he has to say. If he thinks she is suffering and no room for improvement, I will put her down most likely. She will be 9 in June. She is a teacup and they usually don't make it past 3, so I'm very blessed to have had her this long. I hope he can help her with medication. She ate a tiny bit of cooked liver last night but not interested this morning. Will try again a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed the civil service test with an 84, I took it on March 10th. I took another test this past Thursday the 26th. Will be a week or so before I get the results. These are required for jobs at the City of Lakeland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The podiatrist's nurse discharged me this past Tuesday. The toe is good to go as far as she is concerned. Will be about 6 weeks to look halfway normal. Then I can polish the skin. I'm thinking about a Lee Press On nail for it. Do you think that would hurt?? It's not like I would be using Super Glue!! I'm going to sleep on it for now. Happy Siesta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, there is an infomercial on the TV about internal cleansing and I don't want to hear that at lunchtime!! TATA for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4869232002513636234?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4869232002513636234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4869232002513636234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4869232002513636234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4869232002513636234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-raining-in-lakeland.html' title='It&apos;s Raining in Lakeland!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4695707484355385218</id><published>2009-03-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T09:47:29.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Funny</title><content type='html'>To Be 6 Again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, observing his wife, looking at herself in the mirror. Since her birthday was not far off he asked what she'd like to have for her Birthday. 'I'd like to be six again', she replied, still looking in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of her Birthday, he arose early, made her a nice big bowl of Lucky Charms, and then took her to Six Flags theme park. What a day! He put her on every ride in the park; the Death Slide, the Wall of Fear, the Screaming Monster Roller Coaster, everything there was. Five hours later they staggered out of the theme park. Her head was reeling and her stomach felt upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then took her to a McDonald's where he ordered her a Happy Meal with extra fries and a chocolate shake. Then it was off to a movie, popcorn, a soda pop, and her favorite candy, M&amp;amp;M's. What a fabulous adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally she wobbled home with her husband and collapsed into bed exhausted. He leaned over his wife with a bigsmile and lovingly asked, 'Well Dear, what was it like being six again?' Her eyes slowly opened and her expression suddenly changed. 'I meant my dress size, you retard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story: Even when a man is listening, he is gonna get it wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a restful weekend! At first I thought he got it really wrong, but now after much consideration, that does sound like a real fun time to me! But they do get it wrong sometimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4695707484355385218?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4695707484355385218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4695707484355385218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4695707484355385218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4695707484355385218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridays-funny_27.html' title='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8042719710077002850</id><published>2009-03-23T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:08:51.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A.A.A.D.D.</title><content type='html'>I received this in an e-mail and it pretty much describes some of the days I'm starting to have. Just add my daughter and the 6 dogs and 5 cats and I can get really confused. How about ya'll?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAADD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOW THE SYMPTOMS.....PLEASE READ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness there's a name for this disorder.Somehow I feel better even though I have it!! Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it manifests:&lt;br /&gt;I decide to water my garden.&lt;br /&gt;As I turn on the hose in the driveway, I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.&lt;br /&gt;I start toward the garage, I notice mail on the porch table that I brought up from the mail box earlier.&lt;br /&gt;I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.&lt;br /&gt;I lay my car keys on the table, put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table, and notice that the can is full.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decide to put the bills back on the table and take out the garbage first.&lt;br /&gt;But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the garbage anyway, I may as well pay the bills first.&lt;br /&gt;I take my check book off the table, and see that there is only one check left.&lt;br /&gt;My extra checks are in my desk in the study, so I go inside the house to my desk where I find the can of Pepsi I'd been drinking.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to look for my checks, but first I need to push the Pepsi aside so that I don't accidentally knock it over.&lt;br /&gt;The Pepsi is getting warm, and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.&lt;br /&gt;As I head toward the kitchen with the Pepsi, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye--they need water.&lt;br /&gt;I put the Pepsi on the counter and discover my reading glasses that I've been searching for all morning.&lt;br /&gt;I decide I better put them back on my desk, but first I'm going to water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I set the glasses back down on the counter, fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;Someone left it on the kitchen table.&lt;br /&gt;I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV, I'll be looking for the remote, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;I pour some water in the flowers, but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;So, I set the remote back on the table, get some towels and wipe up the spill.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day: the car isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm can of Pepsi sitting on the counter, the flowers don't have enough water, there is still only 1 check in my check book, I can't find the remote, I can't find my glasses, and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.&lt;br /&gt;Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day,and I'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;I realize this is a serious problem, and I'll try to get some help for it, but first I'll check my e-mail....Do me a favor.&lt;br /&gt;Forward this message to everyone you know, because I don't remember who I've sent it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh -- if this isn't you, YOUR DAY IS COMING!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8042719710077002850?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8042719710077002850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8042719710077002850' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8042719710077002850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8042719710077002850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/aaadd.html' title='A.A.A.D.D.'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8803584042616895264</id><published>2009-03-20T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:53:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Funny</title><content type='html'>Today is a day to celebrate. Spring arrived this morning, Friday, March 20, 2009 at 744am. I will be missing the much cooler weather as I live in Florida. I am not looking forward to the very humid, sticky, sweaty, extremely sunny, no rain for days, dry days of summer and you have to wear sunglasses 14 or more hours a day or you will burn out your corneas! Basically have them on the nightstand and put them on before your feet hit the floor in the morning and let them be the last thing you take off at night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND let's not forget the gianormous electric bills as we have some of the highest in the state thanks to Lakeland Electric, and probably the nation! I'd like to shoot Benjamin Franklin for inventing Daylight Savings Time. The AC just has to run longer, course he most likely didn't have AC way back when! I even go to the grocery at night when the sun has gone down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds will be singing, the flowers will be blooming and all the pollen from the oak trees has gone somewhere. I am so glad I don't have allergies!! And the snowbirds will be headed back north! Being from the deep south, ya know I had to say that or I wouldn't be living up to my moniker of Florida cracker but I prefer Southern Belle with genuine southern drawl!! Just kidding about the snowbirds, they don't bother me as I am half yankee, unless they are on my side of the one way street going the opposite direction!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Friday Funny ****When I'm broke, I'm broke!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;'Good morning,' said the young man. 'If I could take a couple of minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.'&lt;br /&gt;'Go away!' said the old lady. 'I'm broke and haven't got any money!' and she proceeded to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open.&lt;br /&gt;'Don't be too hasty!' he said. 'Not until you have at least seen my demonstration.'&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet.&lt;br /&gt;'If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder.'&lt;br /&gt;The old lady stepped back and said, 'Well, let me get you a fork, 'cause they cut off my electricity this morning!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a terrific week-end everybody out there in blogland!! Love you girls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8803584042616895264?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8803584042616895264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8803584042616895264' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8803584042616895264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8803584042616895264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/fridays-funny.html' title='Friday&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8421570895227363398</id><published>2009-03-17T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T10:16:23.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share with you an e-mail I received today. Hope you find it very useful as we all need a little calmness in our lives from one time to another !&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;By following simple advice heard on the Dr. Phil show, you too can find inner peace. Dr Phil proclaimed, 'The way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started and have never finished.  So, I looked around my house to see all the things I started and hadn't finished, and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of White Zinfandel, a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream, a package of Oreos, the remainder of my old Prozac prescription, the rest of the cheesecake, some Doritos, and a box of chocolates. You have no idea how freaking good I feel right now.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Paddy's Day!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8421570895227363398?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8421570895227363398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8421570895227363398' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8421570895227363398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8421570895227363398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-920109668233996906</id><published>2009-03-16T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:43:39.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie, I feel your PAIN!</title><content type='html'>Let me tell you about my Monday now that it is almost over. Last night one of the dogs stepped on my poor sore big toe and scratched just outside the wounded area. This morning, Cozmo the dog, nailed it again as he was going out the door. Ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;845am....I'm off to see the nurse just for a 2 week followup on said poor toe. The nurse said that doesn't look good, better have the doctor look at it. I told her about the dogs stepping on the toe. He comes and looks at poor toe and says it looks infected. I thought this last week as it was inflamed at the bottom but just kept mouth shut. Today he gave me an Rx for an antibiotic and will go back next week. I came home and laid down til my next appointment today at 230pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;215pm....Now I'm headed to my yearly diagnostic mammogram. No, I didn't wear any powder or deodorant to smudge the mammo! The tech asked me if I have any scars so she can put the special tape over them, the nipples and my mole. I was so busy showing her scars on the right side I forgot I had a C shaped scar on the left too. Oh, well it didn't get covered, hope it didn't matter! I got mashed flatter than a pancake, the right side is much more painful due to the surgeries the poor thing has endured over the years. Scar tissue I suppose doesn't like being stretched to the point of no return. the tech is thru and tells me to wait in the small waiting room while the radiologist checks the films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls me back for more films, he saw something in the left breast and wants to see more of it. At this point I start to feel tears well up. I asked where it was located and she said on the outer edge of the breast, possibly calcifications she says. I know you aren't suppose to ask the techs questions but I had to know what she was looking for. She gets him the shots he wanted and he wants more, only this time magnified. She told me just to sit right there in the exam room and she would take him the next set of films. The tears start to trickle and I pray silently for a moment to my sweet precious Lord. She comes back in and told me it was a lymph node and all was okay. I asked was she sure and she said that the doctor said I was good for another year. Thank you God!!! I told her thank you and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4pm.... I took Meagan to eat an early dinner at Fred's Southern Kitchen. Her boyfriend, John, met us there. I was hoping to get there for the 4pm prices but we didn't make it. It is buffet style cooking with all things YUMMY FOR THE TUMMY!! Just ask Libby. They had fried catfish, real mashed taters, pole beans, squash, fried okra, fried chicken, pot roast, beef tips w/gravy, baked fish, blackeyed peas, cabbage, rutabagas(really good), all kinds of salads, fluffy yeast rolls, biscuits and pecan pie and strawberry shortcake. I'm sure I left out something. And would you believe I know have a terrible toothache because of a piece of bubblegum I picked up on the way out. It hit a bad tooth or where I used to have a tooth and is killing me at the moment, it has been over 3 hours, I even took 2 extra strength Tylenol. It is what remains of a root canal I never had fixed properly. I need to have that fixed but it will have to be when I get dental insurance. So Katie, I am suffering right along with you!! I feel your pain!! Now I am going to look for a real painkiller, no, not a bottle of whiskey, just a Tylenol #3 with codeine, at least I will sleep for awhile!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-920109668233996906?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/920109668233996906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=920109668233996906' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/920109668233996906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/920109668233996906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/katie-i-feel-your-pain.html' title='Katie, I feel your PAIN!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3696502986666809481</id><published>2009-03-14T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T16:19:44.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Obsession</title><content type='html'>Today was another gorgeous spring day in Florida, a little too hot for me though. I invited my aunt to meet us at Munn Park for Spring Obsession this morning. We saw beautiful and unusual plants, all kinds of neat stuff to put out in the yard, really pretty copper water sprinklers in various shapes that sprayed neat patterns, wind chimes, birdhouses, rain barrels to catch rain in (if we ever get any), small boulders and stones, all kinds of orchids and cactus, and so much more. I missed the hibiscus people, guess they didn't come this time. Then we ate lunch at The Silver Ring. We ate 1/2 cuban sandwich and small cup of Spanish Bean Soup. The original shop is in Ybor City in Tampa, the real deal when it comes to all things Cuban. My aunt had bought a very neat hanging heart shaped ornament for her daughter so she could hang it in a tree. We left the restaurant and then realized she had set the bag down on the counter when she paid for our food. Meagan went back over to get it and they said they didn't have it. I think someone stole it, and that made me really mad. My aunt just said nevermind and we went to our cars in the parking garage. Meagan and I decided to walk back across the street and see what the curb market had to offer. I wanted some nice tomatoes and small cucumbers. They were all gone, but I bought us some handmade soap. I got Orange Clove, Meagan got Lime Margarita. I got soap for the dogs too, I also got a body scrub of Orange Clove that smells good enough to eat. A man was selling pepper jelly so I got a jar of cranberry pepper to put on turkey sandwiches or crackers and cream cheese. So very yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we went to Lowe's to look at more plants. I am looking for something to go in these 2 HUGE urns that I had my uncle move for me yesterday. Not sure what I will get because it gets full sun where they are. I bought a small asparagus fern and some marigolds to go in little planters off my back patio. I put the stuff in the car and put my purse on the trunk of the car and went to return the buggy, being the good person I am. I came back to the car and off we went. Someone was honking the horn and I thought what the heck. Guess who left her purse on the trunk off the car. I am glad someone was paying attention!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to Munn Park and I bought Meagan a very nice pink stone anklet. I bought for myself 2 big rocks to go near the huge oak tree in the front. They are resting by the birds of paradise. Those small boulders were HEAVY, one about 50+ lbs and the other probably 75 lbs. The man loaded them in the trunk but we had to get them out. We put a beach towel on the ground and carried them that way. We won't be moving them anytime soon!! AND we were very careful not to drop anything on my toe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a used bike store to look at used bikes but all he had seemed to have was brand new prices, so we left. On to the Salvation store we went to see what they had as far as bikes go. Nothing we wanted but did find Meagan a really nice artist's easel for $39. Put it in the backseat of her little car and off we went. We are now home for the moment but will go get my LOTTO ticket a little later!! WE really did have a lovely day after all!!!!! Wish you could of been here with us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have to turn on the AC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I forgot we also went to Walmart in all this today. I bought a giant bubble wand complete with bubble mix. I was just out in the backyard with dogs. I made like a million bubbles and the dogs chased them all over, biting and popping them. Who had more fun??? Me or the dogs???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3696502986666809481?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3696502986666809481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3696502986666809481' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3696502986666809481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3696502986666809481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-obsession.html' title='Spring Obsession'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4092528603025504336</id><published>2009-03-10T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:14:17.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Women, Men and the Shower</title><content type='html'>HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A WOMAN:&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothing and place it in sectioned laundry hamper according to lights and darks.&lt;br /&gt;Walk to bathroom wearing long dressing gown.&lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Use face cloth, arm cloth, leg cloth, long loofah, wide loofah and pumice stone.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair once with cucumber and sage shampoo with 43 added vitamins.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair again to make sure it's clean.&lt;br /&gt;Condition your hair with grapefruit mint conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face with crushed apricot facial scrub for 10 minutes until red.&lt;br /&gt;Wash entire rest of body with ginger nut and jaffa cake body wash.&lt;br /&gt;Rinse conditioner off hair.&lt;br /&gt;Shave armpits and legs.&lt;br /&gt;Turn off shower.&lt;br /&gt;Squeegee off all wet surfaces in shower.&lt;br /&gt;Spray mold spots with Tilex.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of shower.&lt;br /&gt;Dry with towel the size of a small country.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap hair in super absorbent towel.&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom wearing long dressing gown and towel on head.&lt;br /&gt;If you see husband along the way, cover up any exposed areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SHOWER LIKE A MAN:&lt;br /&gt;Take off clothes while sitting on the edge of the bed and leave them in a pile.&lt;br /&gt;Walk naked to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;If you see wife along the way, shake wiener at her while making the woo-woo sound.&lt;br /&gt;Look at your manly physique in the mirror. Admire the size of your wiener and scratch your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Get in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your armpits.&lt;br /&gt;Blow your nose in your hands and let the water rinse the snot off.&lt;br /&gt;Fart and laugh at how loud it sounds in the shower.&lt;br /&gt;Spend majority of time washing privates and surrounding area.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your butt, leaving those coarse butt hairs stuck on the soap.&lt;br /&gt;Wash your hair.&lt;br /&gt;Make a shampoo Mohawk.&lt;br /&gt;Pee.&lt;br /&gt;Rinse off and get out of shower.&lt;br /&gt;Partially dry off.&lt;br /&gt;Fail to notice water on floor because curtain was hanging out of tub the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Admire wiener size in mirror again.&lt;br /&gt;Leave shower curtain open, wet mat on floor, light and fan on.&lt;br /&gt;Return to bedroom with towel around waist.&lt;br /&gt;If you pass wife, pull off towel, shake wiener at her and make the woo-woo sound again.&lt;br /&gt;Throw wet towel on her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anyone among you who did not laugh at the truth behind this, I dont know why? Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4092528603025504336?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4092528603025504336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4092528603025504336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4092528603025504336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4092528603025504336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/women-men-and-shower.html' title='Women, Men and the Shower'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-209068095996994823</id><published>2009-03-09T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T13:41:48.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Fire Opals and more</title><content type='html'>The weather was absolutely gorgeous this past weekend. I even got some sun on my face where I don't look quite so pale. So you know where we went?? A road trip to our county seat, Bartow, it's all of about 15 minutes from Lakeland. We were headed to the Blooming Arts Festival which is held 2 times a  year, in March and November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the Blooming Arts Festival on Saturday. Our lunch was really good at our favorite Chinese restaurant, The Great Wall. We looked at beautiful art work, handmade jewelry, antiques and lots of junk! Have you ever seen a Mexican Fire Opal ? It's an opal and then more. It's fiery red, orange and yellow! Looks like fire captured in a jewel. I wanted to see the prices on the jewelry but didn't look at the tag! I love big rings and he had one that would have been perfect for me, but I left it there since I have bills to pay and no JOB!! I was really looking forward to the Quilt Show in the old courthouse, which is a beautiful old building in itself. Sorry to say there were no quilts this year. I was sad but maybe next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you Floridian bloggers and artists, I don't know if you have ever heard of Thomas Brooks but he is an amazing artist. He paints Florida wildlife and the woods they roam in. He has a website, &lt;a href="http://www.thomasbrooks.com/"&gt;http://www.thomasbrooks.com/&lt;/a&gt; where you can see some of his work. It is so much better in person though. I went to school with him and I always thought he was really cute. He married a friend from school. I didn't even know they were dating!! One day I hope to have one of his works hanging on a wall in my family room. On a sad note, he stored much of his inventory in a store here in Lakeland. So did Robert Butler, Stephen Koury and other artists in the area. The store caught fire and burned to the ground. All that beautiful art and all the hard work that went into it, went up in a giant blaze, complete with explosions. The store was the Army Navy surplus which had ammo there also! What a terrible loss, as some originals were in there and can't be replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to see the nurse this morning about my toe. She said I was doing a good job taking care of it and to see her again next Monday. It will take at least 6-8 weeks to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck and pray for me, for tomorrow I am going to take a Civil Service test for the City of Lakeland. I have applied for 5 jobs there. Even if I pass the test, which you have to make a 70 or above, it doesn't guarantee I will get a job there. This job search is getting very old. I want to work. Don't get me wrong, I love to be home with my dogs and daughter, but the walls are closing in on me and I don't have cable TV!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-209068095996994823?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/209068095996994823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=209068095996994823' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/209068095996994823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/209068095996994823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/mexican-fire-opals-and-more.html' title='Mexican Fire Opals and more'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-7246715213199337546</id><published>2009-03-06T10:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:27:16.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unveiling and GoodNew/Bad News</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the Big Reveal of the now Nailless Big Toe. My toe had more gauze on it than The Mummy! I removed the specially made baby sock and began unraveling the gauze after I had cut into it with scissors, couldn't find the beginning of the roll. When I got down to the pad on my toe, I had to soak it off in the shower. It was stuck on there pretty good. I managed to get the last tiny bit off without making it bleed. Had to pat it dry and then put on the wound gel. The instructions say some stinging will occur. Big understatement!! Then I rebandaged it all by myself. That is one very tender place and will be for some time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was able to slide it under the strap on my new flip flops. Not much protection but I don't think I can get my Crocs on. Will put socks on tomorrow and try the Crocs again. No way for a tennis shoe to go on at this point in time. Will be sandals for quite awhile, which is what I usually wear anyway. Just want to protect that tender toe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby called me this A.M. to say she would be going back home Saturday morning, a week earlier than planned. I hate to see her go as we have had such great times together but she is so very homesick! She has been here almost 7 weeks and that is a very long time to be away. Besides her dogs miss her so much and her DH!! She has been pretty much stuck inside the last 3 weeks and that is not FUN! I have sure enjoyed her company while she was here. But alas, she will return in June for Stephanie's wedding and will not be wearing that dang brace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the Blooming Arts Festival in Bartow this weekend. there will be beautiful artwork, crafts, food and old cars and OLD men!! HA HA!! Our favorite Chinese restaurant, The Great Wall, will be open for lunch. They have a delicious buffet just waiting for everyone to dive into.&lt;br /&gt;I wish everyone a wonderful weekend!! We all deserve it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-7246715213199337546?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/7246715213199337546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=7246715213199337546' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7246715213199337546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/7246715213199337546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/unveiling-and-goodnewbad-news.html' title='The Unveiling and GoodNew/Bad News'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3746459583586651472</id><published>2009-03-03T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:20:00.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Podiatrist and a Funny</title><content type='html'>Monday aftenoon I had my first ever appointment with a podiatrist. My big toe on my right foot had an ingrown nail that I couldn't make better. So I bit the bullet and made an appointment. I was scared about what he might do and I didn't want any pain. He more or less said it needed to come off! The numbing up of my toe was the worst part but did not know that it would be at the time. I had to hold the nurse's hand while the doctor numbed my toe. My hands were so sweaty and I squeezed her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter took me there and was waiting in the lobby. She came back to see how much longer I would be. She wanted to go to the car and take a nap but she decided to stay and hold my hand. I told her they hadn't even started yet, we were just waiting for my toe to get really numb. Meagan said my toe looked like a Frankenstein toe, it was red and had 2 holes in it with some blood. I glanced down there and felt nauseous, the nurse brought me wet paper towels for my forehead. The nurse pinched my toe and poked it with something sharp. I felt nothing. We were ready to proceed. I was laid all the way back in the chair. The doctor came in and in no time the nail was off. Meagan watched the whole thing and the she felt woozy, me too! He treated it with something to keep it from growing back so I will just paint the skin with polish. I go back in a week for the nurse to check it. You can't imagine how much gauze bandaging I have on my toe. A little sock over that and then a big footie with grips on the bottom over that. No way can I wear a shoe. In a couple days I remove the bandage, put on wound gel and cover with gauze and a big band-aid. This was not a fun procedure. He thinks I must have damaged my nail at some point in time, cause I always trimmed them straight across so this WOULDN'T happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Libby called me several times to make sure I didn't back out and cancel the appointment since I was seriously thinking about it. I have been through a lot of surgeries but it really bothered me about my toe. I didn't want to hear digging around down there. I didn't hear a thing, it all came out in one piece. Looked like a big artificial nail with a little blood underneath! The nurse asked me if I wanted to take it home. I said No thanks !! Meagan wanted to take it to her day care job and show the kids! We left it in the trashcan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HELL GETTING OLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 85-year-old man was requested by his doctor for a sperm count aspart of his physical exam.The doctor gave the man a jar and said, 'Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office andgave him the jar, which was as clean and empty as on the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked what happened and the man explained, 'Well, doc, it'slike this--first I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I triedwith my left hand, but still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, thenwith her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with theteeth in, then with her teeth out, still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, firstwith both hands, then an armpit, and she even tried squeezin' itbetween her knees, but still nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked! 'You asked your neighbor?&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied, 'Yep, none of us could get the jar open.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3746459583586651472?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3746459583586651472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3746459583586651472' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3746459583586651472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3746459583586651472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/03/podiatrist-and-funny.html' title='The Podiatrist and a Funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5464920307733222421</id><published>2009-02-24T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T09:56:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 Stimulus Payment Explained</title><content type='html'>This is from 2008 since we won't be getting one for 2009 at least individually as far as I can tell unless you didn't receive one in 2008 or something to that effect!! Happy Fat Tuesday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economic Stimulus Payment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, taxpayers will receive an Economic Stimulus Payment. This is a very exciting new program that I will explain using the Q and A format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is an Economic Stimulus Payment?&lt;br /&gt;A. It is money that the federal government will send to taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where will the government get this money?&lt;br /&gt;A. From taxpayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. So the government is giving me back my own money?&lt;br /&gt;A. Only a smidgen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the purpose of this payment?&lt;br /&gt;A. The plan is that you will use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. But isn't that stimulating the economy of China ?&lt;br /&gt;A. Shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the US economy by spending your stimulus check wisely:&lt;br /&gt;If you spend that money at Wal-Mart, all the money will go to China.&lt;br /&gt;If you spend it on gasoline it will go to the Arabs.&lt;br /&gt;If you purchase a computer it will go to India.&lt;br /&gt;If you purchase fruit and vegetables it will go to Mexico, Honduras, and Guatemala (unless you buy organic).&lt;br /&gt;If you buy a car it will go to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;If you purchase useless crap it will go to Taiwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And none of it will help the American economy. We need to keep that money here in America. You can keep the money in America by spending it at yard sales, going to a baseball game, or spend it on prostitutes, beer and wine (domestic ONLY), or tattoos, since those are the only businesses still in the US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5464920307733222421?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5464920307733222421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5464920307733222421' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5464920307733222421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5464920307733222421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/2008-stimulus-payment-explained.html' title='2008 Stimulus Payment Explained'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-171032387814006650</id><published>2009-02-21T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T06:12:34.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula, Bandit's Mom is home</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share my e-mail that I received from Paula at 653am this Saturday am. She was up very early. Let's all remember to keep her in our thoughts and prayers.  Her email address is on her blog in case you want to send her a note with well wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came home last night about 8 pm. all of the pugs were happy to see me, tim left them out one at a time, bandit must of licked my face for 10 minutes straight without stopping. i am sore, tender, it is awkward to find the right position to sleep and get comfortable in, i have jp drains in for now until they get under 30 cc a day each for drainage. everything is swollen, even underarms. they started reconstruction with 100 cc in each. have several prescriptions he has to pick up today, some for muscle relaxer, pain, antibiotic. i have a home nurse coming every day starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for thinking of me and keeping me in your well thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-171032387814006650?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/171032387814006650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=171032387814006650' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/171032387814006650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/171032387814006650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/paula-bandits-mom-is-home.html' title='Paula, Bandit&apos;s Mom is home'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-3166176643391362871</id><published>2009-02-20T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T06:46:21.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chauffeur for the Day</title><content type='html'>Very early Thursday morning, about 725am, I picked up Libby at Susan's. I was taking her to get her stitches removed and for the doc to take a look at his handiwork. She was already feeling nauseated at this point and we weren't even out the door yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the aid of her walker and beach towel, Libby made it into the car. She backs up to the car and then sits down in the back seat. Then she puts the towel under her foot and hoists her foot up and scoots across the seat to the other side. Not an easy feat when you are wearing a dress and I have cloth seats! She was choking herself before long as the dress was stuck underneath her. She managed to release the chokehold that the dress had on her and was in position before long and seated comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rode in the back seat since she can't bend her leg. Since she was really feeling nauseated by now and I was hungry we stopped at Burger King for a very nutritious breakfast of egg, cheese and sausage croissants(Libby had bacon), those fattening little tater tot rounds, and a Coke! As she leisurely ate her breakfast in the backseat, I stuggled to eat my croissant, tater rounds, drink my delicious Coke and watch for traffic all while driving! No, I wasn't trying to talk on my cell phone too! Who would I call that early in the morning? I have my priorities ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her appointment was for 815am and that is about when we pulled into the parking lot. I went up and got the wheelchair and got Libby upstairs. The nice nurses removed her stitches and cleaned up the leg. It looked really good and she even shaved her legs the night before with Susan's help.&lt;br /&gt;With that done we got her back in the car and off to the Great Wall in Bartow. Did you know they moved it?? It's a really good Chinese restaurant. They used to be in Lakeland really close by my house but they moved. Darn it! We ate and then I managed to get her back home all in one piece. Next week therapy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pug, Fuji, is 100% now and the boxer now has some kind of growth on his elbow, looks like a nipple but it may be a wart. He will be seeing the vet soon since boxers are prone to cancer and I don't want that happening! The cat's $500 ear is coming right along too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll have a great weekend!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-3166176643391362871?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/3166176643391362871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=3166176643391362871' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3166176643391362871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/3166176643391362871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/chauffeur-for-day.html' title='Chauffeur for the Day'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-4146129773016943964</id><published>2009-02-18T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:48:26.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Diary</title><content type='html'>HER DIARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I thought my husband was acting weird. We had made plans to meet at a bar to have a drink. I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment on it. Conversation wasn't flowing, so I suggested that we go somewhere quiet so we could talk. He agreed, but he didn't say much. I asked him what was wrong. He said, 'Nothing.' I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset. He said he wasn't upset, that it had nothing to do with me, and not to worry about it.On the way home, I told him that I loved him. He smiled slightly, and kept driving. I can't explain his behavior. I don't know why he didn't say, 'I love you, too.' When we got home, I felt as if I had lost him completely, as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore. He just sat there quietly, and watched TV. He continued to seem distant and absent.. Finally, with silence all around us, I decided to go to bed. About 15 minutes later, he came to bed. To my surprise, he responded to my caress, and we made love. But I still felt that he was distracted, and his thoughts were somewhere else. He fell asleep -I cried. I don't know what to do. I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.. My life is a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS DIARY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Harley wouldn't start today, but at least I got laid!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a man!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-4146129773016943964?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/4146129773016943964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=4146129773016943964' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4146129773016943964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/4146129773016943964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/dear-diary.html' title='Dear Diary'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5276866717233562246</id><published>2009-02-18T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:44:49.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Paula</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share something with you today. Please keep Paula over at Pug Hugs with Bandit,Paisley and Smokey in your prayers and thoughts today. This morning she underwent a bilateral mastectomy for her breast disease and will have reconstruction soon. Please pray for her and her family during this difficult time. We have been emailing each other and I shared my breast cancer story with her. I hope I was able to give her encouragement and positve vibes. Thank you my bloggie friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5276866717233562246?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5276866717233562246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5276866717233562246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5276866717233562246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5276866717233562246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-for-paula.html' title='Prayer for Paula'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-221036355331608503</id><published>2009-02-16T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:05:02.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Funny</title><content type='html'>No, I am not obsessed with bodily functions but I laugh til tears flow! Fuji is 99% back to her mean, bossy old self except for the nagging cough, which keeps me awake at night. I hope I haven't posted this before, if so I am sorry. I just needed a laugh and wanted to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                              Don't Fart in Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this story doesn't make you cry for laughing so hard, let me know and I'll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a story about a couple who had been happily married for years. The only friction in their marriage was the husband's habit of farting loudly every morning when he awoke.   The noise would wake his wife and the smell would make her eyes water and make her gasp for air. Every morning she would plead with him to stop ripping them off because it was making her sick. He told her he couldn't stop it and that it was perfectly natural. She told him to see a doctor; she was concerned that one day he would blow his guts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The years  went by and he continued to blast them out! Then one Thanksgiving morning as she was preparing the turkey for dinner and he was upstairs sound asleep, she looked at the bowl where she had put the turkey innards and neck, gizzard, liver and all the spare parts and a malicious thought came to her.  She took the bowl and went upstairs where her husband was sound asleep and, gently pulling back the bed covers, she pulled back the elastic waistband of his underpants and emptied the bowl of turkey guts into his shorts. Sometime later she heard her husband waken with his usual trumpeting which was followed by a blood curdling scream and the sound of frantic footsteps as he ran into the bathroom. The wife could hardly control herself as she rolled on the floor laughing, tears in her eyes! After years of torture she reckoned she had got him back pretty good. About twenty minutes later, her husband came downstairs in his bloodstained underpants with a look of horror on his face. She bit her lip as she asked him what the matter was.  He said, "Honey, you were right." "All these years you have warned me and I didn't listen to you." "What do you mean?" asked his wife.   "Well, you always told me that one day I would end up farting my guts out, and today it finally happened. But by the grace of God, some Vaseline, and two fingers, I think I got most of them back in."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-221036355331608503?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/221036355331608503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=221036355331608503' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/221036355331608503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/221036355331608503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/monday-funny.html' title='Monday Funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-5795665023455194242</id><published>2009-02-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:22:53.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libby, Fuji, Friday Funny</title><content type='html'>Today's Chuckle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are on the bus when you suddenly realize... you need to fart.&lt;br /&gt;The music is really loud, so you time your farts with the beat.&lt;br /&gt;After a couple of songs, you start to feel better as you approach your stop.&lt;br /&gt;As you are leaving the bus, people are really staring you down, and that's when you remember: you've been listening to your iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libby called me this evening and she sounded her normal self. She was propped up in the bed as Steph has no chairs Libby could actually sit in confortably.  She assures she will not be cooking but did do her blog. Can't keep a good woman down ya' know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Fuji to the vet this afternoon. He said her lungs sound clear, no congestion, no fever normal temp. She is still coughing, sounds like the croup and that she needs to spit something up.  Naturally she didn't cough when he examined her only did as we went out the door.  I asked him about pneumonia. Dogs can develop that after kennel cough but her nose is clear so evidently she doesn't have that. She still won't eat her normal food but will eat some treats I offer her.  As she walks around coughing, she is tooting at the same time. Do you think she knows that? It is pretty funny! The other dogs just look at her, like what the heck, noise coming out both ends! You know pugs don't have much of a nose for breathing and hers is really small.  I think that is why she is having such a hard time with all of this and Thank the Good Lord the others haven't gotten sick yet and pray they don't!  I'm pretty sure I would have seen symptoms by now. We are off to Wally World to get Meagan's boyfriend something very cheap for Valentine's. I spent all my money on vet bills, but it was money well spent if you love your animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love ya'll and Happy Valentine's Day to each and everyone of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-5795665023455194242?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/5795665023455194242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=5795665023455194242' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5795665023455194242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/5795665023455194242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/libby-fuji-friday-funny.html' title='Libby, Fuji, Friday Funny'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-288148547123860352</id><published>2009-02-13T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:24:47.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News***Libby</title><content type='html'>I was at the vet's when Libby's dear hubby called me about 1115a and said Libby came thru her surgery just fine. They did have to break her leg to get things lined up. Steve was taking her to daughter Steph's to rest over the weekend and they will be keeping a very close on eye on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack, the tomcat, was the one at the vet this time. He got his ear torn up (was bitten and then abcessed down the back of the ear) in a cat fight a couple of weeks ago. She thought they might have to remove his ear but she drained it and with much diligence we have managed to save his ear. We go back in a few weeks for a re-check but it is looking great. When I get this bill paid down, he will then be neutered. I know he will be jumping for joy when he hears that news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuji goes to a different vet this afternoon at 3pm to see how she is doing. Will let you know the rest of her story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the latest breaking news on Libby and the pets! Have a super duper weekend and Best ever Valentine's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-288148547123860352?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/288148547123860352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=288148547123860352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/288148547123860352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/288148547123860352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/breaking-newslibby.html' title='Breaking News***Libby'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-339582037216393248</id><published>2009-02-12T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:38:55.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on my way!!</title><content type='html'>I am a few years off from being 60 but I can already relate to some of these. Just thought I would share with my friends. You may have read these before! I will update on Fuji tomorrow after our vet visit. She is coming along just slowly. Thanks for your thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Perks of reaching  60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Kidnappers are not very interested in you.&lt;br /&gt;02. In a hostage situation you are likely to be released first.&lt;br /&gt;03. No one expects you to run--anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;04. People call at 9 pm and ask, did I wake you?&lt;br /&gt;05. People no longer view you as a hypochondriac.&lt;br /&gt;06. There is nothing left to learn the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;07. Things you buy now won't wear out.&lt;br /&gt;08. You can eat supper at 4 pm.&lt;br /&gt;09. You can live without sex but not your glasses.&lt;br /&gt;10. You get into heated arguments about pension plans.&lt;br /&gt;11. You no longer think of speed limits as a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;12. You quit trying to hold your stomach in no matter who walks into the room.&lt;br /&gt;13. You sing along with elevator music.&lt;br /&gt;14. Your eyes won't get much worse.&lt;br /&gt;15. Your investment in health insurance is finally beginning to pay off.&lt;br /&gt;16. Your joints are more accurate meteorologists than the national&lt;br /&gt;weather service.&lt;br /&gt;17. Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can't remember them either.&lt;br /&gt;18. Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size.&lt;br /&gt;19. You can't remember who sent you this list. And you notice these are all in Big Print for your convenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND TRY TO ALWAYS REMEMBER ... Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-339582037216393248?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/339582037216393248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=339582037216393248' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/339582037216393248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/339582037216393248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-on-my-way.html' title='I&apos;m on my way!!'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-8335012667575928725</id><published>2009-02-09T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:40:55.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuji update</title><content type='html'>Not much change today. I did get her to eat some Liv-a-snaps and a bite of pork chop last night. Ate a few more treats today, not her usual fare. Called the vet's office to let them know what was going on. The tech said I have to remember she can't smell anything so she isn't real interested in eating or doing much else. I take her out to potty and she just sits there until I prod her along to the other end of the yard. Still giving her cough medicine, the cough now sounds different, hopefully it is starting to ease up and her antibiotics. Will take her back to the vet Friday unless she gets worse. I hate to see her like this and I worry since she is 10 plus. Will keep you updated. Thanks for the well wishes and prayers. We at the Walker household love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the moon beautiful tonight? Big, round, full and white just like me!!! I feel like taking a moonbath in the backyard. The neighbors would just think there is a ghost out there since I am so white, no tan no more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-8335012667575928725?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/8335012667575928725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=8335012667575928725' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8335012667575928725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/8335012667575928725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuji-update.html' title='Fuji update'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5977367042767125175.post-6551036605185999425</id><published>2009-02-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:31:46.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sick pug</title><content type='html'>Fuji is very sick. She caught kennel cough /bronchitis  from my daughter's new pup. I took her to the vet Friday. He gave her amoxicillin, tablet form 2x daily. It is Sunday morning and she doesn't seem any better to me. She hates taking medicine. I tried hiding the pill in a sausage roll from Natural Balance. It smells good enough for humans to eat. I am going to check the ingredients! She clenches her jaw tight. It's all I can do to pry them open to get the pill down, now coated with butter. So thankful she is not a pit bull, I could be missing a finger! I give her Robitussin by dropper and that is just as bad. She hides when she sees that dropper or something in my hand. Her tail has been drooping for about 4-5 days. I know she is very sick since she has no interest in eating. I gave her some broth with the dropper this morning, she even fought me on that but I did get some in her. I will try more later. She is drinking though. All the pugs I have ever known never miss a chance to eat! That is their nature. Her nose is all stuffed up. Last night I called the emergency vet clinic, the nice lady told me to steam up the bathroom, put her in there and let her breathe in the steam. I also read to massage her head and cheeks. I lifted up her wrinkle when I was rubbing her head, that seemed to help. They need to make Breathe Right Strips for pugs!! I can't stand seeing her so miserable. I have to report to the vet tomorrow and she has another appointment Friday the 13th. I am hoping that medicine kicks in today! She is 10+ and has never slowed down for anything. I miss my wild and crazy girl!!! I am praying that my other dogs don't get sick from her. Wish her well please, thanks!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5977367042767125175-6551036605185999425?l=sassydog23.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/feeds/6551036605185999425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5977367042767125175&amp;postID=6551036605185999425' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6551036605185999425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5977367042767125175/posts/default/6551036605185999425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sassydog23.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-sick-pug.html' title='Very sick pug'/><author><name>Becky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00258545609450496014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
