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Ambassador tasks
Posted:Jul 6, 2016 9:10 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2018 6:18 pm
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On my home page, I have "ambassador tasks". If I click it I'm given three tasks, send messages to new members, contact my fans, and reply to a message within 48 hours. Does everyone have this?
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I've been poisoned
Posted:Jun 21, 2016 1:51 pm
Last Updated:Feb 25, 2018 6:19 pm
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I survived, and actually enjoyed, the weekend theme park adventure. I'm glad I got see my dad having the time of his life with the .

I'm an exhausted. When I got home from last night I laid down on the floor with my and fell asleep. I awoke when Sassy (that's my dog) woofed at my phone when it beeped. I replied to the text, then went right back to sleep. I woke again around 3 and trudged to bed. I slept in a little this morning. I still feel like I'm dying.

I'm pretty sure it's all the crap I ate over the weekend. Fries. Fried cheese. Corn dogs. More fries. Beer. More fries. Ice cream. Cotton candy. Pop (soda if you're not from here). Candy. I really think pizza was the healthiest thing I ate over the 3 days. I did have a salad, but who the hell knows what's on the stuff on a salad bar. So much artificially enhanced yumminess went down my gullet. Grease. Artificial flavors and colors and preservatives. And more grease. I pretty effectively poisoned my normally organic body. I'm no zealout when it comes to clean eating, but as a general rule, I keep it pretty tidy.

A few more gallons of green tea, some more chlorophyll caps, a couple more apple cider vinegar shots, a few long soaks in detox baths, and I'll be back in great condition. Just in time to leave on vacation and poison myself again. And I know I will. And it will be worth it.
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I've done some crazy things
Posted:Jun 16, 2016 7:26 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2020 7:39 am
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I've always been up for adventure, but I may have bitten off more than I can chew this time. I have agreed to accompany my dad, and 12 of his grandkids, ranging in age from 7-24 on a weekend trip to a huge amusement park. My dad has been patiently waiting for the littlest grandchild to be big enough to enjoy a trip Iike this. The time has come. Out of his 6 , I'm the one he asked to tag along. I'm the most tolerant of his shenanigans. I just let him think he's roaming wild and free while secretly watching to make sure he doesn't create too much havoc. I'm looking forward to the trip, but I can't help thinking "my god, what have I done?" And if he thinks I'm spending all weekend in Camp Snoopy with the little guys, he's wrong.
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Damn hippies, bonus recipe included
Posted:Jun 8, 2016 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Jun 11, 2016 7:54 pm
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Allergens have changed once again. Last week ended with me being down with sinusitis and an ear infection. I'm recovering from that pretty quickly. Today's misery was itchy eyes and drippy nose. Even though I'm a nurse, I'm a huge fan of naturopathic treatments. A friend shared a recipe for an "allergy shot" that she's recently started using with great results.

Here's the bonus recipe part:

You put a couple tbsp of water in a shot glass, then you add 2 drops each of lavender, lemon, and peppermint essential oils. Then you down it like a shot of whiskey.

It burrrrrrrrns. It just burns. Just like good bourbon.

It also works. Seriously. It fucking works! Within 10 minutes my symptoms were gone.

No more itchy eyes. No drippage from the nose. No throat tickles. I am healed!

I'd add a big "hallelujah" but everything I've eaten or drank since taking the shot has a strange flowery, minty, citrusy taste.
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Please don't feed the trolls.
Posted:Jun 7, 2016 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2016 8:34 pm
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Trolls, they're everywhere here in blogland.

What keeps them going? We do!

We need to stop it!

Don't like someone? Fine. Why let them have so much space in your head? Just scroll right the fuck past their posts.

What really kills me are the blogs that are entirely filled with posts that point to the hated bloggers. If you need to bitch about someone else to have blog material, just give it up Hun. This isn't the avocation for you! You just need to sit down nod shut yer yap, you're every bit as much of an asshole as the person you're bashing.

Thus concludes the sermon of the day.
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On the bright side
Posted:Jun 5, 2016 7:24 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2016 8:46 pm
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I'm ill, somewhere between just under the weather and feeing Ike a train hit me. I'm recovering but still not great. This would be a good time to be all down in the dumps but I'm not.

I have great neighbors, one mowed my grass yesterday. Another filled my bird feeders and brought me food.

My , parents and even my ex called to see if I need anything.

My supervisor at work called to ket me know she can swap my scheduled days and I can stay home tomorrow since our census is low.

The thing that I'm happiest about is the change in the weather meant the first boob sweat free day in a week. Not a single drop of moisture collected in my bosom when I ventured outside for a bit. Hell, I didn't even have to peel my thighs off of the plastic chair I sat in. Gross, but true.
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So much negativity
Posted:Jun 4, 2016 8:59 pm
Last Updated:Jun 7, 2016 8:46 pm
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Some bloggers honestly just irritate the shit out of me. I could go on a rampage hete. I'd rather be upbeat though.

So tell me about the best part of your day. What made you smile?
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The ghost smells nice at least
Posted:May 28, 2016 4:49 pm
Last Updated:Aug 15, 2020 7:39 am
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The most recent supernatural phenomenon happening around here is a phantom smell that comes and goes. I first noticed the smell yesterday as I was getting ready for work. It's a pleasant smell. It's bright, citrusy, flowery, almost woodsy. It's a very familiar smell, but I couldn't quite place it. This morning I called my sister, the cool sister, and asked her to come smell my house. Being a good sport, and craving adventure, she stopped in while running errands. She walked around sniffing, sniffing, and finally she caught a whiff. She immediately said "L'air Du Temps........ Holy fuck....... Aunt Mae is haunting you...... What do you do to piss her off?!"

The house I live was my Aunt Mae and Uncle Jake's "summer place." They never had so Aunt Mae was very close to her nieces and nephews, I seemed to be the one who had the closest relationship with her. Aunt Mae was the coolest person ever. She taught me a lot about life, and loving. We went halfsies when her brother (my dad) needed bailed out of jail after a peaceful protest over radioactive waste in the Quehanna wilderness. She was awesome, and that's not a word I just toss around. She was the best.

When she decided to move into a retirement community and sell her properties, I was given first shot at the summer place. I took it. She told me "it's your house now, love it, live well there, change what you want, just be sure to plant something new every year, or I'll haunt you!"

I haven't planted anything new this spring, but this morning I made a trip to a garden center and grabbed a Gaura to add to the perennial bed. I hope to get it planted tomorrow, but I wouldn't mind Aunt Mae hanging around.
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Morning visitor
Posted:May 27, 2016 4:35 am
Last Updated:May 28, 2016 4:16 pm
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No ghostly activity in my house last night.

But this guy showed up for breakfast.
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Yep, it's haunted
Posted:May 26, 2016 4:45 am
Last Updated:May 27, 2016 4:33 am
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On my way to the kitchen for coffee, I discovered my on the couch. I asked if she was ok. She said she was but "there's something downstairs." I immediately went into mama bear mode and went back into my room for a gun. She said "no, mom, no...... It's not something you can shoot.... My closet door kept opening by itself all night." She went to explain that she had a very restless sleep and every time she woke up, the closet door was open. She would close it and fall back asleep. A short time later she'd wake up and find it open.

I've been around this house all of my life. I used to sleep in that basement bedroom. The door has never opened on its own. I know houses can shift. The new addition on the opposite end of the house could pulled things a little out of whack. I'm not freaking out here. A vanishing cookie and a closet door with a mind of its own don't necessarily add up to ghostly activity. It could be aliens I guess.
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Well, I guess my house is haunted.
Posted:May 25, 2016 3:29 pm
Last Updated:May 26, 2016 4:08 am
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Last night, I was eating cookies in bed. One rolled out of my hand, across the bed and onto the floor. I got out of bed to look for it. I had no intention of eating it, but, you know ants, mice. I didn't see the cookie on the floor, so I looked under the bed. Under the nightstand. Under the dresser. In the closet and bathroom, thinking maybe it rolled under the door. I never found the cookie. My was sleeping in my 's room, so I know she didn't eat the cookie. The only possible explanation is that I have a ghost. It owes me a cookie.
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Panties
Posted:May 23, 2016 6:05 am
Last Updated:May 25, 2016 3:22 pm
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Am I the only woman who loves boy shorts? They cover. They don't ride up. The lines don't show. The don't twist, fold, spindle or mutilate. They are the most comfortable underpants ever. Yet, it seems few women like them.

Thongs seem pretty popular, and while they are sexy, they hurt my ass. Maybe they're best for the assless? I will occasionally don a thong when I want to feel sexy. Within minutes I'm regretting the decision. It feels like flossing my crack.

Bikinis are cute, but they always fall down. It's hard to carry on with your day when your gutchies are slowly rolling down your hip bones.

Full on briefs are just wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Just no. Don't do it.

Ladies, what undergarments do you prefer?

Gents, I'd like to hear your thoughts too. What style do you prefer to admire and peel off your partner?
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Then sings my soul, Shallow reflections from a lake
Posted:May 22, 2016 7:14 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2016 1:50 pm
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I'll apologize upfront, this post is going to be a stream of consciousness rambling. I've learned that when my body is at rest, my soul is free to wonder. We all need that. I feel the need to document my thoughts, for myself, for days that my body is busy and I need a reminder of what it feels like when my soul is active.

I'm sitting on the shore of Lake Erie. My ex's family has made their living, for generations, by moving freight across the Great Lakes. My ex was the first to break out of the mold and pursue a different path. He became a nurse when he grew up, much to his father's disgust. He broke loose, shook things up, made his own way. I was so proud of his rebel ways back then. I'm still proud of him. He's a great nurse, great person, great dad, and still a great friend to me. I'm not ruminating almost love here, I'm thankful that I got to spend a great portion of my life with a person who isn't afraid to shake things up to follow their heart. We are still close, we are just better, more complete people apart, than we were together.

I'm so thankful for the beautiful women I'm here with. Our common bond is working in an ER together. We're all nurses, but so very different. One is a retired Air Force officer, she is probably the strongest person I know. She spent her marriage separated from her love many times because one or the other was deployed. She learned to be both parents, she learned to fix plumbing leaks, and broken down cars, and hearts of her babies when they cried for daddy. She's a widow, her husband was killed on his last deployment. It's almost like their entire marriage was preparing her for the way it ended. Her strength is the quiet kind, she doesn't need to speak much to convey her indomitable spirit. She gets shit done. The other woman here is also strong. She calls herself "the most over educated nurse on the fucking planet." She holds a PhD in nursing. She runs companies, she teaches, she is one of the best recruiters for our career. She has one of those fairy tale lives, married to her childhood friend turned college sweetheart, 3 wildly talented , a that weighs 167 pounds (not an exaggeration, jasper is half moose I think), she has the spirit of a short, dumpy, Italian gramma spread out over her smokin hot 5'11 frame. She is a force to be reckoned with. She nags. She cusses like a drunken Sailor. She puts you right in your place when needed. Above all, she loves, with every ounce of her being. I fall somewhere in between these two, that's probably why I'm so fond of each of them. They also know when I need to be kidnapped, to be taken away to somewhere quiet for some nothing, just time to recharge. They both share mystical Cajun and Native American roots, I try not to piss them off.

Recharging leads me to thoughts of a beloved acquaintance and my dad. Both are Empaths, I mean the real, honest to God, gifted (or cursed) with the ability to feel the emotions and physical pain of others. Both are healers in their own way. My dad is a retired physician, he blended traditional western medicine with holistic practices. She works with elderly dementia patients. I have a larger than average touch of Empathy, and I can't fathom how they've survived carrying out their work when they feel all the feels all the time. What fascinates me most is they utilize they same coping mechanisms. They both carry rocks in their pockets, they say this keeps them grounded. Occasionally the rock wears out, they lose their ground, then they throw the rock into moving water and find a new rock. They both hug trees, literally, they wrap their arms around a tree, visualize themselves connecting to the trees roots, they soak in the Earth's regenerating powers. Water is the ultimate restorative for both, when they feel drained they head for moving water. Perching on a stream side rock or wading in the water really gets them going. He says it's all about exchanging ions, letting the negative ions cast away the positive. She has said that its like the water pulls the rotten out and sends it downstream, dispersing it into the fresh water, and eventually it's recycled into positive energy for the people downstream. Two people, of different generations, who've never met, but have found the same ways to cope with carrying the same cursed gift. The same ways of recharging their ground and cleansing themselves of the negativity they attract. I guess this kind of like the whole "if God brings you to it, he will see you through it" thing.

I could go on, and on and on, but my coffee cup has been drained. I think it's time to wade in the nearby creek and get fully charged before I have to quiet my soul and engage my body and mind again.
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