tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72127082748241946382024-02-06T20:44:46.690-08:00salad sandwichJust the general stuff that makes up what I call my life. I love lettuce and at my previous job my nickname was 'Salad Sandwich' for the inch of lettuce that protruded from the bread! I always thought it would make a good title for something...Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-12334859338637257732009-04-25T13:52:00.000-07:002009-04-25T14:46:55.835-07:00Thank you!<div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81xiK0EdeXyF0vO_xjnksnXNNnKCCSnEO7xF_AF7ixbz4Efc5M022vSRsto91kHEHkIeXEg817s1o6S5KkJ1YHtBvvNr1wRl1lVJSZ6rV2wxxBAfC0TQk8SkbCOKwRo8w1oyEByQp7mL1/s1600-h/honestscrap.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328734913787303442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi81xiK0EdeXyF0vO_xjnksnXNNnKCCSnEO7xF_AF7ixbz4Efc5M022vSRsto91kHEHkIeXEg817s1o6S5KkJ1YHtBvvNr1wRl1lVJSZ6rV2wxxBAfC0TQk8SkbCOKwRo8w1oyEByQp7mL1/s400/honestscrap.png" border="0" /></a> Audrey(<a href="http://stage3whome.blogspot.com/">http://stage3whome.blogspot.com/</a>) - thank you sooo much! I have also always wanted to do a meme, but have never been tagged!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">The Honest Scrap Award:</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">1) Tell your readers 10 things they don't know about you, but that are true.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">2)Tag 10 people with the award.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">These are my 10 things:</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">1)I am a horrible housekeeper. I am very unorganised at home.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">2)I am very organised, however, at work. Everything has a certain place, and goes in a certain order.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">3)I procrastinate way too much.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">4)Adam Sandler is one of my favourite actors. I think he is sexy!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">5)I studied acting in college for about a year. Unfortuneatly they wanted me to sing and dance, neither of which I do well.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">6)Like Audrey, my favourite music is classic rock.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">7)I am afraid to examine my inner self too closely, because I am afraid I won't like what I see.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">8)I like men with hairy chests!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">9)I love horror movies.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">10) I am horrible at math!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center">I have changed the rules a little bit for this award. I hope this is allowed.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">#1 This is no longer an 'award'. It is a gift. For you to keep. It represents your gift for honest and open blogging. You are not obligated to pass it on, although you may if you wish.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">#2 I would like to read your ten facts, though!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">These are my ten people to receive the gift</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">1) Janis (<a href="http://justbreathejanis.blogspot.com/">http://justbreathejanis.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">2)Linda (<a href="http://my-over-the-fence.blogspot.com/">http://my-over-the-fence.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">3)Lisa (wearin my heart on my sleeve) (<a href="http://cw2smom-wearinmyheartonmysleeve.blogspot.com/">http://cw2smom-wearinmyheartonmysleeve.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">4) Lisa Ballico (<a href="http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/">http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">5) Michelle (<a href="http://anchellblue.blogspot.com/">http://anchellblue.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">6) Evil Twin's Wife (<a href="http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/">http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">7) Jen (<a href="http://rainbowspirit11.blogspot.com/">http://rainbowspirit11.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">8) Natalie (<a href="http://mummypandy.blogspot.com/">http://mummypandy.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">9) Gina (<a href="http://blackstonemyst.blogspot.com/">http://blackstonemyst.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">10) Audrey (<a href="http://stage3whome.blogspot.com/">http://stage3whome.blogspot.com/</a>)</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong>IMPORTANT! </strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left">If you have already received this, remember, it is now a gift! If you have already posted your ten things, you could just post your favourite book and why you like it, only if you want to, though.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Will be doing the meme shortly...I'm excited to do it!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-13931487383494823152009-04-25T12:25:00.000-07:002009-04-25T12:26:41.057-07:00Fat cats in window haiku<div align="center">Fat cats crack my blinds</div><div align="center">In window for the sunshine!</div><div align="center">Those are expensive!</div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-75058485805778683962009-04-22T10:02:00.000-07:002009-04-23T10:00:50.198-07:00Oh my Word! WednesdaysHere it is, Wednesday again, and time for my word of the week.<br /><br /><br /><br />My weekly words come from a site called 'Save the Words' and you can adopt your own by visiting them. (<a href="http://www.savethewords.org/">www.savethewords.org/</a>)<br /><br /><br /><br />This week's word is veprecose<br /><br /><br /><br />Veprecose: adj - full of prickly shrubs or bushes<br /><br /><br /><br />Making love in the veprecose field behind the old warehouse proved to be a poor idea, as I ended up with a thorn in my arse!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327563916616201410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoy9A0hXgErLePzRqCGh5qgOyG_9i9eMJpgglKQDXz2wLFPihPdGTanU24FH4VSwX4nOT0XWMjurWzohuCftZC4NOGnUufkoYQUvil79sKKGIIafQ9Xc6n-tNKer2MdpZMFUL29PkK-st/s400/veprecose.jpg" border="0" />Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-37928359949433298302009-04-18T14:19:00.000-07:002009-04-18T14:20:20.476-07:00All in a day's workA quick rundown of my night at work last night.<br /><br />Room 121 B – Martha French… Is a German lady with a feeding tube who is bedridden and rarely speaks. She said ‘Hi’ to me, and laughed when I spilled a can of Nutren Glytrol on myself. (a sticky nutritional supplement) It’s our running joke that I am the messy nurse. She was having a good day.<br /><br />Room 122 B – William the pervert…was out with his wife during my shift . Yeah!<br /><br />Room 123 A – Ellen Anderson…was not having such a good day. Wanted to go out and buy her daughter a Christmas present. “I had the strangest dream…and you were in it! You were giving me pills.” Um… that wasn’t a dream, but okay.<br /><br />Room 124 A – Sally Caron… 10:45 PM “Honey, have they served breakfast yet?” Actually, yes, although it was some time ago! I got her some cereal and decaf, she went back to bed.<br /><br />Room 125 – Mr. and Mrs. Martin… “Our son that has MS had to have back surgery today,” a teary eyed Mrs. Martin told me. “He is so sick. He fell down a flight of steps at work fifteen years ago and hasn’t been the same since, and now, with the MS…”<br /><br />Room 126 B – Marvin Borders… Was running around with his lady friend as usual! They are so cute together!<br /><br />Room 127 A – Louise Zimmer… Upon returning from a visit with her huband, hands me her hearing aides, and states “Finally! I can get some peace and quiet! That man never shuts up!”<br /><br />Room 128 – Margie Guisen… “Did you run the numbers for the Allen account?” (She was reading them off her bed spread) Of course I did, and we will discuss them over dinner tomorrow.<br /><br />Room 129 A – Janet Wones…Her electric recliner decided to short out while she was up in the air. It took myself and two of my aides to get her safely into her bed.<br /><br />Room 129 B – Esther Williams… “Honey, is my husband dead?” I tell her that he is (this is a conversation we have often) and ask her to tell me something about him. I have found that the best way to deal with this is to ask her to tell me a story about him, and of course give her a big hug and a kiss and cover her up tight. Let me add that her daughter – an only child – is a worthless piece of shit that moved out of the country and quit paying to have her mother’s hair done. I make sure she gets it done at least once a month. I would love to knock that daughter out! (Ooooh! Do I sense a little hostility?)<br /><br />Room 130 A – Margaret Ashworth… returned from the hospital. I am glad to have her back safe and sound.<br /><br />Room 130 B – Edna Owens… Was a very active 96 year old woman before a fracture in her right hip left her bedridden a few weeks ago. I have been very concerned about her mental health, but she seems to be doing well. I contacted her church group and some of her friends on campus and encouraged them to visit. They have been, and she was very excited to tell me about someone who brought her a tape player and books on tape. She always keeps peppermint patties on hand for me. Yum!<br /><br />Room 131 A – Betty Salyer… Went home on Thursday. Normally this would be a good thing, but she is living with her son and about fifteen cats and was not cared for very well. The son is a little questionable… maybe a little ‘slow’. I was sad to see her go.<br /><br />Room 132 A – Ruby Wentworth… Is about 65 and was admitted after a stroke. She has a hard time getting her words out, but I have learned to communicate well with her and usually know what she is trying to say. She enjoys hearing about my dates, and I enjoy telling her.<br /><br />Room 133 B – Josephine Flannigan…Is known across the whole campus as ‘The Drug Queen’ . Most nurses dread working with her. I have actually had her open doors to other patients rooms looking for me. I have learned just to give her whatever she wants (within reason) and we get along famously. She knows my work schedule better than the staffing office!<br /><br />A few notes<br /><br />*The nursing facility where I work is very large. We house approximately 800 residents in independent homes, apartments, and in the skilled (nursing home) area. That’s why they call it a campus. We have our own water tower and post office even!<br /><br />*I have 25 patients all together. These were just the most interesting tidbits from last night.<br /><br />*Obviously there is much more to my job, but the rest of you would either find boring or gross, so I left it out.Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-29332795443083940312009-04-16T21:54:00.000-07:002009-04-16T21:55:23.416-07:00White liesYeah, I fudged a little. Things are going great and I should be happy and smiling and singing and dancing. I’m not. I’m feeling really down and despondent. Feeling kinda sick and run down. This happens from time to time. In the world of bi-polar disorder, we call it cycling. My lows are never as bad as they were before my breakdown, but creep up none the less. I actually took a nerve pill tonight, the first I have taken in at least six months.<br /><br />Hormones never help. Many people who have never experienced any type of clinical depression tend to think I should just cheer up. I wish it was that easy. I know this is only temporary. I go through it several times a year. Probably a few more weeks. Maybe more, hopefully less. In the meantime, I put on my fake smile and prance about. It makes everyone feel better.Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-16372034635086390902009-04-15T13:35:00.000-07:002009-04-15T14:10:12.536-07:00Blurbs<div>*I… am here. Alive and well. Sometimes I just drop out of life for a while. It used to happen out of depression, but now it just happens. Thing is, it usually happens in February. Not April. It’s very hard to explain, but has been happening to me for most of my life. Now, on to better things!<br /><br />*I…had a second date with Greg Monday night! It was quite lovely, we went to a local crafts store and walked around to kill time before we went to a movie. We are both crafty people, myself being a painter, and him doing a little of everything, mainly woodburning. We went to see ‘The Last House on the Left’, a slasher flick, which was pretty good, but I was having a hard time giving it my full attention! Hmmm… We then went to dinner at a wings place. We both had wings. Eat em’ with your fingers, greasy, messy, dripping, wings. No room to be shy there! AND we both had garlic wings to boot! I am so very proud of myself, as I again kept my legs crossed on the advice of Mummy Nat! This is getting difficult!<br /><br />*I …had a great birthday! Saturday, (the 4th)I had dinner at my dad’s house, then joined my friends at a pub for drinks, then my best friend Ricky invited us all back to his place to finish off the evening! All my fave girls came, and as usual, we danced the night away listening to vinyl, and my friend Alicia’s ipod on which she put together a special playlist for me! Sunday, my mom and step dad took me out to dinner at one of my favourite BBQ joints. Monday found me relaxing, and on Tuesday, my actual birthday, my friend Alicia took me out for wings (I really like wings) and then to the local watering hole where we were joined by the rest of our group!<br /><br />*I…have a birthday celebration theory. If your birthday falls on a weekday, you may celebrate for your birthday the weekend before, the week of, and the weekend after. If your birthday falls on a weekend, (you lucky duck!) you may celebrate the weekend before, the week leading up to, the weekend of your birthday, the week after, and the next weekend! After that, may the force be with you!<br /><br />*If…you are a parent and yes, I mean YOU! You have the hardest, most important job in the world! Go aisy on yerself! As long as you are doing the best you can, that’s all anyone can ask. If they ask for more, shoot them with a laser beam!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I just wanted to add this funny photo, my mother would probably keel over if she knew I was showing it.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325021109793961826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNdbAfXfIOtCQn2-bmTGop4ZgVtxtkMNVmumOszL5Db8MhfoAb4tp9agIHY3gYDu1550UruC_c5QOgHQZGXFUou0Rr6DkrC10wOLDChIWJ6Mt3X4S4uWFJWAHEKTN1eQReCuU_utxkVY75/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This is my mom posing with her 'grand kitties' Boo Radley is perched on her shoulder and Scout is in her arms. Yes, they are really both as big as they look. Boo turned 5 on April 9th, and Scout will be 10 on July 1st. (Mom is 37)</div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-9251422279922216442009-04-15T00:30:00.000-07:002009-04-15T00:41:46.149-07:00Oh my Word! Wednesdays<div>Lots of catching up to do today, but vanmost on the list is my word of the week! (Yes, I realise that I missed last week's word, but I missed pretty much all of last week)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>My weekly words come from a site called Save The Words. (<a href="http://www.savethewords.org/">http://www.savethewords.org/</a>) You can adopt your own by visiting them! </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This week's word is...drumroll...Veteratorian!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Veteratorian: adj - subtle</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>"He ignored my veteratorian hints to stop talking so loudly about the woman who was within earshot, so I hit him with a board."</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324819908087693458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUOwJI3UT6JWjo75bOvql06KJCXYx9LNSQsxAtYPLDxEOIes8MgGA0rlzGstOR0pM500p8xhDBukURtAYeroHNQx5yugjNclMLSPJoW0OmLnuYeXgEDrtQR2Zypym6kA5JNxkg8jz5xMWl/s400/veteratorian.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-68625784991044025192009-04-13T09:25:00.001-07:002009-04-13T09:26:27.972-07:00Belated birthday blog for beautiful Ms. BallicoLovely Lisa<br /><br />Lady of the laundry<br /><br />Lover of the land.<br /><br />Teacher of the Divine,<br /><br />Seeker of wisdom.<br /><br />Wonderful womanly witch,<br /><br />Golden gossamer Goddess.<br /><br />Sharing sacred secrets,<br /><br />Writing soulful songs.<br /><br />Inspiring,<br /><br />Aspiring,<br /><br />Inquiring,<br /><br />What a wonderful soul!<br /><br /><br />Happy Birthday with<br />All my love-<br />VevayVevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-46264701747729267692009-04-07T12:27:00.000-07:002009-04-07T12:30:30.255-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19eRBDCBDUTOQh_rOkBDUgS1NJQSBY1ZRQ0HOn0EIFl0Bu0ryq5CtFeAgbyA2-7IJakZC5smk63rmeaP7w6GLqnIiqTOV4voNTMXq6Sz1-m7Op8Krdzc6-l9Lg3bSGoPjoWRhdkRRDcTJ/s1600-h/teddy+bears.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322033642167813794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 443px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg19eRBDCBDUTOQh_rOkBDUgS1NJQSBY1ZRQ0HOn0EIFl0Bu0ryq5CtFeAgbyA2-7IJakZC5smk63rmeaP7w6GLqnIiqTOV4voNTMXq6Sz1-m7Op8Krdzc6-l9Lg3bSGoPjoWRhdkRRDcTJ/s400/teddy+bears.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As of 4:17 this morning, I am thirty years old. I still sleep with my teddy bear. My mom bought him for me when I was born, and I slept with him and a blanket she had crocheted. Despite many attempts to tear them away from me, I slept with both until I was twenty years old when my ex moved in with me. That was a hard thing to give up, but was also a terribly embarrassing habit.<br /><br />In 2005 I had a ‘mental breakdown’ and spent a week in the behavioral health unit (read: looney bin lol!) of our local hospital. On day two, my mom brought Teddy with her on her visit. It was one of the loneliest and most frightening times of my life, yet my dear stuffed friend didn’t judge me and didn’t hold it against me for ditching him for my ex.<br /><br />Returning home was almost equally as frightening as being admitted to the hospital, and I slept with Teddy for a good six months after my return before he went to the closet.<br /><br />When my ex and I started having severe problems, Teddy was again glad to comfort me. When my ex started traveling for work, staying gone for weeks or months at a time, Teddy was there to step up and take his place. When I kicked my ex out last July, Teddy was GLAD TO SEE HIM GO!<br /><br /><div></div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-89088293889188530312009-04-07T10:28:00.000-07:002009-04-07T10:30:08.432-07:00"Rumors of my death have been greatly exxagerated." - Mark Twain<br /><br /><br />I did not fall off the face of the earth. Feeling kinda blah and uninspired lately...weather changes tend to do that to me. It was in the 70's last week, and is snowing today!<br /><br />Will be returning soon.<br /><br />Love to all.Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-83895858369518830882009-04-01T10:56:00.001-07:002009-04-01T10:56:40.882-07:00Bits and pieces*Greg…is 31, has a four year old son, is divorced, is a chemical technician, loves history, especially Irish and Celtic, is very intelligent, has lots of tattoos, (I love tattoos) is very handsome, has red hair, tells me “I think I’m in like with you” and is just lovely! We are planning another date, and have actually been going over our schedules for the next few weeks so we can see what days we can get together!<br /><br />*I…had a pity party for myself yesterday. Teary eyed, pissy, whiney, hormonal. Oh, I’m going to be thirty and I have accomplished nothing… no body loves me…I’m fat and ugly and have a big zit. My house is messy, the laundry needs done, shitty litter boxes need cleaned, and I can’t get any over time at work. Boo-hoo, woe is me, think I’ll drink some booze. Decided that wasn’t the best idea. Think I’ll drown myself in chocolate. Better alternative, but still not a good idea. Think I’ll read some blogs.<br /><br />*I…read many blogs last night. Stopped crying for myself, but started crying for the pain others are experiencing. Why is life so unfair? These people don’t deserve this pain. Why can’t I help them? Why can’t I help everyone? Why can’t I make puppies, rainbows, and children’s laughter for the world so everyone can be happy and everything can be wonderful?<br /><br />*I… clicked on a link from a post by Gina at From The Myst (<a href="http://blackstonemyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-beauty.html">http://blackstonemyst.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-beauty.html</a>) I laughed so hard that I had to stop reading, and come back. I will definitely be following that blog!<br /><br />*I…felt better. Got a new word. Had comments on my blog. Talked to Greg. Didn’t reveal that I become a psychopath once a month. That I probably have only one good week out of the month, as I suffer from pre-menstrual syndrome, during menstrual syndrome, and post menstrual syndrome!<br /><br />*Today…Is a beautiful day. I have wonderful blogger friends. ‘The sun is out, the sky is blue, it’s beautiful, and so are you!” (Dear Prudence by The Beatles)Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-29666012562716303142009-04-01T09:09:00.000-07:002009-04-01T09:26:41.235-07:00Oh my word! I forgot to tell you!I was very tired last night when I posted my 'Oh my Word!' entry, and neglected to tell you all the details regarding my new project!<br /><br /><br />I found the website 'Save The Words' through a post at Lovely Lisa's site. Here is her post :<br /><a href="http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/2009/03/1152-pm-pregnatress-adopt-word.html">http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/2009/03/1152-pm-pregnatress-adopt-word.html</a><br /><br /><br />You can adopt your own word at the Save The Words website:<br /><a href="http://www.savethewords.org/">http://www.savethewords.org/</a><br /><br />These are real words as far as I know, but are considered obsolete, and are no longer in the dictionary.<br /><br />I love language, and hate to see wonderful words such as 'volgivagant' and 'vanmost' kicked out of the dictionary to make room for words like 'crunk'! (which I gather is a rap term that means crazy drunk)<br /><br />Volgivagant was my first word, and you can see my original post at:<br /><a href="http://saladsandwich.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-word-volgivagant.html">http://saladsandwich.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-my-word-volgivagant.html</a>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-55486444835155449022009-04-01T00:52:00.000-07:002009-04-01T00:58:43.955-07:00Oh my Word! WednesdaysI enjoyed adopting a word so much, that I decided I would try my hand at adopting one a week.<br /><br /><br />Adopt your own word! It's definitely NOT volgivagant!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319628510690497618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ-8646cEeXRIZSnzFZyJe-5-jS_CkYzRhGTuRFQ3Q0Xuz4sfg5TAm512IpzRom1eiTxp1JsCQpEOfCKn87HlXsdIQsg7sALTE21clbPgy-NI7jOS26uMq2ZzTXRqIXIuzEqSTXU7FfLeX/s400/vanmost.jpg" border="0" /></div><p> </p><p> </p><p>Vanmost - Foremost</p><p> </p><p>Vanmost on my mind was what I was going to wear.</p>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-38121332994462197142009-03-29T23:58:00.001-07:002009-03-29T23:58:55.205-07:00And...We have a winner!I started talking to Greg in December. We met on MySpace, not an ideal place to meet guys. Due to some interesting circumstances that came about at the beginning of January, I deleted him and a number of other guys from my MySpace friends.<br /><br />After the person I met in January quickly turned out to be not what I had originally thought, I started talking to Greg again. “You e mailed and asked why I deleted you from my friends list. Some crazy things happened in my life very quickly, and I kinda shut myself off…anyway, I’m back if you still want to talk.” Amazingly enough, he did.<br /><br />We chatted on MySpace, then exchanged numbers and started texting (oh joy!) and eventually started talking on the phone. He scared me to death. Why? Because he is so nice. He said many things to me that were similar to the things Mr. January had said. That person had me completely snowed, and I wasn’t about to let it happen again.<br /><br />Besides that, Greg doesn’t have a license. A big dating no no for me. He lost it following a DUI in October. (He gets it back at the end of April) I believe people do stupid things and learn from their mistakes. God knows I’ve done plenty of stupid crap in my life. In addition, I had broken an even bigger dating no no to see Mr. January. That was my fault.<br /><br />Greg continued being his very sweet self, telling me he would have his license back soon, and he could take me out. We started talking and texting all day. Every day. He couldn’t understand when I told him I was afraid of his niceness. I think he was a little upset with me when I told him I was afraid he was a player, but I was just telling the truth.<br /><br />Soooo… I accepted the date with Mike last weekend, which we all know didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped. Now I’m glad.<br /><br />Greg and I were talking earlier in the week when he told me he would be off Sunday, would I like to come and take him out for dinner? That must have been a hard thing to ask a girl. I would think it was very emasculating. I accepted.<br /><br />Tonight, I picked him up at his house. We went to Red Lobster, which is a pretty nice (read: pricy) restaurant. Definitely not volgivagant. Nice dinner, we were there for almost two hours talking. I was so nervous I shook the whole time. He suggested a movie. A real movie in a theatre. It has been almost four years since I’ve been to the movies! The movie didn’t start until 10:15, so when we left Red Lobster, we went to a bookstore next to the theatre. We walked around and held hands, and he put his arm around me, kissed my hand, and played with my hair. (Awwww…. Do you want to throw up yet?) He leaned over and smelled my hair. “You smell so good,” he said. Now if I am going to make the effort to be all dolled up and put on my lotions and potions for a guy, he damn well better notice!<br /><br />Not only do I appreciate when a guy notices that I have my stink pretty on, but it makes me more comfortable. I have a thing about smells. I love to smell things. Not everything, obviously, but I knew when he smelled my hair that he wasn’t going to freak out if I leaned into him and took a big whiff of his cologne. He smelled really good, too, by the way. He was wearing cologne he ordered from Ireland called Patrick.<br /><br />We left the bookstore, and went to the theatre. He took me to see ‘The Haunting in Connecticut’. We both love horror movies. He held my hand, put his arm around me, it was all very comfortable, and my nerves eased up a little.<br /><br />All night he remembered to open doors, told me how nice I looked, and how he loves to see me smile. My face hurts, and I’m STILL smiling! Then I had to take him home. The date was over. Neither of us was happy for it to end, but it was past midnight, and short of making out in the backseat there was nothing left to do. Mummy Nat will be proud, I kept my legs crossed!<br /><br />I wanted to tell you all so badly, but was afraid I would jinx myself! I can’t wait to see him again, and he has called me once and texted me several times saying he feels the same way! I so hope he doesn’t turn out to be a player. My poor little heart can’t take much more breaking!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-85108646313061903862009-03-29T13:37:00.000-07:002009-03-29T13:38:19.258-07:00Rainy day kitties haiku<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Two fat kitty cats</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lazy on a rainy day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Snuggle with us mom!</span></div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-59382587907091951012009-03-28T07:12:00.000-07:002009-03-28T07:29:39.520-07:00Oh My Word! VolgivagantSo much catching up to do!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I loved the 'Adopt A Word' Post from Lisa (<a href="http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/2009/03/1152-pm-pregnatress-adopt-word.html">http://raihndrops.blogspot.com/2009/03/1152-pm-pregnatress-adopt-word.html</a>) that I decided to adopt my own!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />YOU can adopt your own at Save The Words. (<a href="http://www.savethewords.org/">http://www.savethewords.org/</a>)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Oh my word!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318243836890528786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9osJD5V72BIlzWKFWk6-fcIQiqPUkW01AL8zr-tymoH9xQciF6gIj3hjl6DaZnqCjOZvjQIOPAN7QTxqi5pBWWaXyERTNBTIytWKvXzMYq0ZNQUhdblsrZgFRy96PhI50VpDUi5Xa35aq/s400/volgivagant.jpg" border="0" /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>VOLGIVAGANT (adj) pertaining to the common people<br /></p>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-9842840310922395222009-03-24T17:50:00.000-07:002009-03-24T17:52:14.277-07:00StarfishOnce upon a time there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the beach before he began his work. One day he was walking along the shore. As he looked down the beach, he saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He smiled to himself to think of someone who would dance to the day. So he began to walk faster to catch up.<br />As he got closer, he saw that it was a young man and the young man wasn't dancing, but instead he was reaching down to the shore, picking up something and very gently throwing it into the ocean.<br />As he got closer he called out, "Good morning! What are you doing?"<br />The young man paused, looked up and replied, "Throwing starfish in the ocean."<br />"I guess I should have asked, why are you throwing starfish in the ocean?"<br />"The sun is up and the tide is going out. And if I don't throw them in they'll die."<br />"But, young man, don't you realize that there are miles and miles of beach and starfish all along it. You can't possibly make a difference!"<br />The young man listened politely. Then bent down, picked up another starfish and threw it into the sea, past the breaking waves and said- "It made a difference for that one."<br />How many "starfish" do you come across in a day?<br />- Author Unknown<br /><br /><br /><br />I came across this on the net and wanted to share it. I would love to know and give credit to whoever wrote this. If you have any idea please let me know!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-6914030948366900272009-03-23T17:47:00.001-07:002009-03-23T17:47:47.347-07:00You can't win them all!I think he was definitely more nervous than I was. We had a good time. Nice dinner, good conversation, lots in common. There just weren’t any sparks for me. Unfortunately there must have been for him, because he keeps texting me things like ‘I miss you already’, and ‘I wish we were together right now’. Ack! What to do?!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-65662277768496178192009-03-21T15:29:00.000-07:002009-03-21T15:32:37.060-07:00Symptoms1) Nausea<br /><br />2) Light headed<br /><br />3) Legs weak/shaky<br /><br />4) Short of breath<br /><br />5) Headache<br /><br />6) tight feeling in my chest<br /><br /><br />Am I having a heart attack?<br /><br /><br /><br />NO! I have First Date Jitters!!!<br />Wish me luck!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-15864035959639563952009-03-20T12:47:00.000-07:002009-03-20T13:04:08.717-07:00Long overdue thanks!!!I have recently received some blogging awards for which I am very appreciative and quite flattered! The only problem is, I'm not sure what to do about passing them on... I will come up with something, rest assured! In the mean time I would like to thank these people, and everyone who takes the time to read my posts! Love to all!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you Natalie at Musings From The Deep (<a href="http://mummypandy.blogspot.com/">http://mummypandy.blogspot.com</a>)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDNlibHH7wxKkX5pUxBRa7CxwTscgHN0MSmVN3z02rENm0nlTbKdW-vlGe1RxqeTNKS9sNAaw7cRp1YFa5Utv7qJjc5ZMHl-rgdg5uzymUvLOa0F6H6tzWI7oS4cI2g0iZabr7hXt8zF9/s1600-h/fabulous.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315360580474831170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvDNlibHH7wxKkX5pUxBRa7CxwTscgHN0MSmVN3z02rENm0nlTbKdW-vlGe1RxqeTNKS9sNAaw7cRp1YFa5Utv7qJjc5ZMHl-rgdg5uzymUvLOa0F6H6tzWI7oS4cI2g0iZabr7hXt8zF9/s400/fabulous.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRZLskPkJpD0iiBf8uzdxOZd2CQOO3d9hSiphxb748p27-rUklk9n_JFIaVz1spSLIs89q5qjcnvMw3fAuUqLlvkvvAEGJ1OHiom8udtsepF_3CsNx3G2XQXaojLKfj0wKUdqiAx_lxWI/s1600-h/sisterhood+award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315360162913937058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieRZLskPkJpD0iiBf8uzdxOZd2CQOO3d9hSiphxb748p27-rUklk9n_JFIaVz1spSLIs89q5qjcnvMw3fAuUqLlvkvvAEGJ1OHiom8udtsepF_3CsNx3G2XQXaojLKfj0wKUdqiAx_lxWI/s400/sisterhood+award.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div> </div><div>Thank you ETW at The Glamorous Life of a Hausfrau (<a href="http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com/">http://eviltwinswife.blogspot.com</a>)<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKYNrdNrVF-GWKfGDEUXZ3Z4wQYJwpMhN8bLr_XYZFB-pqns6UslnaUlZc6ZcrzYyuZQh4XCP3irwdRDJTojdYEzm3WKzcweqz6Vd8OHMzIx985Itjfp5I9yEqg7wZEPHTkP4yJbcwZFU/s1600-h/Love_Ya_Award.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315359333789448786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKYNrdNrVF-GWKfGDEUXZ3Z4wQYJwpMhN8bLr_XYZFB-pqns6UslnaUlZc6ZcrzYyuZQh4XCP3irwdRDJTojdYEzm3WKzcweqz6Vd8OHMzIx985Itjfp5I9yEqg7wZEPHTkP4yJbcwZFU/s400/Love_Ya_Award.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-52011353593835206342009-03-20T11:40:00.000-07:002009-03-20T11:47:31.126-07:00<div>Happy Vernal Equinox!!<br /><br />It is the first day of spring here, and a beautiful one it is! I feel better already. I’m beginning to shake the winter funk, and am excited about my big weekend!<br /><br />*Text from Mike when I woke up this morning…”I can’t wait until tomorrow. I can’t stop thinking about you.” Sounds promising…I am starting to get nervous!<br /><br />*Found out that drug guy is MARRIED! Has been for ELEVEN YEARS! What a douche.<br /><br />*I didn’t finish the painting for my best friend’s birthday gift. Guess he is getting a bottle of his favourite cherry vodka. That’s probably better than my art anyway!<br /><br />*Fat cats are happy the windows are open. We all know life is all about making our pets happy!<br /><br />*Decided that it was okay for me to buy something to take to the party tonight instead of making something. Cop out! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315342367747933458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_F6c6zacAaUcIeNAQbt6u852MKr_MNxM10-KYnuU77BeEWWKoXqOrrr_GmhNRYgkGkMtXm8-RJ-5RXXl6XxZUBMOaABRQcSZuU2A_AC9fYuQBq-P28xglQghXMxL9H_HucToTZ3jdKYE7/s400/211.JPG" border="0" />**********This is me holding my friend's baby the day she was born*********************<br /><br />*Found out my friend’s baby is partially deaf in both ears. Hoping it is just fluid that can be drained.<br /><br />*Can’t wait for the party tonight…dancing all night listening to records, talking about crazy stuff, people who don’t think I’m (too) crazy!</div>Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-11162691298232062692009-03-18T21:35:00.000-07:002009-03-18T21:36:00.126-07:00Just a few little things...*It is raining here tonight. Great! Big! Fat! Raindrops! I love it. I love the sound it makes, the smell, the way the air feels. It’s lovely.<br /><br />*Friday night is a surprise birthday party for my best friend. He will be 30 tomorrow. Funny part is, he’s gay, and the party is a girl’s nite event with him and his boyfriend! We have girl’s night parties with them all the time, and always have a ball. I’m sure this time will also be great.<br /><br />*Saturday night. I have a date! A mutual friend insisted I should meet Mike, and we all ‘happened’(?) to be in the same place at the same time one night. I ran into him at one of my clubs last night, and we talked for several hours. He asked if he could take me out Saturday night. I accepted. Not only has he texted me all day, he actually CALLED twice saying how excited he is! I know it sounds like I’m just out picking guys up, but I’m not! They are suddenly coming from out of nowhere!<br /><br />*And I’m wondering, is the niceness of a guy directly related to how big of a jerk they really are? My experience has been that the ‘nicest’ guys turn out to be the biggest jerks! Maybe it’s because the nicer they seem at first, the bigger the crash is when I find out they aren’t. Poor Mike has his work cut out for him with me!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-14011303653008678672009-03-18T13:38:00.001-07:002009-03-18T13:38:54.850-07:00The results are in!I’m here to disappoint everyone. Sorry. Drug guy turned out to be just like the rest of the guys. Interested in only one thing. His only redeeming quality is that he was up front about it. Not what I’m looking for, but I would much rather that he was a jerk to begin with than put on a good guy act to try to hook me.<br /><br />One thing I have discovered after returning to dating after a ten-year relationship is that many things are considered acceptable that once were not. When did it become okay for a guy to send you pictures of his junk that he took with his cell phone? To ask what kind of panties you have on? Give me a break!<br /><br />The sad part is that in the beginning I just accepted that that is the way things were, and thought that was the way I was supposed to be. I put up with and did a lot of things that I would not have normally done. Because I was trying to fit into a mold.<br /><br />Fortunately, I figured out that I didn’t have to do that. It just took me too long to figure it out. So, see ya later drug guy!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-48635520111091162122009-03-14T05:56:00.000-07:002009-03-14T05:58:41.174-07:00Pick up lines and box cuttersHere it is, the end of another week. I have a few days off and will definitely be spending some time catching up in Blogville!<br /><br />I worked yet another double shift last night and something interesting happened…<br /><br />On midnight shift, we get our drug delivery. The guy comes in with a sealed tote, cuts the tags off with a box cutter, and presents us with an abundance of medications! I’m usually gone for the night when this happens and don’t see the ‘drug guy’ (our affectionate term for him) very often. Last night I was checking in the narcotics talking to him, and he asked if we had his phone number on the unit. He said he likes to make sure everyone has it in case we need anything. I told him we did not, and he wrote it down and handed it to me.<br /><br />More idle chitchat, I made a comment that I wouldn’t like all the driving that his job entails. He said something about having people text or call him to keep him company. Off he went.<br /><br />I went on break, and when I returned, the other nurse on the floor said the drug guy had called. She was absolutely giddy, almost jumping up and down. Apparently he called and said he ‘lost’ his box cutter, thought he may have left it there. Said to tell the nurse who checked in the meds to call him, he had given her his number. The other nurse said she offered to look for it, and he said just to have me call him.<br /><br />So I did.<br /><br />No, I didn’t see his box cutter anywhere. Yes, I would keep an eye out for it. Then he says, “Oh, and you can text me later if you have time.” (Again with the texting!) The other nurse was sure he just wanted me to call him. I wasn’t sold on that…like I have said before I don’t look sexy at all when I’m at work, and when he sees me I have already been there for at least 10 hours!<br /><br />So, I texted him. The following is our conversation, he is D.G., and I am V.A.<br /><br />V.A. This is Vevay from Newbright. Did you find what you were looking for?<br />D.G. Not yet. Are you keeping busy?<br />V.A. We have two orientees tonight, but I am still trying to finish paperwork from 3-11, so that is keeping me busy. Guess you just stay busy, huh?<br />D.G. Yea, I am surprised you sent me a text.<br />V.A. Why?<br />D.G. Just didn’t think you would go for it.<br />V.A. Did you really even lose your box cutter?<br />D.G. Yes, but I wanted you to text me. That’s why I gave you my number!<br />V.A. Thought you were being sly? That’s funny. I probably wouldn’t have texted if you hadn’t called, though.<br />D.G. Why not? I dropped a big hint!<br />V.A. You said you give your number to everyone.<br />D.G. I don’t really.<br /><br />After this he started sending messages, Are you still there? Hope I didn’t upset you. Did I make you mad? I replied to these, but it seemed like he wasn’t getting my messages. Then it dawned on me that he was trying to get me to call him!<br /><br />V.A. Either you are really not getting my messages or you are trying to get me to call you.<br />D.G. You got me.<br />V.A. Well, I do have to get back to work but maybe later today.<br />D.G. I will be hoping to hear from you!<br /><br />And maybe I will…you have to give a guy credit for a move like that. Right now though, I need sleep. I’ve been awake for 22 hours, and my lovely bed and two fat cats miss me!Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7212708274824194638.post-69894945292545219042009-03-12T10:33:00.001-07:002009-03-12T10:33:55.468-07:00Strange dreams and good stuffThe last few nights have been really strange…dreams about my ex in which he was the person before the cocaine. Dreams about my dog who died back in September. A blind sheriff in my front yard with a seeing eye dog, a friend’s baby having a gruesome deformity, and the usual stuff about work and co workers.<br /><br />I have always had very vivid dreams. I used to have night terrors so bad that I take a medication to help me stay out of that sleep mode. I can still vividly recall the worst nightmare I ever had, which occurred when I was about five. When things with my ex were really bad I would wake up out of a dead sleep screaming and crying.<br /><br />Strange how I remember the most horrifying dreams, and not the good ones. Kind of like life where, for me anyway, it seems so much easier to recall the bad than to recall the good. Why is that?<br />*************************************************************************************<br />Now that I have that out of my system…good stuff!<br /><br />*I have another double shift scheduled Friday! Have I told you yet how grateful I am to have a good job?<br /><br />*I got new make-up! I am very girly that way, I love make-up and lotions and potions.<br /><br />*I am so grateful to have a place to live. I met a homeless man last weekend. I had never actually met anyone who was homeless. My first instinct was to bring him home, but I decided that wasn’t a good idea. I have to keep myself in check over things like that.<br /><br />*Books Books Books! I love to read. Just finished ‘Mockingbird’ again and have started ‘Angela’s Ashes’. This is another book I read several times a year. Many people don’t understand why I would re-read a book, but to me it’s like listening to a record you love over and over again.Vevay Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14648634143290285002noreply@blogger.com4