tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63277513361544899912024-03-12T22:29:05.745-04:00they call me nannersnannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-5362412168970781352014-03-21T20:22:00.000-04:002014-03-21T20:22:06.170-04:00a month<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
come this sunday, it will be a month since you left. with each day, it seems to become harder and harder to overcome. i still have not come to terms that you are not here. i'm not sure i ever will. i hope you are here with me. could you let me know if you are? i sit in your chair waiting for you to come in and say "move it". but you don't. </div>
nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-5047092764804097682014-03-15T22:01:00.000-04:002014-03-15T22:01:12.881-04:00letter to daddy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
daddy<br />
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i knew one day i would have to face the fact that your body would be leaving this world and that i would be walking without you, but so soon? i am trying to be strong. honest daddy i am, but it is just so unbelievably hard. i know you fought hard, but in the end your body was just so tired. mommy knew. you two had this bond. as you both have always said, you are soul mates. i know you are watching over mom now and i hope you don't stop. she does not say it, but she's scared about being alone. just don't keep her up too much at night. i have this constant feeling of hollowness. i don't know how to make it go away or how i should feel about it. it just not fair. you knew, didn't you. you knew you were going to be leaving. i told you it was okay but daddy it wasn't. i lied. i want more time i want you back. i'm screaming and giving the middle finger....<b>fuck you! fuck you you mother fucking caner. fuck you!</b><br />
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you are my first prince charming. now that you are gone, how will the men in my life ever know or understand the charm you have over people. hear your corky jokes. experience your crazy stories. you never had the chance to walk me down the aisle to my future. the one thing a girl looks forward to and i denied you that. my heart is in a million pieces and it will never be the same. tears stain my face as i write and yes my bottom lip is sticking out. <br />
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i just want to hear you say, "love you baby" because daddy, i love you more. </div>
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nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-745957332084597272011-09-20T00:18:00.000-04:002011-09-20T00:18:07.945-04:00daddy<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
well it's been a long time. i know i know. sooooo much has been going on in my life, i just don't know where to start. i guess i'll start at the beginning.....<br />
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i landed a new job. that's right. back in may i started with a new company which allows me to work monday through friday. NO WEEKENDS AND NO HOLIDAYS. i haven't had that in such a long time. i thought..."how could i get so lucky?"..well my luck changed. six weeks after started said new job, the company had a revamp in management. i was offered a job overseeing charter schools within the philadelphia area. AND I LOVE IT. i make up my own schedule persay. today i was working from home for the very first time and how nice was it to take a break and actually take a nap. hee hee...don't tell my boss. i love seeing the kids and making their days a little brighter. <br />
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then the worse thing i could think of happened....a family member becomes ill. this is not just the run of the mill sickness, take a few pills and call me in the morning. no this is the big "C" word. i still have trouble saying it. can...yeah I can't say it. i'm afraid that if i say it...that it will become real. the sad part is, it is real. my father has cancer. cancer. cancer. amazing how six letters placed in a specific way can change your life forever. i have so many emotions running through me on any given day it's amazing. sadness, loneliness, guilt, pitty, anger, rage, helplessness, scared and most of all heartbroken. i'm to the point that i'm not certain what to say when others approach me and ask how i am. all i can say if fine, but that is far from the truth. this is my daddy. he's my rock. i need him even at the age of 36. i just want to run away and escape from reality...forget any of this is happening. i feel i cannot enjoy life since he cannot enjoy life.. <br />
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my daddy has cancer</div>
nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-64863994996090715102011-03-23T11:13:00.000-04:002011-03-23T11:13:03.795-04:00why<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">i ask myself this all the time. why i put myself out there. give myself to others. hurt like i do. once again i have my heart broken. i guess it's really not my heart, but my desire and hope that is broken. will it ever become easier? i don't feel it does with age, it hurts more now then it did 15 years ago. do you ever wonder if it is ever in the cards for you. maybe you are not meant to be. i just have this open hole and i need it filled, but cannot seem to find the person to fill it.</div>nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-77699320957671004492010-12-08T21:09:00.000-05:002010-12-08T21:09:29.882-05:00what more can a girl ask for<div style="text-align: center;">you have those days where you feel like you are not appreciated. feel like you are just another face in the crowd. this past weekend i did not feel like a face in the crowd. this past weekend i felt truly love and blessed. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">this past weekend i thew a house warming party. just a little get together for my friends and family to see my new diggs and an excuse for us all to get together since we all have been so busy. one by one my guest were welcomed in to my home with open arms.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">to my surprised they filled my heart with love and hands with gifts. gifts??? yes gifts. hosting this party i never imagine anyone would be coming in tow with a gift for my home.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">what i did to deserve any of this is beyond me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">it has been sooo overwhelming, but a good overwhelming. i've been able to get some things done</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnplI4pmADCXt7l36jVUoE8nzCdQm9jIi2e1-Xef1oYXZAfg2A-EumlVsgNi1ZeCsnze-XvA4CU9nbC7z8kz10BzOs4vpXNbA4gpUhn6pby8elN_mDEYr0q435GY9YRK9fAgkLNCIjg/s1600/100_0354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVnplI4pmADCXt7l36jVUoE8nzCdQm9jIi2e1-Xef1oYXZAfg2A-EumlVsgNi1ZeCsnze-XvA4CU9nbC7z8kz10BzOs4vpXNbA4gpUhn6pby8elN_mDEYr0q435GY9YRK9fAgkLNCIjg/s320/100_0354.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-60007783147500921602010-10-26T20:06:00.000-04:002010-10-26T20:06:24.118-04:00a home of my own<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as of 10/22/2010 i am officially a home owner. i can't explain all the emotions that went into this purchase. it has been a long time coming. after settlement i was driving and crying thinking how blessed i am to have this opportunity to own a home where so many in this country cannot even imagine it. truly i am blessed. i have fantastic parents who have been right there beside my side during the time. my supportive friends who i don't know what i would do without them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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i have to say that i have the most amazing parents that any child could have. they truly do help make my dreams come true. that have been by my side all through this process and i don't know what i would have done without them. i hope that i am even half of a parent as they are. they do not believe that parenting ends when a child turns 18. the funny thing is...my house is about four houses away from my parents. i've starting listing ground rules down for my father. 1) no late night walks 2) don't ask who's car is in my driveway 3) don't ask why that car from last night is still in my driveway come the morning 4) no binoculars 5) if another car is in my driveway...its safe to assume i'm not alone 6) my days off are for sleeping in...no coming over to tinker in my yard prior to 10am. we'll see how these rules work. <br />
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i also have to say that i have the most amazing realtor. i can't believe how lucky i am to have this person. if anyone is in search of a home in south jersey...let me recommend this lady. she is amazing. she follows up with me to make sure i'm comfortable with everything. she was so understanding during my hunt and never once pressured me into a home or added her opinion unlike others that i have used. simply simply amazing. all i have left to find in my life is a companion. <br />
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i have to laugh when i think of the movie "he's just not into you" yeah that's my life and i have to remind myself that each day. one day. i know one day.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-77908865768252286622010-09-14T20:43:00.000-04:002010-09-14T20:43:21.681-04:00i feel so deflated at this moment. when i think everything is going well, something comes up to pop my bubble. i feel like i can never get a head.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-32047619229803538812010-09-07T22:36:00.000-04:002010-09-07T22:36:55.520-04:00I'm soooo excitedthis weekend i'll be seeing my brother from another mother. let me tell you about this guy. he is the most romantic, caring, honest, funny, handsome guy i know. i haven't seen him in such a long time. he is now a father of two and is married to his high school sweetheart. i'm bursting with excitement i just can't wait.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-45236116701610530712010-08-28T23:56:00.001-04:002010-08-28T23:57:38.378-04:00such a sad daytoday, several of my dear friends lost their father to cancer. i didn't know their father as well, but have became close to his children. he's a father of eight children who all have such unique personalities. two are in law enforcement, one is a marine, two are in healthcare, another in child care and two, i'm not sure what they do. <br />
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his one daughter is set to get married in less then three weeks. i can't imagine her emotions right now. i know she, as well as the rest of the family, is relieved that he is out of pain. on the other hand, every girl dreams of her father walking her down the isle. i know this is one dream of mine. call me old fashion. i've been thinking of my own parents and what i would do if i wasn't able to talk to one of them in person anymore. i seriously would have to be committed. maybe not for long, but for a short bit. i have made them my life as others would make their spouse or children theirs. i haven't found the loml nor do i have children. <br />
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a few years back i had my scare with my own father. he had a small stroke. it scared the bejesus out of me. not knowing what was happening. how he would be. i was soooo scared to think my father would not be the same. he came through it as well as one can. no real side effects. i still think his memory is not as well as it once was, but that could also be of old age. <br />
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life is so precious and we make the best out of it. the following picture was actually taken today not knowing that my friends father was going to pass. the man below allows me to be the woman i am today and i am eternally grateful for that. <br />
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<ol><li>get a new job (check)</li>
<li>purchase my first home (banging my head against the wall on this one)</li>
<li>find the love of my life (banging my head <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><u>even</u></span> harder against the wall on this one)</li>
</ol><div>i guess part of me is waiting for the switch from young adult to mature adult to flip. i guess it doesn't help that i'm googling over a 23 year old. not that he acts childish, but i'm sure others cringe at this thought that this thirty coughfivecough is interested in this young man. who the eff cares. he is simply adorable and funny and sexy. i'm sure he knows i'm crushing on him, but i'm toooooo scared to ask if he knows.</div><div><br />
</div><div>i'm sure my doctor wanted to add a number four to my list which would be to lose weight. i whole heartily agree with her, but cannot find my motivation. i think feel it, but it's not quite there. if i could lost just twenty pounds right now i know i can continue to lose more. i need someone to help me. i admit it...i need help. </div><div><br />
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</div>nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-85663091916604172862010-08-25T08:15:00.000-04:002010-08-25T08:15:02.028-04:00i am torni am torn between what is right, what is socially acceptable and how i feel. i am smitten with this young man who happens to be just that...young. he's 12 years my junior and at times i can hear that song mrs. robinson playing in my head. granted i don't know what or how he thinks of me, but i find myself thinking of him. granted we are in two different places in our lives, but there is not that large of a gap. <br />
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oh what to donannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-42687645681096899652010-08-24T22:22:00.000-04:002010-08-24T22:22:24.531-04:00if you really knew me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>so my girl </b></span><a href="http://brittanyjohnson87.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>brittany</b></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b> had done this and i thought it would be fun..</b></span>..<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">if you really knew me...</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i was born in jersey but grew up in iowa.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i feel like i've past the loml</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i look innocent, but really am not</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i will never live on a second floor of an apartment building</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know i love my friends as much as i love my family</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i'm secretly lonely</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i feel like the peacekeeper of my family</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i have a secret crush on a boy 12 years my junior</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i'm slipping away from my oldest friend</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"><b>*you would know that i desperately want children</b></span><br />
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i sat in this meeting for an hour and half leaving with me shaking my head. i explained to my coo how disappointed i was in the company. how for three months i worked with one day off a week and to even get that day off, i had to find someone to cover for me. i explained how i had placed my life on hold for this company, not able to make plans within my personal life since i never knew when i would have a day off. work for a company for two and half years with no performance review or increase. in turn i was told how i was an inexperience manager, over my head and was the reason of losing a contract. WOW really???? then in the next breath this person would tell me how she hasn't had a problem with my account and doesn't want to lose me as a manager. <br />
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i just know that i am leaving with my head held high. knowing that i WAS/AM an experience, talented, dedicated, ambitious, driven, hard working, fair manager. don't you dare, ms coo, think you can beat me down cause what you just did was built me up to laugh as you lose another account due to me...from leaving.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-87221855204670573402010-08-03T22:13:00.000-04:002010-08-03T22:13:37.934-04:00do you believe?if you could speak with a family member/friend/lover that has passed..who would it be? do you believe in mediums???<br />
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at first i had my doubts of mediums and their skills.....that was until this evening. my cousin had a medium over her house this evening who channeled our grandmother. my cuz called me this evening to tell me that our grandmother was asking for me. i can't tell you how this send shivers down my spine. this is the grandmother who i was not close to. i've always had this feeling that she disliked me and how if i had the chance to speak with anyone that had passed, it would be her. of course this would be something normal a grandmother would do, but then the story gets even more interesting. she had mentioned my mother. the medium called my mother by her "nickname" then her full name. he stated that my grandmother knew my mother was the one and how she's worried about my mother's headaches and stress. many in my family does not know this (not even my sister) that my father was married once before. it was a very short marriage. along with that, two hours prior to my cuz calling me, i was arguing with my mother regarding meds her doctor gave her regarding her stress. my mother just found out today that she will be going to 12 hour shifts and stated how she's stressing about it. i don't know if this is coincidence or not, but it sure does make me believe that my grandmother is around as well as others. and what put the icing on the cake...the medium repeated a common phrase my grandmother would say. if we were about to go somewhere she would always say"i'm coming i'm coming i just need to put my shoes on".nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-58194737148124351982010-08-03T14:30:00.000-04:002010-08-03T14:30:34.426-04:00have you ever made a dicision and just know it's for the best. that's how i feel. come the 16th of this month, i will be starting a new job. i'm very excited for several reasons....<br />
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<ol><li>it will give me more of a life</li>
<li>better pay</li>
<li>better benefits</li>
<li>less responsiblity</li>
</ol>i'm sooo very excited and i hope that this will be the best thing for menannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-77303655890375383422010-08-03T02:37:00.000-04:002010-08-03T02:37:31.497-04:00so its the end has comeafter two and a half years, i have decided to leave my current company. this is a good thing. a real good thing. this last year and a half i have been under utilized as a manager, employee and as a person. i have been used and abused. its time for nanners to think of nanners. i'm excited to start my new adventure.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-16082387914509051872010-07-26T17:19:00.000-04:002010-07-26T17:19:54.908-04:00the search party has enededi apologize for the delay in writing. it has been close to a month since i've posted last. i'll catch you up...<br />
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<ul><li>i still work for a shitty company</li>
<li>i'm still in search for love</li>
<li>have, once again, started looking at homes</li>
<li>started thinking of myself as mrs. robinson</li>
<li>started cleaning out my grandmother's house which is bitter sweet knowing that it soon won't be in the family any longer</li>
<li>have been turned down for three jobs</li>
<li>went skinny dipping the weekend before last.....AND IT WAS FUN!!!!</li>
</ul>so i've been keeping busy as you can see which is no excuse to forget about the blogger friends. <br />
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thanks vic for asking where i have been. LOLnannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-34246413700636522032010-06-26T19:09:00.001-04:002010-06-26T19:10:32.514-04:00remember mewill you remember me if i'm gone. what would you remember about me.<br />
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i hope i have been kind to you<br />
non judgemental<br />
caring<br />
trustworthy<br />
loyal<br />
dependable<br />
loving<br />
encouraging<br />
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will you remember me<br />
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will i be missednannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-30784372244673938052010-06-22T20:59:00.001-04:002010-06-22T21:52:51.550-04:00i've been featured..i've been featuredso today was a good day at work. i was actually surprised that several of my employee were excited to see me upon my return from vacation. they gave me hugs. these are the two employees that give me the most headaches. we are going through some changes at work that is causing many to be anxious. <br />
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then this evening i logged into the <a href="http://thebloggers-club.blogspot.com/2010/06/her-time-has-come.html">bloggers club</a> and found out that i was featured . i feel sooo honored and touched by the lovely words by vic. i admit...i am addicted to blogging. i might not write as much as other, but i enjoy reading all the trials and tribulations of life through the eyes of others. i have come to know some fabulous ladies like <a href="http://brittanyjohnson87.blogspot.com/">brittany</a>, <a href="http://cantgoogleeverything.blogspot.com/">rachel</a> and of course <a href="http://torijean.blogspot.com/">vic</a>. i've been talking to all my friends about my blog. <br />
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so thank you all for allowing me into your lives through your words and pictures.nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-74562375066313516882010-06-19T20:17:00.000-04:002010-06-19T20:17:06.429-04:00back and not fully relaxedso i went to the shore this past week with the parental units. let me just say that it wasn't the most memorial time down at the shore. i was sick as sick can get. the wednesday before last i came down with this horrible fever, chills and ear pain. by late wednesday night, the fever lifted but not soon before my mother came to take care of me. have i mentioned i am a HUGE baby when sick. so she was kind enough to stay the night to keep an eye on me and clean my apartment. the next day i didn't have a fever but man did my throat feel like it was all cut up. i was praying that i would be better prior to heading to the shore. no such luck. i suffered through three days of work with not having the ability to eat or drink. it was H O R R I B L E. no lie.<br />
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so saturday, before heading down to the shore, i decided to stop by the drs office to pick up some good drugs. my thinking was that a good day and a half of good drugs would make me feel much better to enjoy some of the time down at the shore. wrong again. the first few night, again my poor mother, had to deal with a 35 year old baby. you would think i was dying or something. still couldn't eat nor drink. the dr on saturday stated that i had sas. sick as sh*t. yup those were his words. by the time my father got to the shore, the general consensus was to take me to urgent care since i was not getting any better. the dr. i saw on saturday was not my primary doctor and i don't feel took a good look at me. the drugs he gave me did nothing. <br />
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long story short, i spent seven sunny, warm, clear days at the shore........in bed. i can finally eat and drink, but cannot hear out of my right ear. <br />
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with all that said, i hope my luck changes so that i may be the lucky recipient of this <a href="http://thebloggers-club.blogspot.com/p/coach-wristlet-giveaway.html">coach wristlet</a> giveaway (grinning)nannerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14423369534783631226noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327751336154489991.post-81179422961830361602010-06-07T20:37:00.001-04:002010-06-07T20:44:07.621-04:00where does the time goso today is my father's 66th birthday. he doesn't look 66. sure doesn't act 66. but his body is 66.<br />
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today i caught myself remembering back when i was little and thinking how my father would never get old. i admit its sad and scary to think that one day my father won't be on the other end of the line when i call to hear him say "i love you baby girl" or to do the funny dance into a hug when i see him. granted there are days that i would like to knock sense into him and make him see things through my eyes. i know that will never happen. i'm proud to say i am a daddy's girl. you mess with me, you mess with him. even my sisters "it" (aka fiancee/boyfriend) found that out. <br />
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both my parents have been very supportive of my sister and i while growing up. ensuring we had everything we needed, and in my sisters case, everything she wanted. he's a gentle soul, but likes others to think he's tough. cracks crazy jokes, sounds, facial expressions whenever he can which has caused him to be band from church by my mother. he's very smart (which i tend not think admit) and seems to know the answers to everything, except for one. who will be the man in my life when you are gone.<br />
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my one and only dream....to have my father walk me down the aisle when i get married. i know he'll be the one crying harder then i will be when i turn to him and ask "do i look pretty poppy?". i just hope i can find the man to marry before i lose my chance. <br />
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so to my father, or poparoonie as i like to call him, happy birthday from your baby girl. <br />
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