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Dairyland Race Track in Kenosha…

The Dairyland Race Track in Kenosha, Wisconsin will be closing on December 31, 2009. 900 Greyhounds need to be adopted or they will be euthanized. Please help me get the word out; there is only 4 weeks to get this task done. Contact Joanne Kehoe Operations Director P: 312.559.0887 Or Dairyland Race Track Adoption Center direct at (262) 612-8256.

Wouldn’t it be nice this holiday season to give a beautiful dog a new loving home?

God Bless

Blogcritic Writer of the Day

I woke up this morning in a very pensive mood. I have a lot to do at work, I have a lot of books taking up space in both my living room and my purse that I have to finish reading and I’m locked out of the audiobooks section of the library, because once again, I couldn’t return my library books on time. To top it all off, McAfee says I’m not protected because the virus software can’t get past 4% when scanning. When am I going to find the time to fix that?

I download my email and glance at it, convinced that only bad news can arrive. I have a comment on my article for Blogcritics, The Ladies of Friday Night article. In case you don’t know, for this TV season, I’m recapping Ghost Whisperer and Medium. Well, since I am full of myself, I decide to read the comment and the writer mentions that I am the Blogcritics writer of the day! I am blown away! Little old me! Woo Hoo! On top of that, my article is mentioned! Way to go Me!

I know I should be a way more humbled person, but sometimes it is nice to see your hard work rewarded. And, after the week I had at my paying job last week, I could use a little reward this week.

God Bless

just thinking

I went back to school at the age of 45. Not saying that is exciting to everyone. But, what was exciting to me is that I was in school with all three of my children which were also in college. So this whole household was in college together. How cool is that? So when either of us needed help with anything none of us were at a lost to help each other. Anyway, just thinking(out loud).


I’ve joined Blogcritics. What does that mean for you, oh gentle reader? Well, it means that from now on a lot of my blog posts will be posted on Blogcritics first. I’ll still post my little posts here, but the heavy researched postings will go there first.

I think this’ll really affect my readership and spread the word! I’m excited about this new venture and I hope you are too!

Oh and keeping in with my promise — we need to have Wisconsin Attorney General J.B. Van Hollen resign, be recalled or lose in the next election! We need to give Wisconsin an Attorney General who will stand up for our laws, even if he disagrees with them.

God Bless

WMAQ is going to make me rich!

When I was a kid, WMAQ radio station in Chicago held a contest where if they called you and you said, “WMAQ is going to make me rich!” you would win $1000. A mighty sum in those days and a huge sum to an 11 year old girl. For ages, I would answer the phone, “WMAQ is going to make me rich!” and for a brief moment – lasting until the caller asked for my mom or my dad – I would imagine winning the money.
My mother, on the other hand, would admonish me to no end about the proper way to answer a phone. She was – and still is – an Avon lady and the family phone was her business line. She worried that her Avon customers wouldn’t know what to say to an 11 year old proclaiming a radio tagline. I think she sold her customers short. Most of the time I would receive chuckles before the caller would ask for my mom or dad. Strange, now that I think about it, even when I was a teenager, I never received as many phone calls as my parents did.
Once, I answered the phone with “WMAQ is going to make me rich” and I heard a man’s voice tell me that he was from WMAQ, but I needed to get my parents. Turns out it was our neighbor, Mr. Wolf, and I wasn’t rich, but I’ve never forgotten that thrill when I actually believed — and yelled out that I had — won.
Every once in a while, I’ll stop and purchase a lottery ticket and I know that I have a million to one shot at winning the lottery. But for a brief moment of time, I’m back to being that 11 year old girl and WMAQ is going to make me rich. And, I think that’s worth a buck.
God Bless

Strong Like Bull — And, I have the Numbers to Prove It

Around this time of year, my company conducts a health assessment. We fill out a form — either online or hardcopy — allow some travelling nurse to prick our finger and the company pays us $20.00. In a few weeks, we all receive a nice health assessment booklet from our insurance company. This is one of the reasons I believe that health insurance costs need to be shared by companies. My company, I’m sure, receives some sort of discount on their premimums by having their employees take the assessment. This is a good thing.

I support taking the test, even though on a yearly basis, since I turned 35 my doctor has been running the very same lap tests on me. Here’s why: First, I like saving my company money — no really. I’m serious. A company that can save money on health care costs can put more money in my pocket — or at least in theory. Second, I know there’s a lot of people in my company who probably don’t visit the doctor on a regular basis and don’t get regular checkups. This way, they have the numbers. The nurses explain what all of the numbers mean and, hopefully, co-workers with bad numbers can follow up with their doctors and head off serious issues. Finally, I happen to like the little booklet. I do. I keep last year’s booklet and the new booklet will have the previous years’ results and I can compare just how healthy I’m getting.

So, now for the numbers. If you know me, then you know I’m a big gal. And, being big doesn’t bother me, except when someone assumes because I’m big, I’m somehow destroying the earth with my largeness. And, being big and beautiful — as I am — doesn’t mean I’m not healthy.

My blood pressure was a little high today: 125/75. That’s still normal, but my bp had been going down to the low 120’s. I should note, that’s the blood pressure I had when I was 21 and wearing a size 16.

My total cholesterol was 177 — not as good as it has been, but still under that bad number of 200.

My HDL is 47 — I’ve had it as high as 50, so it’s lower than it’s been, but still above 40 — like it needs to be.

My LDL was slightly elevated at 112. I’ll have to work on that.

Now, for the drum roll, my Triglycerides is 91 — WAY BELOW the borderline high level. YES!

My glucose was 106 — slightly high, but I had forgotten about the test and drank some apple juice before coming into work, so it wasn’t a true fasting test.

So, I’m a big gal and I know I have friends and family that worry about my health. But, my heart test proved negative — negative for issues, I do have one! My numbers are all where they are supposed to be, so it looks like — if I keep this up — I’ll be around to see my grandchildren’s children.

Hmmm, guess my step-children won’t be happy. I won’t die early enough to leave them any money. LOL!

God Bless

Oh, and keeping with my daily promise — down with Van Hollen. He shouldn’t be Wisconsin’s Attorney General and I’m healthy enough to see him voted out of office. 🙂

Happy Birthday — Click Here

Today is Vicy’s 40th birthday. I hate her because in the years I’ve known her, she still looks 33 and I look 41. Vicy doesn’t want anything for her birthday except for people to go to this website and click on the Intel Will Donate 25 cents for you button.
I want Vicy to have a nice birthday.
So, click here: Give Vicy a nice birthday.
Happy Birthday, Vicy — I hope it is a wonderful one — and I clicked for you!

Oh, one last thing, down with J.B. Van Hollen. The man should not be our Attorney General if he doesn’t want to defend our laws. I said I’d mention him every single day and I meant it.

God Bless

I am Blessed…

This morning in my email there was a notice that a subscriber to my blog has unsubscribed. This is always a sad thing for a blogger to lose a reader. Broke my heart a little to thing that someone in this big old world doesn’t think I’m worth reading anymore. But, then I saw the reason, which was Content no longer relevant and I had to chuckle a little. The reader’s email ended in au, which I think stands for Australia and considering all I’ve been writing about lately has been the health care debate in America, I can see his or her point.

Anyway, this set to me thinking about health care. I’ve seen some articles and comments on blogs where people are complaining about the protesters outside of the townhall meetings held by various members of the government and I think they’re dead wrong. It’s okay to protest. It’s okay to disagree with our government. It’s okay to disagree with each other. The very thought of making changes to our health care system scares the hell out of a lot of people. I don’t blame them — it scares the hell out of me, too. I can understand how someone doesn’t want the status quo to change — especially if they have company provided health care. There’s a part of me that doesn’t want change. It’s a “I’ve got mine, the hell with you” attitude. And, I can understand it, because I feel that way, too. I have to be honest here. I don’t want my health insurance benefits taxed. I don’t think that’s fair. I’ve come too far to have to pay taxes on something I’ve earned.
And, that has led me to thing about this…
In 1994, I earned – roughly – $16,000. I didn’t have health care. I didn’t see doctors for routine medical care. I was involved in a car accident that year where I hurt my back and bruised a kidney. It wasn’t my fault. The other driver turned left in front of me and although I tried to avoid her, first by changing lanes when I thought she had stopped turning and then by slamming on my brakes, I slammed into the side of her Ford Escort in my Dodge Dakota Truck at 30 miles an hour. Up to that point in my life, it was the scariest thing to ever happen to me while I was behind the wheel of my truck.
I had no health care insurance. I supported myself and, despite doctor’s orders to the contrary, I returned to work the following day. I didn’t sue her and, since I felt I had to take care of myself and no one could help, I didn’t even ride to the hospital in an ambulance — like I should’ve. If my insurance agent, a man named Marty, hadn’t told me I was covered, I wouldn’t have gone to the hospital at all. I had so little money back then, I couldn’t afford to fill the pain prescription I was given. Good thing I have a high tolerance for pain.
Now, I don’t tell you all of this to have you feel sorry for me, because you shouldn’t. My kidney healed and my back is strong. My truck managed to run for another seven years until the engine blew and it is fifteen years later and I make almost four times as much as I did that year. And, I have health insurance. If that same accident happened again today, I would ride to the hospital in an ambulance and, more importantly, I would listen to my doctor. I have disability insurance, both personal and via work, so I wouldn’t worry about not being able to pay my bills.
And — this is important — I feel lucky. That’s right, lucky. I’ve put in years of hard work and study to become the person I am today. I worked full time and went to school part time. I busted my butt to graduate and I work hard at my profession to be the best I can be. And, I’m lucky. I’m lucky because when it was too hard and I wanted to quit, Cheryl would drag me kicking and screaming to my homework. And, she did all the housework, so I could study. (Truth be told, she still does most of the housework.) And, when I would cry at night that this was just too hard and I wasn’t smart enough or good enough to see it through, she would hold me and tell me I was. She was a big pain in my ass when I needed a swift kick to my ass and she was a soft shoulder on which to cry when I just needed a place to fall. And, I couldn’t have gone from the living over a bar from paycheck to paycheck to owning a home and installing new kitchen and bathroom floors if I hadn’t had her pushing me.
And, I know that I am blessed.
And, then I think, there’s a lot of 28 year olds out there who don’t have a Cheryl in their lives. For that matter, there are a lot of people who don’t have anyone pushing and fighting for them. They just go to work and do the best they can do and they are who I used to be. They have just enough to get by and they can’t see past next week, because they can’t afford to dream. They clean our waste baskets, they ring us out at the grocery store, they wash our car and they bring us our dinner whenever we eat out. They’re the 47 million Americans who can’t afford health insurance. And, then I think how lucky I am that I never caught a disease I couldn’t pay for. Never needed medicine where I would have to make a choice between the medicine or eating. (Once, when I was uninsured, my asthma medicine cost $75.00 for a one month supply. That was nearly a quarter of one of my paychecks and a huge chunk of take home pay. If I hadn’t had Cheryl, I might’ve forgone the medicine.)
And, I think about those people and how lucky I am I’m not one of them – for by the Grace of God go I – and I realize, we do need to make some changes and we’re all going to have to sacrifice a little for the good of everyone.
God Bess

Da Boys…

Okay, enough talk about loans, politics and other people’s blogs. Let’s talk about what you really want to discuss and that’s DA BOYS!

I’ve posted new pictures from our last visit. I can’t get over how big they have gotten! Plus, they are just so cool. I didn’t take as many pictures this visit as I have previous visits because, well, I was just too busy playing with them. They do a lot more than just sleep and eat! And, this month is special because we get to see them three times instead of the normal one visit.

Oh, BTW, I’m having issues with some pages, so the video page runs really slow. I’m working to fix it, but I have homework that needs to come first.

God Bless.

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