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Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-68936279395709313312012-10-19T01:31:00.000-07:002012-10-19T01:31:22.364-07:00Home Comfort<br />
After one year of living in this family, Abigail has finally found her niche. She is a remote hog. If ever I cannot find the remote, she is laying on it. <br />
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Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-15421942903559151792012-10-09T01:36:00.000-07:002012-10-09T01:36:45.723-07:00Best News EVER!!!!My husband said to me today that he has accomplished everything he wanted to on the hotel so he will be coming home for my birthday at the end of the month. Now he has said before that he would be taking a break and coming to visit me but this time I actually believe him. He will be staying here until my work contract is done the beginning of December and then we will both drive down to Guatemala. All 2800 miles. We will stay down there until we run out of money. I can't wait. Yippeee!!Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-28375604871467421172012-10-04T04:09:00.002-07:002012-10-04T04:09:21.553-07:00SicknessI've had a horrible sore throat for three days. I am out of cold medicine, allergy medicine and herb tea. Do I crawl out of bed, get dressed, and visit the store to restock and feel better? No. Nothing on that list is worth getting dressed for. But ice cream, that is worthy of visiting the store @ 3am.<br />
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Baked Red Bell Pepper and Salami Salad. Ahh, It's nice to be back on the wagon.</div>
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So Karen, you wanted more pictures of the hotel and here they are. The first shot is what it looked like in March.</div>
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This is my favorite place. Every morning we would sit out here and watch the village come alive.</div>
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After 12 years without a serious haircut, I finally had to do it. No more luscious, flowing locks for me. Apparently, at some point during my week-long carbohydrate binge my hair got too close to the stove. About six inches of it melted. So I was forced to take the plunge and cut it off.<br />
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Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-92105788069315148832012-09-13T12:42:00.000-07:002012-09-13T12:42:20.142-07:00Back in the Saddle AgainI have a new computer, blogger is working, my wireless speakers are blasting my favorite Christmas music, there is nothing to prevent me from reentering the virtual world again. I spent yesterday reviewing my favorite blogs and it feels good to be reconnected, even though I was my usual invisible visitor.<br />
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So what has been going on in my life since January?<br />
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I learned how to sand and stain</div>
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Attended the birthday party of the cutest nephew in the world</div>
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Adopted a Guatemala street dog named Bailey (I promise she is cuter than this picture). But she loves her belly rubbed.</div>
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Spent the last eight months missing my husband as he works on our hotel in Guatemala.</div>
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Dear Reader, this is not a scheduled post, but one written in real time. This is also not the first day of my vacation. I was supposed to leave for Guatemala last week on Wednesday or Thursday. We were going to drive. Unfortunately my husband got a horrific stomach flu that put him in bed (or actually the bathroom) till Sunday. Then he discovered that he needed to take these certification classes in order to get a job and those classes take till Wednesday to finish. At that point we decided to just fly instead of drive as my vacation days were slowly ticking away. That gave us two and a half days to find our passports and get everything together before our flight left on Saturday morning. We collected three boxes of clothes and toys for the kids in Panajachel, weighing and measuring to make sure there would be no problems transporting them. At 4:30am we arrived at the airport. Standing in the unmoving line, I pulled out the passports. That is when I noticed the date on my husbands. "Expires January 15, 2012". Tomorrow. Yup. We placed a quick call to our buddy who dropped us off, "DON'T LEAVE YET!!" When we got to the front of the line, the ticket checker said we couldn't fly with any boxes as there was currently an embargo in place till February 1st. Also, he isn't allowed on the plane with a passport that expires during his trip. Now he could go to the post office and tell them he is leaving on vacation and they would fix is passport that day, but unfortunately they are all closed for the weekend.<br />
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By this time I had decided that this trip is not happening. So instead of making a scene, crying, arguing, threatening to sue etc, I am going to spend the rest of this "vacation" by driving up to Utah to see my family. Guatemala will just have to wait. And I am fine with that. There is always a next time.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-53782110119705580332012-01-13T10:35:00.000-08:002012-01-13T10:35:08.538-08:00Odds and endsI should go on vacation more often. Yesterday I actually did all the laundry in the house. Not just washed but folded and put away. My kitties were very confused by the empty couch. "Where have all the clothes gone? What am I supposed to curl up on now?" Now I realize that the reason it never gets put away is there is not enough room for it all. In fact, I started throwing it away. Ripped sweats, holey socks, stained t-shirts, all into the garbage. <br />
The next step is tackling the school papers. How long do we really need to keep old fliers and handouts? Apparently my hubby thinks school papers need to be held for seven years, just in case he gets audited. Perhaps I will throw them away when he is out... Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-44589798741740385132012-01-09T07:54:00.000-08:002012-01-09T08:51:58.524-08:00After MONTHS of not blogging my computer has finally decided to let me back on blogger. I really don't know what the deal was, but I can finally log on! And just in time for the new year. I have missed commenting and posting. I have been able to read blogs, but what fun is that if I can't comment? YAY!!! Of course I have forgotten how to work the settings so now my new picture is all messed up, but oh well.<br />
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So what has happened since I last posted....Someone got married<br />
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This week my vacation starts and I will celebrate by going to the gym every day until Saturday. On Saturday we fly out to Guatemala for a few weeks where I will hopefully loose the rest of the excessive weight I have gained over the holidays.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-21046432769618712622011-05-31T08:11:00.000-07:002011-05-31T08:11:34.801-07:00Who Knew?I was having a Glee marathon last night, bundled up in my robe, eating chocolate chip cookie dough after working a twelve hour shift at the hospital. I thought I was having a cheaters night from my diet until I realized that I didn't want the cookie dough. For the first time in my life I was not into cookie dough. What I really wanted was herb tea. I was so surprised by that revelation that I ate more dough and watched another episode of Glee. Come to think of it, I never did make any tea.....Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-33667764447651778652011-05-25T08:50:00.000-07:002011-05-25T08:57:39.870-07:00Gypsy BloodShould I change my career? Should I throw it all away to pursue a dream I have had for two days? What is missing in my life that I am always looking for change? Yesterday my husband and I were talking about moving out of the country for a year just for variety. Why do we want to drop everything to live in Brazil? Or Italy? Or Australia, Thailand, Egypt, Ireland, or Guatemala? <br />
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I have no idea. Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-66989726586123052702011-05-24T09:55:00.000-07:002011-05-24T09:55:33.145-07:00So much for that ideaLet me catch up on blogs today. What a cool blog!!! I want to make a comment. What, I am not signed in? I thought I was. Ok, let me sign in again. Really? Not signed in again? What is going on? I am not Anonymous. I am Plain Jane. Why am I showing up anonymous? Oh, I am not signed in. Let me sign in again. This time it will work. Nope, still Anonymous. <br />
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I guess it is time to clean the kitchen, find my IPod, and vacuum. Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-10582772374422027562011-05-19T14:04:00.000-07:002011-05-19T14:04:15.700-07:00Is It Really Important?There are so many opportunities for complaining about your spouse. Jc doesn't put away the laundry. He leaves his shoes, socks, and clothes out all over the couch. He never makes the bed. In eight years of marriage he has never cleaned the bathroom. I wish he would occasionally clean out the car, take out the recycling, pet the cats. <br />
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Does any of that other stuff even matter?Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-81976891905717756002011-05-13T17:05:00.000-07:002011-05-13T17:05:09.550-07:00FINALLY!!!I sat down at the computer this morning, zipfizz in hand, blueberries for munching, cat in lap. I was totally ready to amaze and astound with a new blog post. Instead I get, "page not found" or whatever. Darn it, Blogger. Don't you know that I wanted an excuse to sit in my robe for a little while longer? Instead I had to go to the gym where I did an hour on the treadmill and an hour of yoga. When I got back could I then write my clever and witty post? No, Blogger is still down. So once again I had to leave and be productive. I went to Costco and ran a bunch of errands. Now that Blogger is back I have no energy for anything but to go to bed early. Sigh.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-16491080716747525142011-04-30T21:33:00.000-07:002011-04-30T21:34:26.409-07:00Z is for Zipfizz, A Blatent AdvertisementZipfizz is the best additive EVER!!! I get it at Costco, 30 servings for $27 so just under a buck per serving. I add it to my water and feel energized for 8 hours. There is a little caffeine in it, but the zip comes from the 41000% B12. That is right, 41,000 % of the daily recommended dose. Nothing else comes even close. Unfortunately it didn't work for me today as I am so drugged up with allergy medicine, but it did keep me functioning at work.<br />
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It is sure a good thing that I am on the Pacific coast so I can type this late at night and still qualify for the A to Z challenge. It is reminding me of that book "How To Eat Fried Worms," where the kid becomes more and more creative in his attempt to eat 30 worms in 30 days.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-62583699719825865712011-04-29T19:24:00.000-07:002011-04-29T19:24:41.092-07:00Y is for Singing in the ShowerY is for Christmas music in April.<br />
Y is for Karen Carpenter, Patsy Cline, and Meatloaf (the singer).<br />
Y is for walking into Abercrombie and Fitch and finding the entire store 40% off.<br />
Y is for spending hours on <a href="http://rjrdaydreamer.blogspot.com/">RJR Daydeamers</a> blog watching his YouTube videos.<br />
Y is for a really good streach after a long workout.<br />
Y is for having my husband gone all day so I can sing at the top of my lungs.<br />
Y is for making homemade bread.<br />
Y is for walking to the grocery store instead of driving.<br />
Y is for new tennis shoes.<br />
Y is for petting my kitties all day.<br />
Y is for benadryl after petting my kitties all day.<br />
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Y is for <strong>Yes</strong>, I am very happy today. How can you tell?Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-54462624917386092022011-04-28T07:04:00.000-07:002011-04-28T07:04:00.521-07:00X is for XenophiliusI do love the Harry Potter books, but apparently not as much as some. There is an entire Harry Potter Wikipedia devoted to characters and back story. That just seems a little weird to me. But if you want to find out everything you never wanted to know about this character, go <a href="http://harrypotter.wikia.com/wiki/Xenophilius_Lovegood">here</a>.<br />
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Of course X is also for xanthopsia which is a visual disturbance that makes objects appear yellow. As yellow is a happy color, I don't think I would mind very much.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-23252393557304554612011-04-27T10:03:00.000-07:002011-04-27T10:03:37.359-07:00W is for When Can I Eat LunchYesterday I was busy all day and stayed on my diet very well. Today I am sore all over, hungry, and have allergies. All I want to do is eat, but I just finished breakfast. How long do I have to wait before I can start in on lunch? Is thirty minutes long enough?Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-32371669797044390842011-04-26T18:45:00.000-07:002011-04-26T18:45:08.798-07:00V is for Very Busy DayUhhhhhh. I can't tell if this was a good day or a bad day. We left the house ten and a half hours ago and just barely got home. We went to the gym, the clothing store, and the park where JC ran 10 miles (I only ran 3). Then we went to the barber where Jc got a haircut AND a shave. Our next stop was the sporting good store for shorts, shoes, and accessories. The final stop was Subway Sandwiches for dinner on the beach. Considering Southern California traffic, I should be grateful we made it home at all.Plain Janehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17925232966242274371noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-608535554452799573.post-62516974960879479242011-04-25T07:58:00.000-07:002011-04-25T07:58:00.736-07:00U is for Gag Me With a SpoonUnderwear, underarm hair, udder, urine, uranis, unloved, ugly, unhappy, unwed, umbilicus, unattractive, unappreciated, under-wire, unwanted, usurp, under paid, uppity, upset, unfortunate, unbecoming, unsightly, useless, utility bills, ungrateful, used up, unhealthy, and urchin. Wait, I finally got a good one...under budget.<br />
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Last year I was in Central America. I visited a bathroom in a bus depot. Yay! How wonderful!!! These toilets actually have seats!!! We must come here every time.<br />
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