tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66213161291770437832024-03-05T21:39:41.392-05:00Just Meraineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-22550987627756688002012-07-08T11:57:00.000-04:002012-07-08T11:57:40.130-04:00Rest In Peace Mom<span id="ctl00_ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_ContentPlaceHolder1_ObitText" style="font-size: 14px;">"STERNBERG Shirley Sternberg, age 89, May 8, 2012, Mount Carmel East Hospital. Any family and or friends, please call 291-3040"</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">The above is how my sister found out our mother passed away. She was in Columbus Ohio. We have no</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">idea how or why she was there. She was such a tormented soul, but very resourceful when she needed to </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">be. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">My sister call the number and found out a few things about the last year of her life. It was said, by a Chaplain,</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">she had an apartment, signed herself into a nursing home, then, and we don't know what period of time, she signed herself out, but by then she had lost her apartment, and wound up in a homeless shelter, until she could</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">get another apartment. (Sorry to say, that wasn't the first time she went to a homeless shelter.)</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">She had breast cancer that ate into her lungs. At the end she was in Mt Carmel E Hospital, and after a losing battle she allowed the staff to administer morphine for the pain. She passed in peace, the first she had in many</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">years. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">Our whole story is way too long to write about at this time, but we have been estranged for many years, not due to anything on our part. The one comfort for me, is the last time we spoke, the conversation went well.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">After an endless attempt to reach her by phone, we got concerned, so we called the local non emergency police dept</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> to do a "wellness check" since she was elderly and lived alone. She was so excited that we cared</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">enough to do that. Her phone was turned off, she never heard it ring. However, and there was always a "however", the next day when we came home from work, there was a message from her, yelling, cussing</span><br />
us out for "calling the police" on her. <br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">That was the last time I tried to extend a daughter's hand of friendship to her. I never allowed myself to think about her too much after that. When she did cross my mind, I would push the thoughts out of my head.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">That was, oh my, well over five years ago.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">My tears, and yes, I cry for the pain she went through and I cry for what should have been rather than what was.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: 14px;">So, I now say to my mom, "<strong>Rest in peace mom</strong>, and as I say my final goodbye to you, I can also put my pain for and towards you to rest."</span><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-86548278014443782502012-06-26T08:43:00.000-04:002012-06-26T08:43:57.716-04:005 Minute Chocolate Mug CakeThis is one of my favorites, thought I would drag it out of the archives.<br />
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5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE-received this in an email-<strong>Thanks Rhonda</strong>. You can also use cake mix- 10 tablespoons of mix to same amount of liquids. <br />
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4 tablespoons flour<br />
4 tablespoons sugar <br />
2 tablespoons cocoa<br />
1 egg<br />
3 tablespoons milk<br />
3 tablespoons oil<br />
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)<br />
A small splash of vanilla extract<br />
1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)<br />
Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. <br />
Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well..<br />
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.<br />
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at <strong>1000 watts</strong>. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.EAT ! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-67670915253052410252012-06-26T08:34:00.001-04:002012-06-26T08:34:59.715-04:00Blogging againI have been thinking about blogging again, encouraged by my friend, Roberta, who seems to enjoy my emails.<br />
Today is a good day to start. It's pouring down rain, with intermittent strong winds and my body said, "enough with the naps" lol. Daddy Long Legs, with Fred Astaire & Leslie Caron, playing on TCM.<br />
Fred Astaire wasn't what one would call handsome, but he had grace and elegance, which in turn made him<br />
a handsome figure. Yep, nothing like an old movie on a rainy day.<br />
There are things I could be doing around the house, but, noooo, not today, although my laundry has been in<br />
the dryer for three days now. lol I have been slapped with the lazy bug. <br />
My computer has been at neighbor's house over night for repair and has been fine tuned. I am blessed with great neighbors. They help each other without hesitation. I will blog about them later down the road.<br />
Oh no, here come the thunder storms!<br />
Poor Paco, he doesn't like the noise and has sprung into life, demanding his place on my lap for comfort.<br />
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I didn't get any further than that above and today is another day. <br />
Last night the winds and rains were so strong, thought they were going to bust through my windows. <br />
As I sat here listening to the winds, I started to think about where in this mobile home would Paco and<br />
I be safe. No where! After looking at some of the videos on the news, I came to the conclusion, if<br />
it's my time, there is nothing I could do about it, so just relax and try not to think about it. <br />
I did, however, close my blinds as if that could stop anything. lol <br />
This tropical storm, Debby, has left a lot of destruction so far and isn't moving any where. Just staying in one place, flinging it's arms of winds like a child having a temper tantrum. <br />
Gateway mobile home park in Port Richey is flooded and the only way in or out is by boat. <br />
A mother dies, still holding onto her baby to keep it safe. Tornadoes, oh my, the gulf coast is being hit hard.<br />
This is the first month of hurricane season. The media has said this is a dress rehearsal for what's to come this season. Crap, I hope not. It's 1:44PM, the rain has taken a break and we are expecting more thunder storms tonight. "plenty more storms to go" echoing through my head. <br />
As I look at the lake behind my house, the water that was so low and nearly dry, is high, thankfully, not flooded.<br />
Look at me, started this about blogging again, turns out to end in a weather report. Oh well, that's just me.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-11140964351639205192012-06-25T13:04:00.000-04:002012-06-25T13:04:54.218-04:00Mrs Browns BoysIf you have never seen Mrs Browns Boys on BBC, you have missed one of the funniest shows<br />
around. <a href="http://youtu.be/gw03JjYeoVo">http://youtu.be/gw03JjYeoVo</a><br />
Here is another sample, enjoy. Laughter is great for the soul.<br />
<a href="http://youtu.be/_wSpvnYYuU8">http://youtu.be/_wSpvnYYuU8</a><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-59381846783908885162012-05-19T12:55:00.000-04:002012-05-19T12:55:38.522-04:00Update on Just MeI lost my best friend since the last time I wrote in this blog. Just to clarify that statement, no, he didn't run away or anything of that nature. It was his time to say goodbye forever to life. <br />
My boy developed cancer in his mouth at the age of eighteen and short two months of turning nineteen I had<br />
to have him put into that deep forever sleep. That was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life!<br />
I don't know if I'll ever stop crying when I think or talk about this, as I'm doing right now. <br />
I still miss him and at times I have to smile to myself when I think of his personality. His smiles, anger, stubbornness and yes his vindictive ways! (yes, he could do things when he got upset with me! lol.) He sure was a character! I'm sure if he could have talked, he would have been one opinionated little boy. Oh don't get me wrong, his expressions said everything he wanted to relate to me!<br />
Oh, I'm so sorry, I seem to be repetitive, but hey, I'm old. lol<br />
I promised myself not to get another little one, and I didn't for a short time. Then I found myself looking on Craig's list just to see what was out there, only after visiting animal shelters in my area. <br />
I found Paco, a Chihuahua, age unknown, history unknown, but the expression in his eyes was saying "help me, I need a home" and yes, my aching heart melted. <br />
I drove in torrential rains to meet him. Had to stop several times because I couldn't see. When I saw him in person, I thought to myself, "oh hell, he's a lot older than what the post said, and yes he's small because he's too skinny", but the eyes, as we all know, are the windows into ones soul, was still pleading with me.<br />
So, yes, I took him home! That was over a year ago this past February.<br />
He is by no means a replacement for my Tuffy Boy, but my second child that fills my heart with unconditional love, just as medicine helps ones body heal. He really didn't have a name, they called him "baby" or their daughter called him, "Edwardo the Weirdo", I named him Paco and he seemed to like it because he responded to it very quickly.<br />
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Look at the color of that water..it was wonderful.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMTnUzDzmwakOLrjkGFM3wuMHmouPeyPv2FHJoispVO0c91ELbgJSfhoojripDyYfgNOeguKseOTQRtnpONcAp4SrMUOZsEZ1_KLb4gvPdEvGSMsrX20QBuzPJ6wK3lKM0YwG67tMV6U/s1600-h/July+27+2009-beach+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363681796567847890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMTnUzDzmwakOLrjkGFM3wuMHmouPeyPv2FHJoispVO0c91ELbgJSfhoojripDyYfgNOeguKseOTQRtnpONcAp4SrMUOZsEZ1_KLb4gvPdEvGSMsrX20QBuzPJ6wK3lKM0YwG67tMV6U/s320/July+27+2009-beach+010.jpg" /></a> This day was my sister's birthday, and she's sitting in her favorite chair, in her favorite place. The Beach, any beach!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu0NlxHeTLmcogILIateWzQ6BjwR4QNDr7TTh09AyRL6jxk8NQ-e8uYhyphenhyphen_C6DZvMwiAv744AotKHOg_K6Zsx_i-uI53um2mSo5e2NuKU7bDcv_7U4nYpnOeWtRbZ3QpUwgUnmnWdf-Gk/s1600-h/July+27+2009-beach+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363681790498526914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyu0NlxHeTLmcogILIateWzQ6BjwR4QNDr7TTh09AyRL6jxk8NQ-e8uYhyphenhyphen_C6DZvMwiAv744AotKHOg_K6Zsx_i-uI53um2mSo5e2NuKU7bDcv_7U4nYpnOeWtRbZ3QpUwgUnmnWdf-Gk/s320/July+27+2009-beach+024.jpg" /></a> These little guys are the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">beggars</span>", if you feed one, the all come.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXZsZA0iqLeMXBiftnbQygKVDC5hHQm-c3xshEI0HGafGEKCe2GYab3wXALtRQTrigdGtomtzf1J8yBSzmGx9WGXY9JklrZv9DPMYN0oc2RSYDx8jVwSGVYzcwRbz9AdRM9KxygXHbcc/s1600-h/July+27+2009-beach+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363681787678233842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXZsZA0iqLeMXBiftnbQygKVDC5hHQm-c3xshEI0HGafGEKCe2GYab3wXALtRQTrigdGtomtzf1J8yBSzmGx9WGXY9JklrZv9DPMYN0oc2RSYDx8jVwSGVYzcwRbz9AdRM9KxygXHbcc/s320/July+27+2009-beach+025.jpg" /></a> They are experts in catching the food, some of them will fly right in front of you to catch your throws. <div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-4665528039274652702009-07-28T11:19:00.004-04:002009-07-28T21:33:35.118-04:00FloridaWell, tomorrow will be two weeks since we arrived in Florida. The villa was supposed to be painted and fixed before we got here.<br /><br /><br />Not only was it painted the same dull, flat color throughout, but it was also painted over dirt, and what my sister thought was "gray" corking around the baseboards, was nothing but pure dirt in bedded on the corking. The back porch was missing a screen and almost all of the others have holes in them. My screen was infested with ants, and although, I didn't think metal screen frames could rot, the one on my bedroom window was not only bent out of shape, but was infested with ants.<br /><br /><br />Along with that, I got eaten up by the "no see'em" bugs. My sister got an exterminator to come out first thing. I got something for my itching.<br /><br /><br />We have been working non stop, cleaning, painting, re-screening two and half doors, the landlady took mine to be replaced.<br /><br /><br />We took two days off to go to the beach. One day we went to Venice Beach and yesterday to Bradenton beach. I loved the latter. The water was so clear you can see the bottom as far as you can walk out there. The best part of it all, is you can park right up to it and don't have to drag your stuff too far.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-29133381626762356882009-07-13T11:56:00.002-04:002009-07-13T12:11:07.524-04:00Slight ChangeIsn't it strange how addictive the Internet has become in our lives? It seems to be part of it like brushing your teeth. It also becomes as habit forming as a drug. Once your on it, communicating through email, playing games or just surfing the web, one tends to get withdrawal symptom when we are unable to utilize it.<br /><br /><br />I was planning on turning in the equipment this morning, but my sister absolutely cant live with out it. So, while she is getting the truck in the morning, I will have to run to HTC to turn everything in. I hate last minute crap, but more than that, I would hate to hear her complain about not having access to the computer.<br /><br /><br />Personally I like to get "all my ducks in a row", early. It unnerves me to wait to the last minute. I have always been that way. But, that's just me.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-46557647773341888982009-07-13T01:37:00.002-04:002009-07-13T01:54:27.758-04:00Two More DaysIt is Sunday night and I have done a lot more packing today. Tomorrow was the last day we have to get everything packed. We pick up the truck Tuesday morning, get it loaded and off we go. <br />Tuffy has been watching me like a hawk. Every room I went into, he was there. It's like he's saying, "Hey, don't forget me." He has done this through the years we have been together. Last time I moved he stayed by the boxes. <br />Tomorrow I will be off line until I get settled in Florida. That will be at least four to five days. Am sure going to miss it. Love playing Slingo and I Won Fish Games. At the end of the day, when I have finished everything I need to do, I play those games to relax and not think of anything other than whats on the screen.<br />So, all I have to say to Myrtle Beach SC is this: Adios, I'm outa here, and hasta la vista baby!<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-30316799332851796512009-07-11T10:08:00.002-04:002009-07-11T10:38:28.746-04:00Moving Frustrations-3I'm on line with Verizon, answer their questions, then once again proceed to explain my plight. "Let me connect you to someone who can handle this", OK, now maybe we're getting somewhere. (Not in this life time!) "No, we can't email you anything, but we will be sending you conformation in the mail."<br /><br />"To which address?"<br />"The one in Florida."<br />"That won't do me any good, I need it here in SC" (What the hell, am I asking for a million dollars? I'm going to need an "anger management intervention real soon!)<br /><br />I try calling "Moving Utilities" again, still unable to get a person, and try online, "live chat", guess who answers..that's right, it's Samantha again! I got nowhere fast!<br /><br />I could have saved myself a headache, (believe me, I had a bad one) if I stopped chasing my tail and looked over the situation calmly. I get the phone book and look up the head office of HTC here, and finally got someone in charge! Yes, indeed! I explain the most of my dilemma, and asked her if I could forward the email of conformation to her while I wait on line with her to receive it. I would even give her my password to get into the site if she wanted further proof.<br /><br />How great was that? It worked, I got her first and last name, her word that I wouldn't be charged for early disconnect and the last bill will be sent to me rather than drafted from my account.<br /><br />Although I was on the phone with the head office, I didn't report what that person did to me about the Internet, I'm not the type to get someone fired. Not for her, but for her family to go without in the state of the job market, they shouldn't suffer because she is a vengeful person. No, I'm leaving it to myself to let her know "face to face" what I think of how she misused her position. Believe me when I say, this will happen when I go to turn in their equipment on Monday.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-70222922266483274772009-07-11T08:42:00.003-04:002009-07-11T10:07:07.511-04:00Moving Frustrations-2Sometimes when we are pushed into a frustrating situation, logic goes out the door. It tends to make us think irrationally, instead of a calm calculating manner. It's like a dog chasing it's tail, until the dog realizes it's getting no where, some dogs do, and some don't.<br /><br />OK, now I needed to get service for Internet and phone, set up in Florida. This was going to be a one, two, three step program. Yeah, right! <br /><br />I get on the Internet, try to locate the local phone company in the area we are moving to. Too many choices, like too many cloths in a closet. Which company to pick? Which one works in which area? Which one offers the best start up deal? Which one has a location close to you?<br /><br />Finally find a site, "Moving Utilities" which allows me to enter my new zip code to find out which one offers the best deal. Not only that, but you can chat with a live operator for help. Wow, this is great.<br /><br />I found Vonage was the one with the cheapest way to go. "Could I get a conformation to print out? I will need that as proof that I'm moving out of town, so I don't get charged for early disconnect here in SC. I will need that no later than Monday."<br />"It takes one to three business days to get approved, then we will email you the conformation."<br />Hmm, lets see, It's Tuesday, that should be enough time. "I'll take the Vonage start up Internet and local phone service."<br />"Just fill out the form on the next page and I will be here if you need assistance."<br />"Thank you, I'll be right back." I fill out the forms, one page at a time, asking questions along the way. She was very helpful, and explained that once you apply you can come back and check the status on your order by logging in.<br /><br />So, after I'm done, I proceed to the Vonage site. While reading it, I noticed it had Vonage through Verizon. My mind starts working, if this is true, there is a Verizon store not far from me here, I can have them pull up my order and get a conformation printout. I will call them in the morning. With that in mind, I'm thinking, all is in line.<br /><br />The next morning I call Verizon here, "Is Vonage phone and cable service through Verizon?" I ask the man that answered. "No, it's not." "OK, thank you." Now I'm thinking maybe I misread the whole thing. After getting off the phone, I proceed on line to their site. That alone was enough to make me turn to my on line games. You have to register, and fill out forms again.<br /><br /><br />On Thursday, I recieve my notice of acceptance in an email, and low and behold, my service provider is...Verizon! At this point, I really don't care who it's through as long as I get my proof!<br /><br />In order to get the conformation of service I had to log back into the "Moving Utilities" site, which I did, and everything was in order. <strong>BUT,</strong> no matter what I did or tried to do, I could not print it out! I even ran a printing test to make sure all was in order with my system. No problems here. So, I call their 1-800 number, but couldn't get through to a person!<br /><br />I get back on line, and try the "live Chat", where I get this person, Samantha, who must be eating her lunch or something because it took forever for her to answer me. At one point I asked if she was the only one there because she's not responding to my questions.<br /><br /><br />"Oh god, this person hates her job, it must be, because she's not doing it very well!" So, I ask if she can send me what I needed directly to my email without me having to log onto this site, I should be able to print it out. No, I have to go through the site, "check your settings to make sure everything is working correctly." Dah, I have done that, I'm not an total idiot. "Excuse me, but there is nothing wrong with my computer or printer, I have checked and double checked, yours is an unprintable page!" Her response,(after another five minute wait) "there's nothing I can do about that", is there anything else I can help you with?" (Yes, you can shove your site and your attitude up your ass!) "No, I will try something else." (This was after she wouldn't put a surperviser on with me, and informed me that if I called the company service request line direct, I wouldn't get the same deal.)<br /><br /><br />I tried to cut and paste, copy and paste the info. into a different file on my computer, but nothing I did worked! OK, OK, don't panic, I'll call Verizon through the service number that's with my conformation. When I get them on the phone, I had to give my new phone number assigned to me, then I proceed to let her know what my problem was.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-72408788602669961862009-07-11T06:48:00.006-04:002009-07-11T09:58:26.050-04:00Moving Frustrations-1Went to HTC (our local phone/cable) Co. a few days ago to give them a shut off date, due to moving out of state. So, I'm explaining to the woman that I'm moving to Florida with my sister, and have to discontinue svc. The service was in my name and I had no intentions of getting any until I find my own place. After she explains to me about returning the wireless box etc, I give her my shut off date, the address to send the last bill, after going over the same words several times, the conversation ends like this:<br /><br />"Are you getting service in Florida?" she asks.<br />"No, my sister found her a place, I'll find my own when I get there."<br />"You will be charged one hundred dollars for early disconnect."<br />"Why?, I was told if I was moving out of state, there would be no problems, is there's gotta be another way, I can do this without a penalty?"<br />"If you have a lease."<br />"I told you, I'm moving with my sister, it's her place, I'm not on her lease, and I'M NOT PAYING A HUNDRED DOLLARS, THIS IS A BUNCH OF CRAP!" By this time, my voice is several octaves higher with frustration. "I can't afford that, I'm on a limited income and I'm not paying the damn penalty,<strong> listen, this isn't directed at you, it's directed at the whole</strong> <strong>situation."</strong><br />As I'm walking out the door, my voice is echoing back at her, "I'm not paying that damn thing."<br /><br /><br />When I got home, I told my sister, that I will have to have the cable and phone turned on in her new place to keep from being charged the early disconnect fee, which was something I really didn't want to do. But I need paper proof of moving so not to be charged that extra hundred dollars.<br /><br />A few hours later, my sister nor myself were able to get on line. She called the technician's help line, they get her to do several things, but nothing works. This went on for four hours. Nothing worked. Finally I get on the phone and ask to speak with a supervisor.<br /><br />"I want to speak with a supervisor."<br />"What seems to be the problem?" she asks.<br />"It seems strange, that I have a confrontation with someone at HTC, and no one can get my Internet working when nothing has changed here. The phone is working with a lot of static in it and according to your techs, no one else is having that problem. This has been going on for over five hours, now I just want it fixed!<br />"I can see where you think this was done, but no one is allowed to do that, they could lose their job", was her response to me.<br />"Well, that may be, but it has been done."<br />"I'll connect you to a tech".<br />"That hasn't helped all afternoon, but go ahead."<br /><br />She puts the tech on and he starts the same crap about getting on the computer and I interrupt him, "We have done the same thing all afternoon, nothing works, so it's on your end".<br />"Let me take a look", is his reply. Within less then five minutes, our Internet is working, and he comes out with some lame excuse about the pass word not being correct! What bull crap!<br /><p>"If it looks like a duck, waddles like a duck and quacks like a duck," it's a duck!</p><p>I'm hoping that Biatch is there when I return their equipment, because I have a few, calm, departing choice words for her!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-25587558614437784232009-07-02T19:00:00.003-04:002009-07-02T19:35:18.358-04:00It's Break TimeIt's packing break time. Got a lot done today, but had to get some more boxes and tape.<br />The traffic was thick with people that have come down to the beach for the fourth of July weekend.<br /><br />This condo reminds me of "Octa-mom", the more I pack, the more this condo gives birth to new things. <br /><br />The rest will have to wait until tomorrow.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-52245707855560865372009-06-26T09:58:00.004-04:002009-06-26T10:28:48.711-04:00So Sad, Too BadMicheal Jackson, past away yesterday. I used to love his voice, music and performances, until it came out that he was a pedophile. Even when the changes in his physical appearances came about, I didn't think much about it.<br /><br />But, come on people, a pedophile needs to rot in hell! If he truly was one, I hope he does!<br /><br /><br />The problem here, is, we look up to celebrities, enjoy what their craft offers, put them on a pedestal, then, we find out personal things about them. "The good, the bad and the ugly." Unfortunately, some of the "ugly" is not acceptable! Murder, pedophilia, racial slurs, physical abuse is not only unacceptable, but it's against the laws of our land and nature! Therefore, should not be acceptable in those that we celebrate or look up to as roll models. But, that's just me!<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-63181397185823508192009-06-26T09:01:00.004-04:002009-06-26T09:40:33.638-04:00Moving Is A HeadacheMoving headache! Ouch!! Yes, it's that time again. This time, it's across states. Yep, Florida, here we come. "Out of the frying pan, into the fire."<br /><br />It wouldn't be too bad, if I was moving alone. My stuff can fit into a twelve foot truck. Not my sisters. The condo is loaded.<br /><br />I used to look forward to moving into a new "adventure", not any more.<br /><br />My sister has always wanted to move to Florida and after fifteen years of living in Myrtle Beach, she's finally grabbing the bit, and doing it. Trying to find an affordable truck, driver, truck packers, getting the nerve to give a two week notice at work, and calling the landlady to give a thirty day notice and picking a definite date, has been a headache for her.<br /><br />I'm happy to say, most of it is done.<br /><br />She did go down to Florida to find a place, she was really torn between two units, but took the one with the least rent, and needs some "fixing". This is going to be a two step process for me, I still have to look for a place to live, which means, packing our stuff separately. Then having my stuff in piled up in my room until that day, and getting a truck to move it all. YUK, and double yuk. When I was younger, this was no big deal, but oh my, I'm just too old for this!! However, now that the time is near, I'm ready to get this done and over with! Yes, It's a headache! Hopefully this will be my last move.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-4159471904988773362009-06-24T00:11:00.004-04:002009-06-24T00:22:56.904-04:00What Kind Of Bug Is This?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8HEmNWgguJY95nbPaaNUTS7zX7r2iTf3p2xmx3jT1DG8ODHYyueXuQ3WhvBAfUOl8CbjXKKSNu-bXzyjG8JYv3ypivuXpgPlzGUQ6zeWOeFE_gjNjaqA-45vdy9TvEpRYSyhr0sWDyE/s1600-h/what+is+this.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742325302524290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb8HEmNWgguJY95nbPaaNUTS7zX7r2iTf3p2xmx3jT1DG8ODHYyueXuQ3WhvBAfUOl8CbjXKKSNu-bXzyjG8JYv3ypivuXpgPlzGUQ6zeWOeFE_gjNjaqA-45vdy9TvEpRYSyhr0sWDyE/s320/what+is+this.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDTAIAF3eLEXO4eVnHyRI4ZcAQ4tBisfxBn8E7uUTdSOnULTII4X16elE2Wexsp4FlYg2mzcffFqQBe1v_8dGxFU8KkekGI7CVQyXon1m3iz4l-udq6KNiU50agDJFbYMmjP5nKALb6I/s1600-h/what+is+this+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350742319260659602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifDTAIAF3eLEXO4eVnHyRI4ZcAQ4tBisfxBn8E7uUTdSOnULTII4X16elE2Wexsp4FlYg2mzcffFqQBe1v_8dGxFU8KkekGI7CVQyXon1m3iz4l-udq6KNiU50agDJFbYMmjP5nKALb6I/s320/what+is+this+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Found this strange looking bug on the patio.</div><br /><div>First we tried to make it go away by spraying it</div><br /><div>with the water hose. It must of liked it, because</div><br /><div>it wouldn't go any where.</div><br /><div>Had sis put it in a container, that's when I took it's</div><br /><div>picture.</div><br /><div>It seemed as curious as I was. Also very calm. I did let it go after leaving the back yard. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-21060054638601373692009-06-20T18:40:00.004-04:002009-06-26T09:53:15.957-04:00In No Rush To Get Up<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzA4WjrPOFt4r_i8lANyH3RBEIBgRO_uRHAh_QLkIZMOuRCT_gwNThVFJ-c91o_CEBrY3C3AW22gg4mlUTp1ZnIV2t_9UsF_y0SKnnb1LS4n3qY6GYcHO2kOnCVNPvb0U4cg0um-5qpAs/s1600-h/staying+in+bed+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349543973386236146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzA4WjrPOFt4r_i8lANyH3RBEIBgRO_uRHAh_QLkIZMOuRCT_gwNThVFJ-c91o_CEBrY3C3AW22gg4mlUTp1ZnIV2t_9UsF_y0SKnnb1LS4n3qY6GYcHO2kOnCVNPvb0U4cg0um-5qpAs/s320/staying+in+bed+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCIifnZcQvStNTlAuy4Rxw4VjDYRdIhGl4U8kL4TADw8p14zCVDVew6lwN0wMAs08DDMgjZuI5X_mrYH5M7KobaH3cUoU-AiP9DYq2O7SJqxDtV7l928HzXSP3X__fVwU6A7aVPSImsk/s1600-h/staying+in+bed.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349543978191032690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCIifnZcQvStNTlAuy4Rxw4VjDYRdIhGl4U8kL4TADw8p14zCVDVew6lwN0wMAs08DDMgjZuI5X_mrYH5M7KobaH3cUoU-AiP9DYq2O7SJqxDtV7l928HzXSP3X__fVwU6A7aVPSImsk/s320/staying+in+bed.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCIifnZcQvStNTlAuy4Rxw4VjDYRdIhGl4U8kL4TADw8p14zCVDVew6lwN0wMAs08DDMgjZuI5X_mrYH5M7KobaH3cUoU-AiP9DYq2O7SJqxDtV7l928HzXSP3X__fVwU6A7aVPSImsk/s1600-h/staying+in+bed.jpg"></a></div><br /><br /><div>"Hey Tuffy, it's time to wake up"</div><div></div><div>"Well Mom, I think I'll stay in bed for</div><div>a while".</div><div></div><div>He's going on eighteen years old the 24th of this month. Guess he earned the right to stay in bed if he wants to.</div><div> </div><div><strong>Post note</strong>: On the twenty fourth, I sang "Happy Birthday" to him and gave him a chew bone along with a few extra treats. I think he really knew it was a special day for him, at least that's what I choose to beleive, but, that's just me.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-57269254802972438222009-06-20T18:35:00.002-04:002009-06-20T18:40:15.270-04:00Black Face Squirrel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVA7uc8cP_3ybDwtqiiulsLHgvrAB9yrvxrH3mvsHuCZ7bKFC_1TlT1ZKQiba_IrNXMnuhRQj6oOQoijWVbCFNEE2pm0umBNBMbnXk5rmNKgVtdjd2GqJtbtYvtmPYFbzOB_m-HWR4_7k/s1600-h/SQUIRREL.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349542487463269794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVA7uc8cP_3ybDwtqiiulsLHgvrAB9yrvxrH3mvsHuCZ7bKFC_1TlT1ZKQiba_IrNXMnuhRQj6oOQoijWVbCFNEE2pm0umBNBMbnXk5rmNKgVtdjd2GqJtbtYvtmPYFbzOB_m-HWR4_7k/s400/SQUIRREL.jpg" /></a><br /><div>My sister captured this squirrel </div><div>just chilling. This was the first time</div><div>I have ever seen one with a black</div><div>face. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-78274144420549849922009-06-20T08:30:00.005-04:002009-06-20T18:35:10.157-04:00Veggies Are Coming In<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBqoYsGU2RrdFgzKp7Bu-DdWUMcUshEtJJ6XFrDAHEoDjOOR-TyUfd3iAGHDWRItr7RoPjmepRdh4W3aRXjC0aoTQnrwLvI9piAh4DoyCuuuNabuMPkRt4nNqOE5XhKNnNKZnlhS1chw/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540808552246226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCBqoYsGU2RrdFgzKp7Bu-DdWUMcUshEtJJ6XFrDAHEoDjOOR-TyUfd3iAGHDWRItr7RoPjmepRdh4W3aRXjC0aoTQnrwLvI9piAh4DoyCuuuNabuMPkRt4nNqOE5XhKNnNKZnlhS1chw/s320/tomatoes.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvwOOj3lUK_a2MrSL6evs7Og29n2CovfBOqZhcI-G9ATeLqITqdXBwHK26uITz46KMiZYgM8p07wGNR1Xx5n9r9xaL_jVldHwMlcQ2MSBzStWzyN6U4ilWsuIUzDqZgKJIdoRxGv2JS8/s1600-h/cucumber.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540808265648578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvwOOj3lUK_a2MrSL6evs7Og29n2CovfBOqZhcI-G9ATeLqITqdXBwHK26uITz46KMiZYgM8p07wGNR1Xx5n9r9xaL_jVldHwMlcQ2MSBzStWzyN6U4ilWsuIUzDqZgKJIdoRxGv2JS8/s320/cucumber.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2udvUceFbZTMDjmx7oaaLgdQmRUY0xJwEX-WdOKHYkmsfenCFmm5I4mlXiWCSV-OKwB10kFCcPoV5vWjeYldGRNg8hsV6ruoR5U98hEok-Mg7dWH6YPYXNy4CuTGhN3Ib-oH7ZmtREyc/s1600-h/tomato+plants+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540812797279026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2udvUceFbZTMDjmx7oaaLgdQmRUY0xJwEX-WdOKHYkmsfenCFmm5I4mlXiWCSV-OKwB10kFCcPoV5vWjeYldGRNg8hsV6ruoR5U98hEok-Mg7dWH6YPYXNy4CuTGhN3Ib-oH7ZmtREyc/s320/tomato+plants+2.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifi68VcTg-uf9RZ4Y8BrLJsHXzw6gddbze4KTjVtrmx85eixgt7OjG9u_bQbM1FCPKe-iQ6GHETuS68_jMD9Jh5t-gAgyrVi688j4C61E2pUXdke2SvT3MyqM9eKjiMjfjzoAfd_F4fpE/s1600-h/tomatoes.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349540815654608306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifi68VcTg-uf9RZ4Y8BrLJsHXzw6gddbze4KTjVtrmx85eixgt7OjG9u_bQbM1FCPKe-iQ6GHETuS68_jMD9Jh5t-gAgyrVi688j4C61E2pUXdke2SvT3MyqM9eKjiMjfjzoAfd_F4fpE/s320/tomatoes.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Just when I thought my garden was doing well, I had to make some changes. It seems the pots my veggie plants were in turned out to be too small.</div><br /><div>I had to transplant them into five gallon pails and make holes around them for the water to escape, should there be too much.</div><br /><div>I'm proud to say, this has worked out great, my veggies are growing. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-5977018602897087722009-06-18T09:38:00.009-04:002009-06-26T10:34:04.544-04:00Things That Are Rubbing My Nerves RawI'm sure, am not the only one that feels like this, but am so tired of having to "press 1" for English. I really don't remember going to sleep and waking up in a foreign country.<br /><br />There is no need to press anything for English, unless you are contacting a company that isn't here in America.<br /><br />Tired of hearing the "boo-hoo" stories of Illegal families being deported. "They are law abiding people." To me the word "illegal" means against the law! We go to court and then jail when arrested for doing "illegal" things, that is the law of the land in America. Yes, this country was built and grown with foreigners, but they did it the legal way. Then to top it off, "illegals" expect and demand "rights"! The sad thing is they can get help faster than any American Citizen. I know and understand the need and want for a better life, but come on, how about doing it the illegal way! I for one, do not feel sorry for the families that are torn apart because of deportation. Illegal means Illegal, which means it's against the law!<br /><br />Am tired of hearing about how "inhumane" the death penalty is. Just how "humane" was the torture, rape, strangulation, shooting, stabbing of another child or adult? I'm not a religious person, but what happened for an "eye for an eye"? There are way too many people getting away with murder with just a "slap on the hand" sentences. To top off the "insult to injury", the murderers demand their rights! What kind of rights did their victims get?<br />But, that's just me.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-60835138368759113742009-05-30T15:42:00.003-04:002009-05-30T16:39:32.136-04:00Update on Veggie Plants<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CRMbEnSG1ZB_nW7Ob9_Hozh0DkAymMP9Wzu8BdhmUB6WDZ05myFJj_Wyng5byQJQ5bfKUZYs7PC58kNQqHBzeiMjVLGpxOkS5xZ6Oqr9bhIvu9rlkyzrmZ9ClJZUnA0N2O9ww175duk/s1600-h/veggie+plants.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341719124207329410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2CRMbEnSG1ZB_nW7Ob9_Hozh0DkAymMP9Wzu8BdhmUB6WDZ05myFJj_Wyng5byQJQ5bfKUZYs7PC58kNQqHBzeiMjVLGpxOkS5xZ6Oqr9bhIvu9rlkyzrmZ9ClJZUnA0N2O9ww175duk/s400/veggie+plants.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Veggie Plants are doing fine.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuKpQWNmoph8Kg9S7GgUlW2rlsCGNYxTwHfJfXTyqYc8FCHo4SXF9Q-uTMqhOhWqwufwvDTh7wbXVnIKBJCIGoK4GMd4AlkoJHrnsOx_qyFOrJQAdzfX3x7r3CH0FuizQF6XzyPqlbD0/s1600-h/veggie+plants.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-5663057092194811362009-05-30T15:27:00.004-04:002009-05-30T15:38:55.893-04:00It's Snack Time<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T5bKlMTqcRz8MXFqBcjC4kgbRUJAZTOLszYeraiY5yWbof4CRr3VCr9SidTf5jh8WOkDV0QMY-Td6w91aCEhar4BSKA-XJ6kOFetM2TE0xG0V3Ch4u3y9zaB_PeKvogah3L58DSRGNY/s1600-h/food,+anyone.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341701639003353698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T5bKlMTqcRz8MXFqBcjC4kgbRUJAZTOLszYeraiY5yWbof4CRr3VCr9SidTf5jh8WOkDV0QMY-Td6w91aCEhar4BSKA-XJ6kOFetM2TE0xG0V3Ch4u3y9zaB_PeKvogah3L58DSRGNY/s320/food,+anyone.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p><strong>"Oh goody... </strong><strong>golfer's are here, that means </strong><strong>it's snack time... </strong><strong>yum!"</strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><p>These pictures were taken at the Dunes Golf Course, by my sister.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-79862453309282694372009-05-28T21:07:00.004-04:002009-05-28T21:36:41.094-04:00Ziploc Omelet-This works<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro_3lDCkdRODtoQ6iltsRtXJkQQpz21gFiLGwHkELErt9iI-CzKgnjj3TXX5ttIuMSx1DtsKGWFByBe-p6PqxV56eP-g_cwp9vnb38NQEQ-z-NC7X-JcbGkaoZezNOQ5BRZFqX6a6Nqw/s1600-h/eggs+1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341052764482735410" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgro_3lDCkdRODtoQ6iltsRtXJkQQpz21gFiLGwHkELErt9iI-CzKgnjj3TXX5ttIuMSx1DtsKGWFByBe-p6PqxV56eP-g_cwp9vnb38NQEQ-z-NC7X-JcbGkaoZezNOQ5BRZFqX6a6Nqw/s200/eggs+1.bmp" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXTMXNf8n52YPbsOVgNUB-ifxwbmdqfXpttqaQM4v1NXTLhJVx_h0MVGGHREb7ooAYbzqdgkcVI8ZpttM0DDZGO2fgf-kuZKWO3LNfJJBBb0EHMUXPQvilUfy2z64tFCGsyBL5mmx2oM/s1600-h/egg+2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341052758056723970" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXTMXNf8n52YPbsOVgNUB-ifxwbmdqfXpttqaQM4v1NXTLhJVx_h0MVGGHREb7ooAYbzqdgkcVI8ZpttM0DDZGO2fgf-kuZKWO3LNfJJBBb0EHMUXPQvilUfy2z64tFCGsyBL5mmx2oM/s200/egg+2.bmp" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEtyES1weHds8-v4G_g0J9nqxC3MbqTNl8aQJ0uQY_8IKaL8qCiQPfdjFOjm2vtie3_Y1T4n63YBLvduvWxRnlLM5k1GuRa0NxhYqd_RpfHmPOYeSWD7Ii-LDW4kxWcnufw4Wp98rPUQ/s1600-h/egg+3.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341052756065967586" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisEtyES1weHds8-v4G_g0J9nqxC3MbqTNl8aQJ0uQY_8IKaL8qCiQPfdjFOjm2vtie3_Y1T4n63YBLvduvWxRnlLM5k1GuRa0NxhYqd_RpfHmPOYeSWD7Ii-LDW4kxWcnufw4Wp98rPUQ/s200/egg+3.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHHXiDJS6Oa46tySAoa3hIh7LV8Gotm6AqLttvDZV12GI5M7pY939l89vNvVG7oqMiQZ3ZjBIApjIpLMF1BB_M9255h4UuE0OdZ6zMLz4bvcDRwxly49Y87xNYxAj9swH2FWjwApOTB4/s1600-h/egg+4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341052748737658754" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHHXiDJS6Oa46tySAoa3hIh7LV8Gotm6AqLttvDZV12GI5M7pY939l89vNvVG7oqMiQZ3ZjBIApjIpLMF1BB_M9255h4UuE0OdZ6zMLz4bvcDRwxly49Y87xNYxAj9swH2FWjwApOTB4/s200/egg+4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div>My sister tried this-it works! Thanks Rhonda.<br />This is so cool! How do people come up with these clever ideas? </div><br /><div>ZIPLOC OMELET (This works great !!! Good for when all your family is together. The best part is that no one has to wait for their special omelet !!!)</div><div>Have guests write their name on a quart-size Ziploc freezer bag with permanent marker. </div><br /><div>Crack 2 eggs (large or extra-large) into the bag (not more than 2) then shake to combine them. </div><div>Put out a variety of ingredients such as: cheeses, ham, onion, green pepper, tomato, hash browns, salsa, etc.</div><br /><div>Each guest adds prepared ingredients of choice to their bag and shake. Make sure to get the air out of the bag and zip it up.</div><br /><div>Place the bags into rolling, boiling water for exactly 13 minutes [we did 15 minutes]. You can usually cook 6-8 omelets in a large pot.... </div><br /><div>For more, make another pot of boiling water. </div><div>Open the bags and the omelet will roll out easily.. Be prepared for everyone to be amazed. Nice to serve with fresh fruit and coffee cake; everyone gets involved in the process and a great conversation piece.Imagine having these ready the night before, and putting the bag in boiling water while you get ready. And in 15 minutes, you've got a nice omelette for a quick breakfast!!! </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-30098349647894898442009-05-28T20:50:00.003-04:002012-06-26T08:37:06.563-04:005 Minute Chocolate Mug Cake-This works!5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE-received this in an email-<strong>Thanks Rhonda</strong>. You can also use cake mix- 10 tablespoons of mix to same amount of liquids. <br />
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4 tablespoons flour<br />
4 tablespoons sugar <br />
2 tablespoons cocoa<br />
1 egg<br />
3 tablespoons milk<br />
3 tablespoons oil<br />
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)<br />
A small splash of vanilla extract<br />
1 large coffee mug (MicroSafe)<br />
Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. <br />
Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well..<br />
Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.<br />
Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at <strong>1000 watts</strong>. The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed! Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.EAT ! (this can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous).<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6621316129177043783.post-81559977701215912932009-05-28T08:39:00.003-04:002009-05-28T09:42:37.598-04:00And Justice Is Served!A while ago, I wrote about the problem my sister was having with, "U-Save Car Rentals". They charged her bank account for damage (she did not do!) to the car she rented. After communication with the corporate office, she was having a hard time getting any satisfaction.<br />Armed with her proof she went to an attorney, who, in turn, sent them a letter.<br />My sister received a copy of that letter, which was extremely impressive! It was more like what would happen should they have to go to court. " Exhibit A, B, C, etc." Guess they thought my sister would just go away and let them keep her money. You have to stand up for your rights and fight with words and action.<br />Then my sister received an email from corporate, stating, "Subrogation Management Team is pleased to inform you we have closed this claim as a gesture of good will. We apologize for any inconvenience you may have experienced." Sounds like she was getting her money back, right? When she called them to ask, "Does this mean I'm getting my money back?" The voice on the other end replies, "no, they just closed the case here and you'll have to deal with it there". <br />That didn't sound right, and she didn't drop the matter either!<br />After sending them an irate email, she still didn't get the courtesy of a reply, but this morning, her money was returned to her account by them! Yes, justice was served and how sweet it was! <br />This is one company my sister will never do business with again.<div class="blogger-post-footer">http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=456c3c2d958b4e4f&type=video%2Fmp4</div>raineyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11192895815437859378noreply@blogger.com0