<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:04:02.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life With A Drunk</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-1603787142776016766</id><published>2010-03-26T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:22:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circles of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S6xu7Yh2xLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xE-L-alxFuE/s1600/bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452855215314617522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S6xu7Yh2xLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xE-L-alxFuE/s400/bike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mother turned 80 this year and we celebrated by going out to eat. We were 10 people in all and it was a great time except for the vegetable risotto.....which can out dressed like soup. Can't win them all.....the waiter took it off the bill so, whatever! We went back home for cake and coffee.....my niece and her boyfriend took my grandkids downstairs to run aound and play. Before they went home, my niece asked about my husbands bike which is stored downstairs. He had to have this bike for his 40th birthday (10 years ago) just had to have it......well, it's been in the basement since...maybe saw the light of day 5 times (I am being generous). My nieces' boyfriend is a bicylist, he trains and races all year round and he saw the bike. Seems it is a really nice bike and he was wondering if we would sell it to him. It was like a answer to a prayer....my mom has been complaining about the junk in the basement forever. So I said I try to get my husband to give it to them.....not tonight......but promised I'll work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So early one morning I asked him to give the bike to my nieces' boyfriend.....what????.....can't you see I'm trying to get in shape...I'll be using the bike probably next week.....early in the morning....take the dog with me.....I'm going to stop smoking......you are not going to recognize me.....are you crazy?? that was my birthday present.....you bought it for me remember??.....oh boy...this is going to take a little longer than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece called me after a few days and I told her they will have the bike but not now.....is there a big rush....no......good. I asked if they wanted a pair of roller blades each......my husband bought us each a pair and thought he was going to get me to roller blade....yeah!!....A great idea I thought at first but reality set in fast. We went once to the park and I almost broke a hip....not for me. I think the blades were my idea......crazy things you do in your 40"s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is buying fresh food from the organic market.....great stuff.....buys much too much......I take it to work and eat it for lunch.....he is trying....I'm eating better... not taking the bike out tho...he is still not working so it's not about time...plenty of that around here......in a few weeks it will be too hot to ride a bike.....hear this every year......He loves my niece and I know he will give them the bike......but it will be his idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am enjoying the peace......Spring is here so I'm cleaning out the basement and closets....someone out there can use what we don't...bagging it all up, waiting for the flyer to let me know when to put it all on the stoop.......all in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of making a cauliflower soup for Easter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-1603787142776016766?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1603787142776016766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=1603787142776016766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1603787142776016766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1603787142776016766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-mother-turned-80-this-year-and-we.html' title='Circles of Life'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S6xu7Yh2xLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/xE-L-alxFuE/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3220598307201080256</id><published>2010-02-22T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T01:43:48.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-2-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S4JPEvl_xPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mjby25vczxo/s1600-h/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440998242730886386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S4JPEvl_xPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mjby25vczxo/s400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my husband's 50th birthday........Feb 22......222.........it's also George Washiington's birthday...happy birthday Mr. President. There was supposed to be a big party...celebration for this day but as things are turning out.......I took my husband for brunch yesterday afternoon instead. He thought it was a surprize and was looking for all our friends......he started to cry and asked me why I could not wait for him to grow up?? I just let him talk......I'm getting over being sick and just did not have the fight in me. I ordered mussels for starter and eggs florentine and a mimosa. He got the crab cake and steak and eggs and a bloody mary......love those celery sticks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard my husband order his steak well done and remembered that Julia Child said if you have to order your steak well done........order a hamburger!!! But my lips were zipped.....I took a sip and looked at the city across the river....we were facing the United Nation building....must look real pretty at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very nice time....he can be very funny when he wants to......I just let him talk.....it was his day....so on and on he went about the big Canada job he is hoping for. I really believe it will all work out.....to tell you the truth, the Lord has a soft spot for this guy......so I don;t doubt that things will be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the bill came.....almost $85.00 for brunch???......He gave me $100 he said he just won on a Lotto scratch off.......I looked at him and said oh....you'll never stop talking about this will you??? He laughed because he knows it is the truth......I let him pay:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we got home...he laid on the couch and was snoring in 2 minutes...could not believe it...50 year old man or just a boy? Maybe it was the mimosa but I sure was confused....So I went downstairs and spent the afternoon with my mom and dog Penny .....listened to my moms' ideas and plans and complaints and we watched Matlock and my favorite Monk&lt;/p&gt;Enjoy life's celebrations........even if you are afraid......because God has a good plan for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3220598307201080256?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3220598307201080256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3220598307201080256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3220598307201080256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3220598307201080256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/2-2-2.html' title='2-2-2'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S4JPEvl_xPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mjby25vczxo/s72-c/50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-1886312683465426530</id><published>2010-02-14T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T04:41:41.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S3fvMIqL72I/AAAAAAAAADw/kvfVZNMPVqI/s1600-h/dog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438078066835058530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S3fvMIqL72I/AAAAAAAAADw/kvfVZNMPVqI/s400/dog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got back from 5 day trip to Disney in Orlando with my daughter, her husband and my two grandchildren - what a time we had. The weather could have been better...but it still was magical. My daughter was invited to a bloggers convention through Hanes and we were given the VIP treatment. No lines to wait on...we stayed for a second ride...the kids had a great time and so did I.!!! We had lunch with the Princess' at Norway.....they were all so pretty...Mary Poppins was there .....practically perfect in every way!....We stayed at the Polynesian Resort and had breakfast with Lilo and Stitch...Mickey and Goofy showed up too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow or no snow....it was good be get back home. and today is Valentine's Day. My husband left the house around 4 AM and I have no idea where he is or when he is coming back......I hope he stays whereever he is.....this divorce is really taking a long time to clear......I'm hoping he was looking for a place to stay while I was away. He told me last night that he was going to work in Canada.(if only).....there is a big steam job opening up and they are calling all steamfitters from the country.......one problem.....you have to sign a waiver that there will be no drinking or trouble making.....someone is going to be stranded in Canada........not looking forward to this....hopefully something else will come up for him work wise. I really don't think Canada is ready for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am meeting my cousin for brunch today.......it's a nice clear day...cold yes....snow no:) Looking forward to that and really happy that tomorrow is a holiday....I need that one more day to get back to reality......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-1886312683465426530?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1886312683465426530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=1886312683465426530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1886312683465426530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1886312683465426530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentines-day-2010.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S3fvMIqL72I/AAAAAAAAADw/kvfVZNMPVqI/s72-c/dog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-8391884110436041686</id><published>2010-01-30T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T03:25:45.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S2QTV5tufOI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vkn8JhHhlyU/s1600-h/thanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432488317506452706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S2QTV5tufOI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vkn8JhHhlyU/s400/thanks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Jets lost on Sunday.......hey, you never know.......maybe next year. My husband shaved off his hair and looks really scary, I have to say. Maybe it's the way I see him now...I don't know. I have signed what I thought was the last of the divorce papers....but my husband has not.....so I understand that it will take a little more time to process. I am filing married, but on my own this year...hoping to get some money back from Uncle Sam:).....I am thinking of going to H&amp;amp;R Block, really don't know what elso to do. Truthfully, I am alittle scared...is that silly, I am 57 years old and my scared days should be behind me. Time to stop thinking I can do it all ....to depend on the Lord and see what will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am meeting my cousin today and having lunch and catching up.....later on I will go to my daughters - babysit and sleep over....those babies are just so lovable.....I smile just thinking about them.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was not home yesterday when I got in from work and he still has not returned. He told me the other night he was fed up and ready to move on with his life. So.....maybe....he is getting a place to move on to ready....I hope so. I am so afraid there will be trouble when he has to go. He has not worked since August and it does not look good out there........but he still will have to leave.....I don't know what's going to happen......There I go again.....forgetting to lean on God and let it be. Everything will work out...the Lord will provide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking around the world at this time...my troubles really look silly and small. I have to thank God for all the blessing He has given me and my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh...I want to get a sofa and love seat with the IRS return.....very excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-8391884110436041686?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8391884110436041686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=8391884110436041686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8391884110436041686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8391884110436041686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2010/01/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/S2QTV5tufOI/AAAAAAAAADo/Vkn8JhHhlyU/s72-c/thanks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-5157991242682599580</id><published>2009-11-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:32:51.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Right Around the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SwgWIrW9cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/VWhumxhkej8/s1600/A510IUDCA8J90F2CANEB5GZCA3MNPH0CA1W0YB2CA3QHMX3CAY34SHPCAXTJ29MCA6AS5AFCAGMSGL7CA1STXVPCA765PJ3CAU051MRCACP6V9VCAVGKO98CA831M33CAWCTI9FCAR6BBIPCAZYTAFUCAUYWX86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406595690992070994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SwgWIrW9cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/VWhumxhkej8/s400/A510IUDCA8J90F2CANEB5GZCA3MNPH0CA1W0YB2CA3QHMX3CAY34SHPCAXTJ29MCA6AS5AFCAGMSGL7CA1STXVPCA765PJ3CAU051MRCACP6V9VCAVGKO98CA831M33CAWCTI9FCAR6BBIPCAZYTAFUCAUYWX86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toys R Us opened up at 7am today......so, while we were having a cup of coffee this morning...iI just came out and asked.......feel like taking me to Toys R Us???? "What for????"......well, my daughter wants the kids to have lots of presents to open....so she requested no money gifts......just wrapped gifts......what do you say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the store at 7:05 and my husband thought the place was closed....it was very quite and not so many cars in the lot.....hummmm...wait.....he saw someone walking around inside....so, I got out of the car....leaving him with the morning paper, coffee...his smokes and the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since I was in the store......grabbed a cart and started walking....really not knowing what to get. My granddaughter loves to play kitchen.....so I got her some pots and pans and serving utensils and a toaster, coffee pot and blender. The little guy loves pirates and dinasors, cars and trains....you know Thomas &amp;amp; Friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I leave with 3 large bags full......my husband just looked at me and said "I thought you said you'd be a hour.......sorry.......but inside I'm smiling....they are going to love everything I got......especially the beginner roller skates!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back home.....I was hungry....so I whipped up a big omelet, toast and we finished off the coffee.......after the dishes I vacummed and changed the bed. It looks like it going to be a lovely day out there......my husband took my mom to bingo....nothing special planned for the day...no babysitting assignments today....just taking it easy......just enjoying the little things...just enjoying the peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are enjoying the weekend and the little blessings from above. I stink at wrapping gifts....but I'll worry about that later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-5157991242682599580?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5157991242682599580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=5157991242682599580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/5157991242682599580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/5157991242682599580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-right-around-corner.html' title='Christmas Right Around the Corner'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SwgWIrW9cVI/AAAAAAAAADg/VWhumxhkej8/s72-c/A510IUDCA8J90F2CANEB5GZCA3MNPH0CA1W0YB2CA3QHMX3CAY34SHPCAXTJ29MCA6AS5AFCAGMSGL7CA1STXVPCA765PJ3CAU051MRCACP6V9VCAVGKO98CA831M33CAWCTI9FCAR6BBIPCAZYTAFUCAUYWX86.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-8811986944568092477</id><published>2009-11-10T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:25:41.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SvlI0eTXCJI/AAAAAAAAADI/KbTBH7fLo3g/s1600-h/maze+of+heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402429294332283026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SvlI0eTXCJI/AAAAAAAAADI/KbTBH7fLo3g/s400/maze+of+heart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was laid off his job about 2 months ago. He had a good run, he was there for about 7 months.....very good. The sad thing is, job opportunities do not look so good now and I don't know when they will be again. I hear it'll be another year til things pick up.....the end of the year is generally a problem anyway......so this is where we're at.....but wait.....my husband just got up and informed me that there is a good chance they are going back to work soon......is he talking in his sleep again? ......if it is true....I'm believing it is......Thank God!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been going back and forth in my mind with the divorce...I want it ....I don't want it.....what's going on here....I feel like I'm a little crazy......am I?? Naturally my husband is not drinking now.....so he is this sweet person......am I falling for that again.....how old am I ...really??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family was here on Sunday...we celebrated my daughter and her husbands birthday....my husband stayed upstairs watching football and we all ate at my mom's downstairs.......my granddaughter came upstairs and told him that she loved him and scribbled little notes saying so......he kept them and showed them to me at the end of the night.....the man was next to tears.....what's going on around here???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am believing that the Lord will make a path in the wilderness and a river in the desert....I just have to stay still and let it be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-8811986944568092477?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8811986944568092477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=8811986944568092477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8811986944568092477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8811986944568092477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-going-on-here.html' title='What&apos;s Going On Here?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SvlI0eTXCJI/AAAAAAAAADI/KbTBH7fLo3g/s72-c/maze+of+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3234945785588064615</id><published>2009-09-06T02:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T02:51:57.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye To Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SqODScuFWTI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ent2171GehA/s1600-h/ALAKMXNCAGGIB9KCA0AH8QRCAGLHUWTCALEPN6ACAVWACLECAIR14JXCAG1UTF7CASX371ECAUBLSR2CAB73NX4CA3X14VPCA81R0MICA37SFWACABFOLIECAVOQH6FCAVLRT8ZCA0H8J9GCARZT2NDCA2KHK8H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378286732980869426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SqODScuFWTI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ent2171GehA/s400/ALAKMXNCAGGIB9KCA0AH8QRCAGLHUWTCALEPN6ACAVWACLECAIR14JXCAG1UTF7CASX371ECAUBLSR2CAB73NX4CA3X14VPCA81R0MICA37SFWACABFOLIECAVOQH6FCAVLRT8ZCA0H8J9GCARZT2NDCA2KHK8H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe this is the last weekend of the summer.....decided to take off Thursday and Friday and make it a long holiday. Thursday I went to my girlfriends house in Bellmore and spent a great afternoon with the other women who became a grandma with me that wonderful summer of 2005!!!! The babies are now 4 years old and so adorable......My daughter could not make it because she is so busy with her blog "I'm Not Obsessed.com" so my grandchildren did not come but I had a wonderful time anyway...we had cheese and crackers.....fresh vegtables and dip....champagne ...... pizza ,salad and for dessert we had fruit..... red velvet cupcakes.and italian pastries.......the kids played in the pool and later my neighbor's daughter came out and drove us home (my friends' husband had drove us out).I am so happy I went!!!......My husband was back from upstate (safe and sound) when I got home that night.....so I slept downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday morning was just as lovely as yesterday..God is just so good......I am so happy with the great weather we are having!!!! My husband could not get up....he was just worn out from his stay at the trailer......I had to babysit the babies that night but I decided I'd spend the day with them too.....and sleep over so I packed a bag and left.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got there my granddaughter announced to her brother that today is our lucky day.....grandma is here.....with gum..... popcorn......bubbles......red velevet cupcakes (I bought extra) and oh yeah....the best....I let them watch all the TV they want!!!!! But first we went into the backyard in pajamas and filled the little pool and water table and began the fun!!!! It was so beautiful back there......I just love watching them playing, running around and hearing them giggle and laugh .....I think I scream more than them......when they splash me!!! My grandson is just staring to talk .....so I don't really know what he is saying....but he always ends his sentence with "Right, Grandma?" and I just nod my head....yes you are right!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got home Saturday and found my husband having a hero and potato salad and a cream soda....after he finished he fell asleep on the couch for 3 hours and I walked the dog and enjoyed the lovely day....what a weekend!!!! The weather is just perfect.........Later he decided to sit on the stoop and drink a few beers and have a smoke........the lawyer told me that the papers will be served very soon.........seems like forever....but I'm hoping it happens after the holiday....... he went to the car trunk for his beer in the cooler (left over from upstate) and then went upstairs to finish the beer he just bought that was in the fridge......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today promises to be just as lovely as the rest of the week was......I am going to my cousins in New Hyde Park for a BBQ.......I have a pork loin I'm bring and I'm heading for Martha's Bakery for some more of them Red Velvet Cupcakes!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am believing that Autumn will be just as lovely .......so enjoy the last weekend of summer ....with family and friends....good company, food.....laugh out loud and have a great time........remember, you have all day tomorrow to rest up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3234945785588064615?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3234945785588064615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3234945785588064615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3234945785588064615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3234945785588064615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-bye-to-summer.html' title='Good Bye To Summer'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SqODScuFWTI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ent2171GehA/s72-c/ALAKMXNCAGGIB9KCA0AH8QRCAGLHUWTCALEPN6ACAVWACLECAIR14JXCAG1UTF7CASX371ECAUBLSR2CAB73NX4CA3X14VPCA81R0MICA37SFWACABFOLIECAVOQH6FCAVLRT8ZCA0H8J9GCARZT2NDCA2KHK8H.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-8904184158357011998</id><published>2009-08-31T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:39:34.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No News Is Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SpuWhjcDUxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nyysn3LHd4A/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376056083389567762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SpuWhjcDUxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nyysn3LHd4A/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was laid off about two weeks ago. This never turns out good......first he feels he deserves the break.....then he feels the union should find him a job right away. I know he looks forward to his unemployment money ......we live with my mother, I work full time, so he does not feel any pressure paying bills......I always took that role. The nagging wife.....wrestling the weekly paycheck from him to pay lifes' bills....nothing special....the usual gas, electric, insurance, car, food, gifts, phone, cable, internet, rent,etc....bills that come along with life. He does not look for the bills....so i guess they don't exist in his world. "What are you doing with all the money I give you???" Oh...just living the high life!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Friday, I went to an office retirement lunch for a c0-worker. I am really going to miss her....she is a very nice woman and a good person to work with. Always helpful and never nasty or uppity (if she knew something you didn't). I work in a Union hall and there are a few people who have to put you and everyone else down to feel good about themselves....I'm thinking they are living with drunks too and don;t know how to cope.....who knows??? Anyway, the luncheon was great ...I ordered the shrimp franchese....love it....came with potatoes and string beans.....we had antipasto, baked clams, fried calamari.....pasta...salad...and cake!!! I ended the meal with a brandy alexander....My dad would always order one when we were out.....it was so good!!! We put Janie in a cab and we all hugged, kissed and cried and promised to get together......you know how that goes......really going to miss her and wishing her joy peace and laughter always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband went upstate on Thursday and I have not heard from or seen him since. This is a small blessing....yet I'm hoping he is ok.....we are getting a divorce but I still don't want any harm to come to him...or for him to harm anyone. I guess I have to go with the idea of no news is good news. I have to remember that the Good Lord watches over us all. That He has a special plan for each of us. Time to stay out of my husbands business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pot of coffee is ready....so I'll have a cup and get ready and get myself off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure to hear from him soon.....have a good day and be safe and hold on to your faith.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-8904184158357011998?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8904184158357011998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=8904184158357011998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8904184158357011998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8904184158357011998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='No News Is Good News'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SpuWhjcDUxI/AAAAAAAAACo/Nyysn3LHd4A/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3176132713287764790</id><published>2009-08-22T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T05:03:56.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/So_ZU_Ujh0I/AAAAAAAAACY/6_Nxfhyh8WY/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372751835094550338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/So_ZU_Ujh0I/AAAAAAAAACY/6_Nxfhyh8WY/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband received the divorce papers in the mail....he was to sign them and reurn them. That was in June....he has not yet opened the envelope. He just keeps telling me that I better stop this crap....I should grow up and that I should be ashamed of myself for how I've been acting and what I've been doing to him........and I think....that's it???....is that all he has to say to me? hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is at his sisters house today....he left yesterday and hopefully he won't be back til tomorrow....The reason he left early (the BBQ is today) is that before I left for work yesterday, I felt I should tell him what I think I would do if I were in his shoes (silly I know butI could not stop myself) so I told him, I think I would use the great alcohol treatment program offered by his union and go away for 30-60-90 days (however long it takes) to show good faith.......the look on his face was that of complete shock....I said the unspeakable....I dared to challenge his beloved drinking....."You got me all wrong" "You don't know what you are talking about" "You should go see a doctor" Shaking his head......"You better just forget about all this"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remind myself that "what is impossible for man ...is possible with God" I believe He always has my best in mind and so I go on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally told the lawyer to send a court server with the papers....they should be here sometime this week. I find myself flip flopping back and forth.....Going to miss the dream of a happily ever after with him........but three is a crowd.......I want to be #1 in my mans' life.....does that sound selfish? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3176132713287764790?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3176132713287764790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3176132713287764790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3176132713287764790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3176132713287764790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-home.html' title='Almost Home'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/So_ZU_Ujh0I/AAAAAAAAACY/6_Nxfhyh8WY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3027159595325965537</id><published>2009-04-16T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:35:52.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Papers Are In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SeewxxtSk4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cXnLg-0bFI0/s1600-h/DIVORCE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325419453592277890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SeewxxtSk4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cXnLg-0bFI0/s400/DIVORCE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the lawyers in August of 2008. My husband got so drunk upstate that he locked me out of our trailer around 11pm after a argument. I sat in the car for over a hour thinking what to do.....finally i went to my cousins trailer and asked them to please open my trailer.....by luck the keys to our trailers are identical....whats the chance of that? He was in a deep sleep,,...not hearing me knock and knock and call his name..... How did this go on for 18 years? 18...i loved that number once....to be 18....young...free...the world at your feet......18 years living in a maze of madness. I know i'm smarter than that...i know I'm worth more than that.....what took me so long?Just going to the lawyers did not do the trick....no.....I had to think about it.....I had to go to Florida one more time for a week with my husband and this time with his brother and wife....nice people......but not such a nice time.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was trying once again to relax and enjoy himself......just could not get the hang of it.....pretty easy stuff...relax and enjoy....so easy. Not for my husband...he is always in a struggle to free himself from himself.....it's very sad to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We open up the trailer on May 1.......I just can't do it.......just can't do it...no way...no how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, after that trip i decided to file the papers.....very scared...very nervous......but I'm almost 60 years old....come on now...get up and help yourself!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mailed the papers to the lawyer on Easter Monday........what a relief......the weight of the world lifted from my shoulders....i look at my husband and wonder ....what spell was over me....why did i take this abuse for so long.......why ask why???....the papers are in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told him but I really don't think he belives me.......I've been threatening him for 15 years now...crying wolf for a very long time......but the papers have been received..I got confirmation.....just a matter of time......I'm babysitting this weekend ........ I just can't stop smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3027159595325965537?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3027159595325965537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3027159595325965537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3027159595325965537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3027159595325965537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2009/04/papers-are-in.html' title='The Papers Are In'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SeewxxtSk4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/cXnLg-0bFI0/s72-c/DIVORCE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-4307808714404670153</id><published>2008-11-25T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:03:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready for Turkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SSvN7FAgkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/794dYNqE2vo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272534203607585090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SSvN7FAgkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/794dYNqE2vo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husbands' dad is in rehab recovering from his surgery. They had to remove a part of his leg and now he is learning to balance and get strong enough for a leg fitting and go home. This is going to take some time....how long we do not know.  My mother in law is alone in Florida...her family are all in New York. So my husband thought we should go down for Thanksgiving Day. I have never missed a Thanksgiving Day with my family since I can remember. So I think this year is a cornerstone of some kind. We leave Thursday 6 am from JFK and come home Saturday night around midnight. Doris made reservations for a nice turkey lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband has two modes....drinking or sick because he is not drinking...neither is a treat or pretty sight  but I'll take sick everytime. Anyway he has  been sick and quiet for about 6-8 weeks and then they went and made him foreman on the job...a job better handled by his partner ..but it was his turn and.for some reason this put him into a tizzy.....plus they had to work all weekend, very long hours, I know its really hard work not alot of fun. But why should this make a grown man run after his tail, talk blabber  and end up wanting to chew on his own leg? Believe me, I wish I was dreaming....it scares me to death. In fact this always sends me running into the basement for retreat....like I was under a nuclear attack . I have a T.V., love seat, water and there is also a bed and bathroom. Our dog is so cute, she comes running after me as fast as her feet can take her....she jumps on the love seat, spins around, settles down and lets out a big sigh of relief. I hear you doggy girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feeling about this trip...I'm hoping that my husband will be sick at least for his parents. He is crazy about his family....mom, dad, his sister and brother and their children. The good part is we are staying with his mom. Whatever, I know the routine.....don't dread a day....just let it be ...know that our time is in His hands and before you know it, we'll be back home. George is a remarkable man...when he was counted out many years ago...he got up again.....and now we are all praying that  he does it again. My money is on Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So please get out the tablecloth, dishes and  set that table ... pass the cranberry sauce, stuffing and sweet pototoes.... enjoy the day, enjoy your family,enjoy that turkey!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Pumpkin Pie and Thanksgiving Day:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-4307808714404670153?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4307808714404670153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=4307808714404670153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4307808714404670153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4307808714404670153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-ready-for-turkey.html' title='Getting Ready for Turkey'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SSvN7FAgkUI/AAAAAAAAACA/794dYNqE2vo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-5285513128221390868</id><published>2008-11-10T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:48:29.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is a Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SRgRaCR1NsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I73uDkn6DLs/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266978903195727554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SRgRaCR1NsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I73uDkn6DLs/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is my daughters 31 birthday. It is also her husbands'32 birthday. My mother and I treated them and their two children to a birthday dinner......and since my sisters birthday is November 19...we treated her and her daughter too. We had a wonderful time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband is coming home tonight. He went to Florida on Saturday morning with his sister and her son. My father-in-law is in the hospital. The doctors had informed him...they would have to take part of his leg.....so he decided to stop the medicine and stick with the pain killer only.......he always gets his way. My mother-in-law was so upset, she called her daughter and then susan called my husband and off they went. It worked.....their dad went back on the medicine...but then he went into cardiac arrest.....now he is on a respirator....and we are all praying that he gets strong enough for the surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don''t know what will happen now......we are all planning a 80th birthday party for George in June.....we are all going down the week of his birthday and staying for one week in a time share by the beach in Indian Rocks, Florida...three families....three time shares...a beautiful place to be..i'm counting on George....he's come through before and with Gods' grace he will come through this too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate the Birthdays in your life...all of them.....don't miss a party....don't pass up a piece of cake....buy a gift.......make a wish.......Happy Birthday to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-5285513128221390868?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/5285513128221390868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=5285513128221390868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/5285513128221390868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/5285513128221390868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2008/11/everyday-is-birthday.html' title='Everyday is a Birthday'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SRgRaCR1NsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/I73uDkn6DLs/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3864364252458520160</id><published>2008-07-12T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T03:24:35.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The More The Merrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SHiFsUQihiI/AAAAAAAAABY/8zF1VzE7zD4/s1600-h/pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222070764334908962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SHiFsUQihiI/AAAAAAAAABY/8zF1VzE7zD4/s400/pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are going to my husbands neices graduation party today. For some strange reason, my husband thinks it's o.k. for him to invite our friends to his sister's house when he feels like it. His sister and her husband have 3 children - the oldest one is graduating high school this year. They have a lovely home in Lake Grove with a pool, hot tub , sun room and lots of backyard area. But it is not my husbands house. He asked his sister to invite 5 couples that we know to this party. His sister does not seem to mind....so what ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband has been trying to get these people to his sisters house to see the pool and backyard for about 6 years now. Luckily today is going to be a lovely day to be outside. There will be music, entertainment, lots of food and drink, good people and with Gods blessing we will have a wonderful time. Let me tell you my husband is one happy man today. Oh yeah! Thank God his mother is here from Florida for the party.....she will make sure he lets me drive home tonight, without a fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3864364252458520160?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3864364252458520160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3864364252458520160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3864364252458520160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3864364252458520160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-merrier.html' title='The More The Merrier'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SHiFsUQihiI/AAAAAAAAABY/8zF1VzE7zD4/s72-c/pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-4661763681372350347</id><published>2008-06-05T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:46:51.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SEe9S8nIY6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qmA7fWZ0NsE/s1600-h/joey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208339627282817954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SEe9S8nIY6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qmA7fWZ0NsE/s400/joey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been 6 weeks since my friend and neighbor's son died in his sleep. He was 31....quite, gentle man with a pretty face. He played with my daughter growing up and was in her class since the 2nd grade. What a smile he had....lite up a room. When he was excited about something..hearing him talk you got excited too...Then when he was 16 he was in a elevator accident and he underwent countless operations on his leg. He was never the same....always in pain....not complaining.....keeping on. I think the other person who suffered as much as him is his mom....seeing her baby boy going through all that day after day...year after year. I think he got his strenght from her...she was a powerhouse.....she's lost some wind since his death...she seems to have gotten smaller.... I still don't know what to say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was walking my dog early on saturday morning....my husband was opening up the trailer upstate that weekend.......he hasn't had a sober day since he got back.......I was walking back home with my dog when my other neighbor said to me...do you know....do you know what happened?...What? He didn't not get up ...they could not wake him up.....who?...i thought he was talking about my friends husband...oh no..... not the husband... the son.....the son...my mind went into a whirl...this just could not be happening.....don't care about the reasons....don't care about the circumstance...don't care...not again...no way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was true ....he did not get up....too many are missing him...trying to get through...his dad, sister, his nephew and brother in law and all the friends and family....all the lucky ones who knew and loved him....I won't be seeing him getting into his ever eternal new car, smiling and giving me a wave til tomorrow...rest in peace Joey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-4661763681372350347?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4661763681372350347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=4661763681372350347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4661763681372350347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4661763681372350347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2008/06/joey.html' title='Joey'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/SEe9S8nIY6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/qmA7fWZ0NsE/s72-c/joey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3456345960336822027</id><published>2008-03-07T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T03:24:52.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Gods  Perfect Timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/R9Eiee7DDzI/AAAAAAAAABI/QyEBxobheP0/s1600-h/egg+timer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174955353917558578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/R9Eiee7DDzI/AAAAAAAAABI/QyEBxobheP0/s400/egg+timer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been almost a year since I have left a post. I think I was more tired than I even knew. We had a very nice summer, going upstate to our trailer on the weekends. The trip up on Friday nights were not so nice, my husband was drunk and raving about the traffic and anything else he could think of. I would go right to sleep once we got to the trailer. But to wake up in the mountains....I recommend it to you all...it's so lovely to hear and see and smell. Sitting under the stars at night around a camp fire does a soul good. I got in alot of praying up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;             Something has happened to my husband....he stopped drinking during the week....really all week...he has a beer or two in company (o.k. maybe six on Super Bowl Sunday) "What about them Giants!!" My husband kept saying this is great...if only it were the Jets...happy for New York! We had a party ...serious Giants fans...my nephew came with the Giant red, white and blue logo painted on his face..lots of fun. Anyway, he does not drink at home anymore. Can't believe it still......now he has a cupboard full of vitamins and herbal teas. Uses every cup in the house....won't use a cup twice! He has been going to the dentist and getting his gum bone lose built up or something...he is very dedicated to this procedure..I just look at him...who is this guy? He came with me to our annual check up..ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           I'm doing my best to enjoy this new chapter in my life fearlessly,  for as long as it lasts. We have two wonderful grandkids...they are in Disney right now...my granddaughter who is two went to the Bippy Boppy Boo Beauty Salon and got made up like Cinderella....hope there are alot of pictures!!  Really looking forward to Spring and the time change... a lot more day to enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          Wishing you all His perfect timing, peace and happy days.  Even tho God is never early...He is never late either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3456345960336822027?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3456345960336822027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3456345960336822027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3456345960336822027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3456345960336822027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-gods-perfect-timing.html' title='In Gods  Perfect Timing'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/R9Eiee7DDzI/AAAAAAAAABI/QyEBxobheP0/s72-c/egg+timer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-1311262187428328124</id><published>2007-04-21T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T04:12:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Love Notes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RinqhRDn8MI/AAAAAAAAABA/IRfJor01Zx4/s1600-h/l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055829913935278274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RinqhRDn8MI/AAAAAAAAABA/IRfJor01Zx4/s400/l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up hearing the birds chirping away this morning - love it! Something's going on around here - I think it's summer floating in. Nothing against winter - I know it has its reason and its job - and it does it well - but I like the warmer seasons. Those tulips are pushing their way up in our front garden - I smile at them everytime I leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is upstate til tomorrow, opening and I hope cleaning up our camper - the camping resort will officially be open May 1 - it closes October - Columbus Day weekend. Our neighbors the Chipmunks move in during the winter - they sure are cute - but a messy couple - you would not belive the empty acorn shells we find - bet you thought I was going to say empty beer cans! (chipmunks don't drink) I'm the one finding empties - when I least expect it - opening the BBQ grill lid to cook some burgers - cleaning out the bathroom cabinet under the sink - oh, looky here -  searching for a can of peas in the pantry - I just don't get it. When I'm in a good mood I just pretend they are the love notes he would write me if he could. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going for dinner tonite at my sisters - she wanted to make lamb stew (a new recipe for her) my cousin convinced her to make something tried and true like a roasted chicken - let's see what happens. I'm going to bring some Greek pastries - I don't care what she cooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just heard that the temperture is going up to 72 today - a good day to spend at the park with my dog - it's been a long winter for her too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-1311262187428328124?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/1311262187428328124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=1311262187428328124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1311262187428328124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/1311262187428328124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-love-notes.html' title='Summer Love Notes'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RinqhRDn8MI/AAAAAAAAABA/IRfJor01Zx4/s72-c/l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3943981507719417248</id><published>2007-04-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T03:15:46.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute By Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RidA_hDn8LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gcrkbmjHPgQ/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055080566696177842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RidA_hDn8LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gcrkbmjHPgQ/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter was admitted to hospital on Monday. She is having a baby July 25 - we know it is a boy - they already have a baby girl - she'll be two in June. My daughter was told to stay in bed - that's hard to do with a toddler running around. We all help as much as we can - stuff just happens. We are hoping that she can go home Saturday - she promises to stay put!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is getting ready to go upstate Friday morning with 2 friends. We have a trailer in a camp resort and opening season is in 2 weeks. He will be going up to clean up - chipmunks always find their way in the trailer and they leave a mess behind - all those acorns!!!! He will be putting the battery in place and testing the bathroom etc... I'm looking forward to a nice, peaceful weekend...what I don't see and hear - won't bother me. He looks forward to this weekend like a child going to Disney World. I just heard the weather will be good - that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show off my toes and wear sandals....take my granddaughter to the pool and get some ice cream and just watch her make a mess...but for now I have to get back to work ..I took two days off to be with my daughter at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to stop being scared and remind myself (often) that the Lord gives us all we need, to do all we have to do. I am fully equipped - so are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3943981507719417248?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3943981507719417248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3943981507719417248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3943981507719417248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3943981507719417248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/minute-by-minute.html' title='Minute By Minute'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RidA_hDn8LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gcrkbmjHPgQ/s72-c/clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-4499526714419645592</id><published>2007-04-18T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T05:34:02.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are No Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RiYPLwE6SrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7ZBnyS6otSk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054744326328437426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RiYPLwE6SrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7ZBnyS6otSk/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's early morning and I'm listening to CNN report on the campus shootings. What a tragedy..what a heartbreak...what a shame. I'm trying to understand...I don't think I ever will. He must have been a real lost soul. He must have been so very sick. The poor families ....a loss of a child..who can bear it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when my daughter was away at college...the phone rang very early in the morning and I knew...something was wrong....I jumped out of bed..it was my daughter, I could bearly understand her, she was crying, sobbing and talking - my mind exploded. Finally I heard her say that Chad had killed himself. Chad was one of her 5 roommates - they rented a house off campus. He drove to Bear Mountain and jumped. But first he called out to a couple walking and they witnessed his fall. The park was closed and there was only one car left in parking lot - it was registered to Chad's dad. That is how he found out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my daughter to come home and bring Jennifer with her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the wake myself, my daughter, Jennifer and her mom. So many young people crying and trying to comfort each other - I'll never forget it. My prayers are for the families that have been touched by the Virginia campus murders. I guess that's all of us. I pray they soon receive the love and peace the Lord is offering. I wish it had never happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-4499526714419645592?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4499526714419645592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=4499526714419645592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4499526714419645592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4499526714419645592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2007/04/there-are-no-words.html' title='There Are No Words'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RiYPLwE6SrI/AAAAAAAAAAo/7ZBnyS6otSk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-6700716850446611315</id><published>2007-01-01T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T06:05:08.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly...2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RZ5bDaQDq-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3lDM3xnTCRo/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RZ5bDaQDq-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3lDM3xnTCRo/s320/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016547149081717730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't go out on New Years' Eve. I like being home - so I invite my sister, neice and my daughter and her family to come over. My mom goes to her senior club New Years Eve Party at noon - she gets back at 5pm. My husband watched the Jets win and really, he just kept on watching football all day - was so happy with the win he actually took a nap - thank you Lord...Twilight Zone was having a marathon - I never tire of watching that show. Everyone got here around 6 and though we planned to order Italian , the place I like was closed - so it was Chinese for the night. We ordered way too much food - but we did our best...I found a bottle of Moet in the basement and thought ... it's now or never. We kissed 2006 goodbye and we welcomed in the New Year 2007!!! I have to tell you I will not miss 2006 - it was a hard year - hard on the heart..I have to remind myself that I  am very blest - surrounded by the people I love and who love me. In July I will be welcoming a new grandchild .....priceless. I wish you all a wonderful New Year with the ones you love and who love you. We are  having company on New Year Day - expecting around 18 people - the food is cooked - the table set - the Honeymooners are on - blest to be around friends I love and who love me - I wish this for you too. Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-6700716850446611315?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6700716850446611315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=6700716850446611315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/6700716850446611315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/6700716850446611315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2007/01/suddenly2007.html' title='Suddenly...2007'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RZ5bDaQDq-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/3lDM3xnTCRo/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-8323775427448966818</id><published>2006-12-09T03:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T07:35:53.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love One Another Right Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RXrXvtlaz2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uKMzMbNFNn8/s1600-h/hear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RXrXvtlaz2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uKMzMbNFNn8/s320/hear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006551150466092898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends 27 year old daughter did not wake up on Monday November 20, 2006. A world turned up side down. She was a wife and mother of two. She had grown up with my daughter on the same block with other children. What fun we had!! They would sleep over each other homes. I was friends with the other 3  moms and we always worked things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their kids were safe with me and my daughter was safe with them. They were 6 girls and 1 boy in all. In the summer we would sit on the stoop and talk the night away as they played and made alot of noise - they made music, really. Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parades - The Ice Capades - Trips into the city - look at the tree and light candles at St Patricks, birthday parties , bbq's , days at the beach .... The summer of 2005,  four of them had babies from the end of May through the end of July - 3 girls and 1 boy (the boy had the boy!!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granddaughter was born that June. New babies - new moms and new grandmoms - so much joy!! Four baby showers, four christenings - the plans we made!! Then Monday November 20 my daughter called me, telling me that they could not wake her up - her sister had called to tell my daughter they could not wake her up. They could not wake her up...my dear friend is unconsolable ...I wish I had some words of wisdom but I was speechless - and I still am.... Broken hearts and so many tears all around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Lord has a good plan for us all, but I only have my small human brain and mind to make sense of it - its hard, much too hard right now...so hard it hurts to think.... Tell someone you love them - do it today and tomorrow and everyday, when ever you remember-- and please forgive your sister, your parents, neighbor, the drunk in your life, your kids, your boss, the fool on the train or on the road., at the grocer.... that's all I have to say.  God bless you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-8323775427448966818?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8323775427448966818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=8323775427448966818' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8323775427448966818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8323775427448966818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/12/love-one-another-right-now.html' title='Love One Another Right Now'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/RXrXvtlaz2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uKMzMbNFNn8/s72-c/hear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-3308969412783285847</id><published>2006-11-20T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:35:51.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give Me A Touchdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/609568/foo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/320/808323/foo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and her husband came over Sunday to watch the Jets and spend the day. My husband was feeling a little low - working all week and then getting into the car accident. He was pretty quite. He told them what had happened to him , and that he was glad he  went to work anyway. I just kept remembering that he came home sober Saturday night - small wonder. We had a light lunch ,  then my cousin and I went to Star Bucks - she had a $15.00 gift coupon - so I got the Peppermint Hot Chocolate and she had the Cappuchino. The hot chocolate tasted like the peppermint chocolate bark that I love - it was great! She had some money left on the gift card - so she bought a small bag of Christmas Blend Coffee and then we walked around the avenue checking out the small shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back - we found that the Jets were losing (bad) - the mug, the sweatshirt, train set, rug, scarf, hat  - all for nothing. My cousin went into a cheer - Give me a J Give me a E give me a T give me a S - JETS JETS JETS -!! She got a smile from both of them but....then it was over - When are we going to eat??? An hour later we were eating Talapia with peppers, onions and olives, roasted sweet and white potatoes, pork loin and spinach - I told my mom to come up and eat with us - there was plenty - it was all ready - just had to be heated - I cook and clean up very early in the morning when I have company. My cousin bought over some Jet ice cream - I never saw that before - and a pecan pie. Thank you Lord for the friends, family and food. We had a great day - maybe the Jets will do it next week - hey - you never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-3308969412783285847?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/3308969412783285847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=3308969412783285847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3308969412783285847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/3308969412783285847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/give-me-touchdown.html' title='Give Me A Touchdown'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-8486248796753797738</id><published>2006-11-19T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T05:11:14.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Sign Up AHead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/689185/cg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/320/63490/cg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time waking my husband up for work Saturday. He was so late he had to take a cab into the city. When he left I had my coffee and started a grocery list - I was making chicken franchese today - I have 3 Rachael Ray cookbooks - they are very simple and once you have seen her do the recipe - its easy!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I got a phone call from my husbands partner, asking for him - I told him - he left two hours ago in a cab - no one had seen him. My mind went into a spin - where could he be? What happened? I had to get out, so I got dressed and took the dog for a walk and to get some air. Wondering what if this, what if that...where was he? I called his partner when I got back - no sign of him yet - he told me he was sorry he called me and not to worry.  I just asked the Lord to cover him wherever he was - I tried not to over-react and act like a fool, but it was hard - it was still only 9AM - long day ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes later the dog went running to front door -  too early for the mail - it just had to be my husband. He called up my name as he climbed the stairs - telling me the cab he was in,  was hit by a car running the stop sign. He forgot his phone home and could not call or get another cab - they all wanted to go into the city - so he walked home. I asked him if he wanted to go to the hospital - he called his partner - took the car and drove into work. I talked myself into going grocery shopping - wandered around the store - picking up only the things I had written (thank goodness I made a list). Came home and staring cooking - what a mess I made - but it was done. I cleaned up and realized my knees were shaking and my head was throbbing - I needed a nap. My husband got in after 6pm - He said he was o.k., just tired so we had dinner and he went to sleep - there was the original series Star Trek marathon on - God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-8486248796753797738?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/8486248796753797738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=8486248796753797738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8486248796753797738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/8486248796753797738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop-sign-up-ahead.html' title='Stop Sign Up AHead'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-770676985443833130</id><published>2006-11-18T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:35:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Listening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/402961/hhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/320/828342/hhj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember making fun of my mothers' aunt - she was always going to see or calling the doctor. My mother would tell me - you think you won't get old? Have patience with her. So I would listen to her recounts of pills, check-up, conditions, real or imagined - moving the phone from ear to ear - making an occasional comment. She died about 20 years ago - and here I am - leaving work early to go check my chance of being anemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They just took some blood - I'll find out in a few days. Funny, but I remember when you only had to go to one doctor for what ever ailed you. Not anymore - doctor for this - doctor for that -so....I've decided to be healthy - mind over matter - let's see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I celebrated my sisters' birthday last night with my 2 cousins - we went to an Italian place called Forno something on Ditmars and 44th. We had a glass of wine , a salad ,  individual pizzas and shared it all . This is the last birthday for the year - we start again in May. The place was packed - only 3 waitresses - those ladies worked very hard. We finished the night off with a slice of grandmas cake - we each got a taste - it was pretty good. I really liked the ham and pineapple pizza - I never had it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-770676985443833130?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/770676985443833130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=770676985443833130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/770676985443833130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/770676985443833130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/yes-im-listening.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Listening'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-6074272515391767609</id><published>2006-11-17T01:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T05:16:09.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What No Dip?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/362853/hhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5915/4378/320/786563/hhj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like someone had a party last night. The usual empty beer cans in the sink - besides the empty assortment of potato chip bags (the $.50 ones) - empty wrappers of drakes apple cakes, oreos - a half empty glass of milk - oh and a empty pack of smokes and a new one open - the wrapper on the floor along with the salt shaker. The t.v. still going on mute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband ate the meatloaf and potatos - not his peas and carrots. Now I know why the dog did not sleep with me - my husband likes to decorate the floor when he eats - so that baby girl joined the party! I cleaned up while I waited for the coffee to brew. I wake him up after I've been up a hour - had my coffee and made our lunches. He woke up early and found me on the computer - he kept telling me to tell you all the truth - I tried explaining that I'm writing about my world - he is the back drop - you know, like scenery - he did not like that - he thought he was the star. I told him my daughter could set him up with his very  own blog , so he can tell his side - maybe one day - right now he is too tired, too busy. I like the man I talk to in the morning, he makes me smile - it's the night time husband I have a problem understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-6074272515391767609?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/6074272515391767609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=6074272515391767609' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/6074272515391767609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/6074272515391767609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-no-dip.html' title='What No Dip?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-2032159107857749568</id><published>2006-11-16T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:45:30.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish I Had Your Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/jk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/320/jk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss not walking to work in the morning. But I really can't do it when I do the  early shift. I promised myself I would walk during lunch - but then I get to talking and the hour just zips by. So I ate 3 slices of the  grandmas pizza we ordered together and yapped away. I'm not too happy with my hair these days. It's curly and this weather is not helping any. I try using the hot comb at work but it just keeps curling up - all my life people telling me how lucky I am to have curly hair-blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up during the California Girl time was torture!! Everyone walking around with long, flowing straight hair - and I had the poodle look - never  a good look for a 14 year old.  When I was having my daughter I prayed for her to have straight hair - she's got lovely hair - thank God. I could not eat dinner when I got home - too much pizza. My mom left for Bingo and I just relaxed and watch some Criminal Intent Law and Order. My husband got in around 6:30pm - very good for a payday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-2032159107857749568?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/2032159107857749568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=2032159107857749568' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/2032159107857749568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/2032159107857749568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/wish-i-had-your-hair.html' title='Wish I Had Your Hair'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-4066707416796160042</id><published>2006-11-15T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T06:35:59.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial a Mattress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/fff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/320/fff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off yesterday and spent the day with my daughter and granddaughter. I still have 9 more vacations days to take - I'm thinking of taking a week off in December. We tried to see some blinds at Blinds To Go. - We had to sign in and wait - there was only 1 salesperson and a women stapling papers behind the reception/checkout area. The baby was not into waiting around in her stroller. So after 15 minutes we left - they need a new system or more salespersons or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we had a little lunch, I went home - my mother wanted me to order her a new mattress. When I got home, I called 1-800-mattres and ordered her a full size middle firm,with a pillow top mattress. They said they would delivery between 6 and 10pm. My mom was not too happy. The door bell rings when it feels like it, so she had to stay in the living room to see the truck when it got here. At 8:30 she called for me - they were here - in about 10 minutes - they took the old mattress and brought in the new one. My mother was very happy and so was I. That night my husband asked why I went to work so early - do I have a boyfriend? Like I have the energy for a boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-4066707416796160042?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/4066707416796160042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=4066707416796160042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4066707416796160042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/4066707416796160042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/dial-mattress.html' title='Dial a Mattress'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-241209886083835455</id><published>2006-11-14T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:13:30.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If It Crawls Like A Snake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/320/j.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband left for work early yesterday - he had said they were working 10 hours - 6 days starting soon - so I figured they were starting.  I had to be in early too, the morning woman was off for the week.  So I left for work about 45 minutes after my husband.  When I got to the train stationI noticed a man climbing the stairs in front of me looking alot like my husband.  So I called his name - he turned around - said I scared him to death - I asked him where has he been??  The bank......I know the bank is a station away and he could have caught the train there......then I rememebred "Ask me no questions...I'll tell you no lies".  I just walked onto the train, not looking back, trying not to look at anyone on the train. Let go and let God.  I don't get it... but I know the One who does get it and maybe it's better that way.  Thankfully, the day at work was busy and we had a couple of laughs....and I got to leave early....I'll be going home early all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-241209886083835455?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/241209886083835455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=241209886083835455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/241209886083835455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/241209886083835455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-it-crawls-like-snake.html' title='If It Crawls Like A Snake'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116341125635397876</id><published>2006-11-13T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T04:14:29.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmothers - The More The Merrier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/1600/jl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5915/4378/320/jl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be at the Baby Shower by 12 Noon.... My mother and I picked up my girlfriend and then we went for my daughter. The shower was at Mim's in Sysosset, about an hour away...it was a very nice place....they served a brunch....had a mimosa (or 2) and went for the french toast, bacon and home fries - twice. I had a good time..talking with friends and kissing and waving to all. Baby showers are not the most exciting ...tho, I like the clothes...so small...so cute....so lovable....and those bibs..adorable!   We are a very noisey group - we had to be told to settle down at least once. Careful...calling the shower police...it started to rain while we had the coffee and cake - they also had a big bowl of mixed, fresh, cut-up fruit. So we said our goodbyes....got our favor and chocolate lollipop...my daughter drove us home - thank goodness..I don't like driving in the rain. Back home - safe and sound. My husbands' friend had come over to watch Jets' game with him - I just missed him. It's going to be a great new year with all the new babies on their way - because, with every new baby, a new grandma is born - I'm going to have company! Ahhh...sweet Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116341125635397876?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116341125635397876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116341125635397876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116341125635397876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116341125635397876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/grandmothers-more-merrier.html' title='Grandmothers - The More The Merrier'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116333571191490600</id><published>2006-11-12T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:20.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Aunt At Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/aunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/aunt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband had to work o.t. today...So my niece and I spent a nice day together. We took my mom to Bingo and then went over to Ditmars Blvd (shopping strip). I picked up some things from the drug store and we went to the hair salon. I got my hair cut and blown out. After that we went over to Mandees and another small boutique then we stopped and got a slice of pizza and a coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really is so beautiful and almost grown up. I can't believe it..I thought I would never be an aunt...my sister did not have her until she was 40 years old.....I was so happy the day my niece was born. A daughter, a niece and a granddaughter....God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night my husband and I met another couple at a Italian place called Manetta's in L.I.C. The 3 of them got the filet mignon and I got the mahi mahi.  They have known my husband since childhood and they love him, so the night was very good and a lot of fun. I had a cosmo and ended the night with a great flourless chocolate torte and raspberry sorbet for dessert and tea. Everybody liked my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116333571191490600?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116333571191490600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116333571191490600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116333571191490600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116333571191490600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/aunt-at-last.html' title='An Aunt At Last'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116324189447874943</id><published>2006-11-11T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:19.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I'm 29...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/ff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my daughter's birthday - she is 29...could it be?? I spent the day with her and my granddaughter. We went to Costco and I bought an i-pod..she said it was a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea they cost so much- anyway after lunch on the way home we were flagged by some young cops. They were checking everyones' car inspection - which I found out that my daughter's expired 2 weeks ago. Her father in law is a retired dectective from the Bronx and the young cop saw his medal in the window and asked her about it - he made her promise to get the car inspected right away...and she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the car was being inspected we went over to Carvel and had some ice cream...it was a really lovely afternoon. When we got to her house, she downloaded some music and 2 books into my new i-pod...I can't wait to use it. Later that night around 7:30 my neice came by to sleep over. We watched SpongeBob Square Pants marathon..the movie was on..i got to love this character from watching him with her while she was growing up - she's 13 now. Boy, the years are just zooming by...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116324189447874943?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116324189447874943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116324189447874943' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116324189447874943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116324189447874943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/but-im-29.html' title='But I&apos;m 29...'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116315095666753456</id><published>2006-11-10T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:19.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Me Guess..Is He ...or Isn't He..?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/wondering.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/wondering.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all this time, I still don't know if my husband is drunk in the morning. I wake him for work thinking he will be sober....but sometimes, I just don't know. Like yesterday, he sounded drunk, not so much his voice but his conversation... it wasn't making sense. Rambling on about people wearing i-pods on the train and on the street in the city...I guess they are not giving him enough attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because I want to buy a i-pod so I won't have to be subjected to his ranting and raving...better hold off a while. I think I'll ask for it in my Kris Kringle at work....oh what a surprise!!!! At work we had danish, chocolate cake and bagels . The people that had won the world series chipped in some money and we treated the office....I don't eat like that at home...but I enjoy it at work. I got home and could not eat another thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was not home and he did not get home til 8PM. ..No time wasted guessing if he was drunk. Thank you Lord for not giving us more than we can handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116315095666753456?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116315095666753456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116315095666753456' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116315095666753456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116315095666753456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/let-me-guessis-he-or-isnt-he.html' title='Let Me Guess..Is He ...or Isn&apos;t He..?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116306823461865754</id><published>2006-11-09T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:19.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Call Me Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/yawm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/yawm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found my husband work bag and boom box in the hall in the morning- means only one thing - he got laid off. So I just left for work and let him sleep. At work I found out the problem was with the bond company - so they had to let 10 men go. Later that day, things were settled and they called my husband back for tomorrow. I called the doctor and had some good news - the tests came back good - my morning walk is working (and the oatmeal doesn't hurt either). Only thing = I am borderline anemic - so I go see another doctor next week - what a drag it is getting old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a meeting last night ..lots of people at work...lots of people running for just a few positions. I got home and my mom told me my husband left for this meeting already - oh boy - talked to my daughter a while and got ready for bed. I wonder if being anemic is making sleep so many hours?? I just thought I was depressed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116306823461865754?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116306823461865754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116306823461865754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116306823461865754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116306823461865754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-call-me-sleepy.html' title='Just Call Me Sleepy'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116297878283515066</id><published>2006-11-08T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:18.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Makes You Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/pic.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/pic.0.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt better yesterday. I think my head cold is on its way out. We have a big mailing at work - being an election year - there are alot of candidates for different positions bringing envelopes to be addressed. Our membership is 7500 - we all take turns working the address machine. This brings out the best in some of us = the worst in others. I'm doing more work than you - she just doesn't want to help = he thinks he is the boss etc. etc.... Everyday it seems someone is bothered by someone or something - just like at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be doing this for at least another 2 weeks. Not for charity either - that's what I don't understand. We are doing this extra work during work hours, getting paid and people still find something to complain about! But I leave these people at 4:30 - so they really don';t bother me - and the money will come in handy for Christmas. They're are funny - amusing - I'm going to write a book about them someday. My husband found his way home after 8pm - not a good thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116297878283515066?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116297878283515066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116297878283515066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116297878283515066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116297878283515066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/makes-you-wonder.html' title='Makes You Wonder'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116289426727362910</id><published>2006-11-07T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:18.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor Will See You (Finally)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/doc.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/doc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays sure do come around fast around here. I don't like getting dressed in the winter time- heavy colors - heavy pieces - weigh me down. I found that I don't need so much clothing becasue I work up a small sweat when I walk in the morning. I had a doctors appointment at 3:30 so I left work at 2:45 - I finally got to see the doctor at 5:15 - the only good thing about that was I got to see Kristy Ally in a bikini on Oprah!!! - She looked great! - I just kept smiling through the whole interview. I found out Kristy is a year older and Oprah is a year younger than me. Not too bad....people are looking better longer ...that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the doctor took some blood , going to run some tests - lungs good, heart sounds good....my pressure was 120/90 he said the bottom was too high. So now I have to take pills - the lowest dose and we'll see what happens. I informed him I'm a new grandmom so what ever it takes, I'm sticking around for the fun!! When I got home it was after 6pm My mom was getting ready for Bingo and I found out my husband wasn't home yet - oh boy.. So I brought up his dinner, walked the dog and found my way to basement to watch some Law and Order- Criminal Intent. Can't wait to see that baby girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116289426727362910?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116289426727362910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116289426727362910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116289426727362910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116289426727362910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/doctor-will-see-you-finally.html' title='The Doctor Will See You (Finally)'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116280357099648635</id><published>2006-11-06T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:18.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/ddd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday has come to represent football in this house. So, out came the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jets&lt;/span&gt; rug, the jets scarf, train set - getting ready. I just recently found out that you can get beer earlier on Sundays - not a good thing, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother belongs to a social club and on Sundays they are open to members and family. My husband found out they serve beer as early as 10am. So off he goes - taking the dog out - and he does not get home until 1pm - kickoff time. This gives me enough time to get the house in order and settle downstairs before he gets back. Each time he leaves (half time or before a new game) he comes back with just a few beers (his words) - no food - just beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were small - after we had a family lunch, Sunday meant a car ride with my parents to anywhere and everywhere - we'd stop and walk around - get something to eat. My sister and I would make up a game to play to pass time in car or just listen to the car radio - WABC - asking my dad to please make the sound higher. It was a nice time - when I remember those times - they comfort me. Thank you Lord for my gentle childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116280357099648635?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116280357099648635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116280357099648635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116280357099648635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116280357099648635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/sunday-drive.html' title='Sunday Drive'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116273820413395244</id><published>2006-11-05T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:18.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who's 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband took my mom to her 9am eye doctor appointment. We had to get ready early because my daughter was giving her husband a surprise 30th Birthday Family Lunch at an Italian Cafe. It started at 11:45 - Had to pick up the balloons first - only I did not place an order - so I had to wait til someone had time to help me. My husband came into the store - he was wondering what the hold up was - he was double parked on Steinway - that is never good. Finally we are on our way - running late - we should have been there already. Everyone was enjoying the salad when we got there - it was good to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son-in-law was really surprized!! Settlling down, we enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. The food was delicious and the cake was a whipped cream napoleon - wow!! My daughter  also planned a night surprise birthday party for their close friends at a Tavern at 8pm. So we went home and I laid down for a while - got up and went to babysit my granddaughter. What a day - she went to sleep right away and so did I. They finally came in after 12 and I drove home - fell into bed - glad to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116273820413395244?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116273820413395244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116273820413395244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116273820413395244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116273820413395244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/look-whos-30.html' title='Look who&apos;s 30!'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116263497180257347</id><published>2006-11-04T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:18.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have A Good Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/fff.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/fff.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's Friday... I made it. It's starting to feel like winter now -but I did enjoy the cooler temp when I walked in the morning. It was just another day at work -we exchanged our plans for the weekend - seems there is always something to do or somplace to be. I just was so happy to get home and just relax. Got into my PJ's ordered a sicilian pie (half olives for my husband), looked through the mail and watched What Not To Wear - My mom went off to her poker game - my husband went to the corner place he visits - took the dog. I knew it would not last - so I enjoyed the peace while I could.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116263497180257347?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116263497180257347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116263497180257347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116263497180257347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116263497180257347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-good-weekend.html' title='Have A Good Weekend'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116254634389286634</id><published>2006-11-03T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:17.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Pretend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/pic.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking to work in the morning for what??!! As soon as I finish my breakfast I go right to the food counter and get 2 oatmeat cookies - left from the blood drive - there are about 50 two cookie packets left over. I enjoy them with my green tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 am I go back to the counter and dig out a snicker fun bar - everyone brought in their left over Halloween candy. Then right after lunch - it's back to the counter for a peppermint patty. What's the use? What makes me feel worse is that my friend has a will of iron. She looks at me and laughs - telling me that looks good - but she does not fall into temptation. How does she do that? She is so dedicated to her daily diet - salad one day, turkey and cheese on a small pita the next - then some home made chicken salad that is minced so well - it looks like tuna. She amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a bag of vinegar and salt potato chips with my sandwich. But I do walk a hour each morning -Hah!! When I got home, things were pretty quite. So after dinner I gathered all the catalogs I've gotten in the week and looked at them one at a time. I've loved doing that since I was a little girl - my sister and I would play pretend for hours with The Big Aldens Catalog Book, circling the things we would get and which model we were. It was fun growing up with her. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116254634389286634?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116254634389286634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116254634389286634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116254634389286634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116254634389286634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/lets-pretend.html' title='Let&apos;s Pretend'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116245987076361438</id><published>2006-11-02T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:17.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A  Laugh a Day  Does A Body Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/lu.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing about going to work, is that I get a chance to talk to other people. I get to share my ideas, and I get to hear some other points of view -and I mostly get to hear all about shows I don't get to see. I have worked with these people a long time and we are very relaxed around each other. The big talk around the office is Dancing With The Stars - I get an update all the time. You would think that I watched the very first Survivor - my friend was obsessed with the show - I never even saw one show - but I know all about it- I would even ask questions!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relieve the receptionist at lunch time once in a while and she has a tiny t.v. on her desk. So I get to watch a soap opera between phone calls - I think it is All My Children - The one with Erica. The very best thing about going out to work is I get to laugh - believe me - people are funny - if it's not the people at work its the people on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my husband told me that they were taking too much taxes from his pay- not a happy man. So I promised to fax over his stub with a request for them to change it - hopefully his next check will be correct. All quite on the home front, so I got to bed. Good night Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116245987076361438?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116245987076361438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116245987076361438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116245987076361438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116245987076361438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/laugh-day-does-body-good.html' title='A  Laugh a Day  Does A Body Good'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116237475840887471</id><published>2006-11-01T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:17.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love a Parade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/haaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/haaa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent yesterday with my mom, daughter and granddaughter. It was Halloween!! We went to the mall - I got some Christmas gift cards for my husbands' nephews and nieces - he has 6 -(3 boys and 3 girls). My daughter talked me into OLD NAVY and FOREVER 21 - so that was done! Some of the clerks were dressed up for the holiday - we saw witches, vampires, nurses and a geisha - FUN .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Bens' - our waitress was a clown - after that my mom bought a jacket from Burlingtons'. It was a really lovely day - it will be a great night for trick or treating. My mom and I got back home just in time for the first goblins at the door. They visited in groups - many of them with their parents (they dressed up too). My dog wasn't happy - she doesn't understand Halloween (or July 4th) - barking away! Kids stopped coming by around 6:30pm. We still had some candy left - I'll take that to work tomorrow. My husband was pretty quite - I wish he would stop smoking - he has a horrible cough - he gets follow up mail and goes for his annual check-up from the 9/11 clean up center - He'll go  again in February - I'm sure he is o.k.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, I heard that the Lord watches over babies and drunks (I never knew what that meant - maybe because He see them as helpless?) We watched the Village Halloweeen Parade on channel 1 - it was great. I told my husband we should try to get down there one of these years'. Looked like fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116237475840887471?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116237475840887471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116237475840887471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116237475840887471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116237475840887471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-parade.html' title='Love a Parade'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116228752511924506</id><published>2006-10-31T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:53:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Vant to Suck Your Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/Sp7bFqd-AOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ic7lVkdalHY/s1600-h/AKTZHL2CAGLQBM7CA8SPZ9SCAEY9EQJCAYVSCFRCAOU2XYMCA3EO1W1CAYWFLD4CATZ15DOCAZI4NNYCAQOYRZ7CAQVIRMBCAOL9YKKCA0A1WAECAQN6GBBCA515N2OCA8GYGJBCAH5G1NFCA3OGVIQCAF41K4S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376975895472767202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/Sp7bFqd-AOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ic7lVkdalHY/s400/AKTZHL2CAGLQBM7CA8SPZ9SCAEY9EQJCAYVSCFRCAOU2XYMCA3EO1W1CAYWFLD4CATZ15DOCAZI4NNYCAQOYRZ7CAQVIRMBCAOL9YKKCA0A1WAECAQN6GBBCA515N2OCA8GYGJBCAH5G1NFCA3OGVIQCAF41K4S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i12.tinypic.com/2ngswpj.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://i12.tinypic.com/2ngswpj.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice a year our apprentice school holds a blood drive. Yesterday was one of those days - the day before Halloween!! (the other day is in the spring). I always try to donate = so I went in after lunch with one of my co-workers - we tried to see who can finish first - after accusing me of cheating (?) he won. The best part, I guess everyone knows, is the juice and cookies when you are done donating - all you want - I like the oatmeal ones with some orange juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a special treat we also got a Halloween goody bag filled with the good candy ( chocolates):) - The apprentices really did a great job this year- I think everyone of them showed up to donate - it's one of those good things. At home, I had dinner with my mom - I was really tired so I got to bed early - my husband was getting ready to watch a football game. Thank you Lord for Your Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116228752511924506?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116228752511924506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116228752511924506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116228752511924506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116228752511924506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-vant-to-suck-your-blood.html' title='I Vant to Suck Your Blood'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OU4Acwtj3Vk/Sp7bFqd-AOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Ic7lVkdalHY/s72-c/AKTZHL2CAGLQBM7CA8SPZ9SCAEY9EQJCAYVSCFRCAOU2XYMCA3EO1W1CAYWFLD4CATZ15DOCAZI4NNYCAQOYRZ7CAQVIRMBCAOL9YKKCA0A1WAECAQN6GBBCA515N2OCA8GYGJBCAH5G1NFCA3OGVIQCAF41K4S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116220073305397520</id><published>2006-10-30T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:17.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Showers of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/jkjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/jkjk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday morning so I made a pot of coffee and went on line. I'm a early riser (I go to bed early too) and I can blog during this time with no interruptions. When my husband got up he wanted to watch the news. After a while, I wanted to see what movie was playing for the Halloween weekend. I found Dracula, The Mummy and Frankenstein - the originals from the 30s'!! They are not very long movies, but I enjoyed them so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother and I had to go to a Baby Shower yesterday (a baby girl!!!) - so my husband drove us to my cousin - he stayed and watched the game with her husband and my cousin drove us along with her mother to the shower. We had a good time (for a baby shower). They served bloody marys or mimosa. We all had the mimosa - lunch was served buffet style - I got up as many times as I wanted (who doesn't like that?). We finally got home around 5:30 - my husband could watch the second half of the Jets (went on and on about disrupting his Sunday football). I read. Thank You Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116220073305397520?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116220073305397520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116220073305397520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116220073305397520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116220073305397520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/showers-of-happiness.html' title='Showers of Happiness'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116211476419397672</id><published>2006-10-29T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:16.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/clocks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday cleaning is hard enough - but when it's raining I just want to lay around with a cup of tea and watch some how to show. I had the tea, but I had to get to some things or else (they wouldn't get done). So I straightened up, change the bed, got to the dishes. I love Windex - I use it on everything - so I did my windex thing and looked around - Not too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband woke up a little early for a Saturday. Walking around like a caged bird or something... asking me what my plans for the day were... I told him I only had to go to supermarket... if he could take me and pick me up in an hour. He said he had to get a hair cut first--o.k. after the hair cut is good. So he left at 10Am and I went on with the house work, which was  alot easier being alone. When he didn't get back by 2 I knew there would be no food shopping today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back around 4 and I went down by my mom to get out of his way..my mom left her lotto numbers on the stairs with some money - asked if he'd go and play them for her..it was still raining. No problem - my mom and I ate around 5:30 and just spent some time together - finally I went downstairs to the basement to watch some t.v.,  tried doing a crossword and get some sleep - I heard my husband come in at 10 - but then I remembered the clock goes back tonight - so it was really 9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116211476419397672?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116211476419397672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116211476419397672' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116211476419397672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116211476419397672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/fall-behind.html' title='Fall Behind'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116203518496811487</id><published>2006-10-28T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:16.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dressed Up - No Where To Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/de.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/de.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to be in at work early Friday - which is not a problem - I get to leave early. We can wear jeans and sneakers , so that was good. Is was just another day really - about 4 people took Friday off so it really went by fast. When I got home I wanted to order a pizza for dinner - but my mom told me she made minestrone with pork (she is a old home cook from the other side) Yumm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I  made a big salad for my husband - brought his dinner upstairs and I ate with my mother. My husband had not come from work yet - he's usually here around 4pm. Friday is my moms' poker night with the girls, so we watched some T.V. until she left and then I settled in watching one of my favorite shows "What Not To Wear" - my daughter makes fun of me but I just enjoy watching them so much - I really only like to see what the 2 hosts (Stacey and Clinton) are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up and going out anywhere makes me happy. I've loved dressing up since the days of Twiggy and the Beatles, Carnaby Street in England, the Mod Look.... I've seen bell bottoms come, go and come back again - I like them!! My sister and my cousins, we were always into fashion, hair and make-up. To this day we can talk about hair while dancing the night away at a wedding - We make people laugh. I heard my husband come in at 9:30 - he went right upstairs - the dog ran up to get her treat - I stayed where I was. I thought I heard rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116203518496811487?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116203518496811487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116203518496811487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116203518496811487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116203518496811487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-dressed-up-no-where-to-go.html' title='All Dressed Up - No Where To Go'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116193771136646893</id><published>2006-10-27T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:16.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's At The Door?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/hanh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/hanh.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing was going to wake my husband up for work yesterday. Not even the threat of my staying home with him. So I had to let go and let God be God. I had to rememeber that I had no control over the situation or my husband and his drinking. So I got ready for work, walk the dog, clear up the place as good as I could and left. I wished my mom good luck, she was spending the day at Atlantic City with the senior group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter picked me up at 3PM from work - she needed me to watch the baby while she worked on her computer - she has 2 sites she maintains -one is I'm Not Obsessed.com and the other is celeb-diet.com . I just can't take my eyes off my granddaughter - she is my darling. My husband came downstairs and was trying to start a argument with me. I try very hard to stay away from him after 12 pm. It looked like he had picked up where he left off at the union meeting the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/door.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally he left with the dog and I enjoyed my granddaughter until they left. I had dinner and stayed downstairs. He finally got back after 7PM and sat on the stoop and was challanging someone to come over and he'd take care of them - oh boy...after he went upstairs, someone came to the door and I answered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman was standing there, asking for my con ed bill to make sure I was not being cheated - are people crazy??? Was I crazy for opening the door?? I told her I shred all my bills after I pay them - OH?? Then I heard my husband yelling from upstairs, I told those people not to come over to this house!!! Oh Boy....the dog was barking and I closed the door. That's when I decided it was time to go to sleep. I let God be God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116193771136646893?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116193771136646893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116193771136646893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116193771136646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116193771136646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/whos-at-door.html' title='Who&apos;s At The Door?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116185689416277087</id><published>2006-10-26T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:16.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hump Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/garg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/garg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop eating Wednesday. The school in the back had a meeting and ordered much to much food. So they brought us platters of bagels cream cheese, butter and jelly, muffins, danish and fruit. What a great pick me up!! Around 1PM they brought up platters of sandwiches, all kinds on all types of bread!!! How much can you eat? - Luckily the last Wednesday of each month is the quarterly meeting - so we had lots of people coming and going - and alot of them were hungry. Plenty for all. This is an election year, so we were busy addressing envelopes to the membership. I have to start going to work more comfortable to do this. I wear sneakers because I do alot of standing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I found my husband and his partner leaving for the meeting. I pulled out the garbage cans because Thursday is pick up day. I had dinner with my mom and decided it was a good idea to sleep downstairs tonight. Meeting nights are never good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116185689416277087?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116185689416277087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116185689416277087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116185689416277087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116185689416277087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/hump-day.html' title='Hump Day'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116177323037252979</id><published>2006-10-25T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:15.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Chinese Food For You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/chines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/chines.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is Chinese food day at work. I was voted into the job of taking everyones order and calling it in - collecting the money and putting food out in the kitchen ( everyone has a favorite seat). Yesterday my co-workers' daughter (who is going to be a nurse) informed us that she read a article that said chinese food causes ulcers!!!! Why??? Because it is cooked ahead and reheated over and over as needed and they use old frying oil way too long. This grows a germ or something and when eaten, some people develope ulcers and need antibiotics. - I get the white rice with my meal and so I wanted to know if it was only fried rice or what??? She will get back to me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave everyone the bad news, but it seems no one cared and they wanted chinese anyway - it was Tuesday, wasn't it??? They informed me that we all have to die from something - I don't smoke, drink (too much), gamble (except for pools at work) so I figure, I'll go by Chinese - maybe I'll started smoking and drinking (if only there was a cure for the hangover - I hate that so much).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my husband was not in a good mood. He waited an hour at the post office picking up my package...he has a long walk across town when he gets off the train in the morning (3 avenues)... lots of confusion red light, green light (this man was born in New York)... he really is comical going on and on about how hard he works. I tell him to be happy he is home and safe...Nooooo.... He is not happy until he goes through his pity party act. They want the job done, but they don't give him the right tools. The people who want the job done, don't know how to do the job.... trying to tell him how ha!!! On and on chomping on onion potato chips and drinking beer......He is soooo tired (go to sleep)...Finally he eats dinner...ends with a large glass of milk and lots of cookies ...Thank you, Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116177323037252979?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116177323037252979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116177323037252979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116177323037252979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116177323037252979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-chinese-food-for-you.html' title='No Chinese Food For You!'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116168302342880804</id><published>2006-10-24T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:15.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did Someone Say Bingo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/mom.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/mom.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy about Mondays, but I got myself to work anyway. I started to feel better the more I walked - it was still dark but slowly the day began to brighten up. When I got to work I found out that I had won the Sunday night baseball pool!!!! $100.00 - Wow - I could definitely deal with Mondays like this. I have to wait till all the games are played to get my winnings. This happy feeling lasted out the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty busy, every other Monday is a meeting night and so everyone was flying around preparing for their time to speak out. Phone calls, people bring their books up to date- collecting money - lots of confusion -  I convinced my friend to walk at lunch time - love it - the day just flew by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So I thought I'll make this a full week - I'll take off Halloween and go to the mall dressed up with my daughter and granddaughter. Not sure what I'll be wearing - I have to think about it. When I got home I found my husband in his plaid p.j's - not feeling so good. We  had the left over chicken and pasta. I ate with my Mom downstairs - then she went off to play Bingo with her friends...It was a quite night.  Thank you Lord for the peace, the pasta and the money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116168302342880804?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116168302342880804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116168302342880804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116168302342880804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116168302342880804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/did-someone-say-bingo.html' title='Did Someone Say Bingo?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116159414019267177</id><published>2006-10-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:15.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who's Cooking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/pots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/pots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invited my sister, neice, my daughter, husband and baby to come over for dinner. Then I called my cousin's daughter who is working here as a NYC teacher in the Bronx. She is here from Canada on a teaching program - she will be teaching for at least 3 years. They all came over!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my mom's homecoming - and so I cooked. I made meatballs in sauce with tiny penne and chicken franchiese with roasted sweet and yellow potatoes ( someone has been watching Food Network) and of cource - a salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband got to see the Jets win - oh happy day...Everyone got here around 4pm and we had a very nice time catching up. It was a great Sunday - I was so happy to have them all around me. The dog was happy because these people drop plenty on the floor - she loves my meatballs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed tea and cake - singing Happy Birthday to my 13 year old neice. We got everything in......... I cleaned up and we settled to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something Gotta Give&lt;/span&gt;...good company... good food....good movie....good night...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116159414019267177?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116159414019267177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116159414019267177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116159414019267177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116159414019267177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/look-whos-cooking.html' title='Look Who&apos;s Cooking'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116151145600127059</id><published>2006-10-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:15.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/welco.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/welco.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally got back yesterday!!!  She was away for 3 weeks and 2 days - she went to visit her 2 sisters and family/friends in Europe.  Her flight came in at 3PM - my husband took me to JFK/Delta arrivals terminal.  It seems that Delta took over Alitalia and from the arrival board, they seem to be PARTNERS (that's the term used) with about 5 airlines including Air France - Huh, who would have thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed my mom - she lives downstairs from us in her two family house.  I visit her alot and so does my dog.  When things get loud, she makes a beeline downstairs and scratches my moms door - its a safety haven for us both.  My mom had a great time visiting her family and she said that the flight was very good - they kept feeding them - breakfast, lunch, snack....she was not hungry - she just wanted a cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband told my mom that he missed her so much.  My mom cooks for us each day - and I've been bringing in food each night while she 's been away. (I missed her too, she also does the laundry -do I have to tell you how tired I am) :)  Anyway, she's back and everyone is happy, even the dog. What a blessing!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116151145600127059?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116151145600127059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116151145600127059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116151145600127059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116151145600127059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116142204291818837</id><published>2006-10-21T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:14.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Loves Company</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/drunks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/drunks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to stay home Friday too, and make it a nice 4 day weekend. It rained most of the day til around 3pm, when suddenly the sun came out and the wind kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter came over with the baby and spent the afternoon with me. Around 8 pm I went to dinner with my sister and two cousins - we celebrate each other's birthday going out to eat. It's always the birthday's girls choice and the other three share the bill. Last night we went to STOVE - it's an American-French place - we skipped the appetizers and ordered 2 cosmos and 2 glasses of wine). My cousins' husband came over after work = he and my husband were going to eat at a place called the Beer Garden - hamburgers and potato pancakes (and a beer or two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came back to my place after dinner to find my cousins' husband had fallen asleep on the couch. My husband was holding court at the kitchen table, smoking, drinking and rambling on to some one in his past. Not a very pretty sight, but everyone knows about him. On the kitchen table was a large empty bag of Burger King -I guess they decided to skip the garden and to go straight for the beer. We all said good night and I got ready for bed. My husband was not happy - he promised to throw out the computer in the morning - he did not want me sharing my journal with some guy in Hong Kong. (Did I say something about Hong Kong?) It's funny, but what he was saying did not bother me. I knew from experiance that he was more drunk than I could understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I watched and listened, it seemed more and more like a movie - I don't know how to explain it. Thank you Lord for my good friends and wonderful family = and a special blessing on your child(my husband) who you have left in my care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116142204291818837?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116142204291818837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116142204291818837' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116142204291818837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116142204291818837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/misery-loves-company.html' title='Misery Loves Company'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116133563785191183</id><published>2006-10-20T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:14.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Time Pastrami I Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/pastar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/pastar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't go to work yesterday (I have about 8 vacation days left) - instead I went to the mall with my daughter and grandaughter. But first I had to run to the post office - there was a package there and I could not remember what I ordered - it's still in my trunk because I went straight to my daughters and wasn't sure if my husband was home yet when I finally got back later in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little dolly is walking now, she wants to run around and is she fast!!! We went to Ben's for lunch - they have the best pastrami on rye and chicken soup - my daughter goes for the potato pancake with applesauce every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet baby girl had the omelet kids meal. I had to get my son-in-law a 30th birthday gift, so my daughter suggested &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Century 21&lt;/span&gt; - Great idea, i got him a gift certificate so he can get what ever he wants when he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and her husband celebrate the same birthday in November - but she will be 30 next year. (How is that possible??) It turned out to be a lovely day - at one point, I had to take off my jacket. When I got home all was quite, I wished I had brought up the package from the post office - but now I was afraid to go get it because I might meet my husband coming in. I really have to stop ordering things over the internet - but I am so gung-ho in the morning - you know maybe I'll win the lotto today - I just get carried away. anyway, he came in a little while later and asked if I spent all day cooking - He saw the french fries and hot dog I bought him from Ben's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with pastrami and a potato pancake? Oh, boy...here we go.  O.K.  I'll get it next time -He went on and on and on- while munching on the fries and drinking his beer. You watch enough cooking shows - but you don't cook - he just kept on mumbling "I don't get it" - (I learned the hard way a long time ago not to answer such questions because this is a no win situation)  He kept heating that hot dog and fries over and over again. Blah, Blah, Blah....Finally the ballgame came on. He informed me that the two places he has no interest in going to are Boston and St. Louis...whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Salem on Columbus Day weekend - it turned out to be a really long drive, but we ended up having a good time. Dear Lord, keep blessing us - thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116133563785191183?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116133563785191183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116133563785191183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116133563785191183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116133563785191183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/next-time-pastrami-i-promise.html' title='Next Time Pastrami I Promise'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116124911349503683</id><published>2006-10-19T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:14.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/iccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/iccc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was our wedding anniversay. We were married 12 years ago at City Hall, it was a beautiful cool, crisp Tueday. My daughter was 16 soon to be 17. My husbands sister-in-law told us that 18 was a lucky number in the Jewish religion - she is Jewish, so she knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom treated all to a wedding dinner/reception at the Crab House in Long Island City(we were about 35 people in all) It was a very nice afternoon. We did not go on a honeymoon until the spring. Then we went away for a long weekend at Danbury Inn at Port Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Inn has lovely rooms and it's a really nice town with great shops and lots of good food. If you want, you can catch a ferry to Conn. I don't do boats but we had a very nice time anyway. We try to go back there once a year for lunch and just to spend an afternoon (honestly, we haven't been there in a while). So, anyway I got an Happy Anniversay wish and a kiss yesterday morning. We planned to stay home for dinner and go out special maybe Saturday- he likes steak and I like fish. The day at work was great - all the officers were out playing golf for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Perfect!! So I caught up on all my work - cleared off my desk and enjoyed the rest of the day - at lunch we sat outside - it was so lovely. I ate a bag of M&amp;amp;M's - ahh...life is good. When I got home the dog was alone. Not a good sign. So I walked the dog and went throught the mail. I was just about to start eating dinner when I heard the front door open. My huband came in with Dunkin Donuts and a quart of Baskin Robbins ice cream - half cookies and cream and half rocky road. I love rocky road - it's one of my favorites - I'm also crazy about, since I was a little girl, cherry vanilla - tho, I never met a strawberry ice cream I didn't like either. Growing up on 2nd avenue in NYC I remember the Good Humor Vanilla Coconut on a stick - when I ever see it I get one - you don't see it around too much any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to the mall with my daughter and granddaughter , we get the fancy ice creams - they are good too. My daughter likes shakes and so does my husband - me, I like ice cream on a sugar cone - (now they have sugar cone cups!!) Anyway, we had dinner and then he gave me his paycheck - been trying to get a rein on our bills. We got ready for the ballgame - do or die game - I had to dig really down in the ice cream carton, because the rocky road was on the bottom (who likes cookies and cream?). Got a big bowl of ice cream - I was very happy - so was my dog - she got to enjoy the last two spoonfuls I saved for her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116124911349503683?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116124911349503683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116124911349503683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116124911349503683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116124911349503683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/rocky-road.html' title='Rocky Road'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116116071824174992</id><published>2006-10-18T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:13.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/sectret.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/sectret.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been uncomfortable about this blog from the beginning. I never told my husband what I have been doing. He kept asking me, what are you doing on the computer at 4 AM? Oh, shopping for Christmas. Truth is, Christmas is all done ready to wrap and put under the tree. So yesterday I started slow, telling him I've started a journal, more like a diary about my life. He should have been a detective. The man can come up with more questions than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he understood what I''ve been doing he left the room. About 5 minutes later he returned, to tell me he will probably have to sue me. I had to hold my breath because he can really make me laugh. He went on and on about how he will sue me and everyone involved (that includes all of you). I explained that I have a life and that is what I'm writing about, what I see, what I hear, what I feel, what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explain to him that he lives with me and so I have to include him, he is in my every day life, he is my husband. I reminded him how when he upsets me, he tells me to calm down, everything will be alright, I should understand because I am his wife? Suddenly - the sound of silence. He was not happy - but he could not think of anything to say. But I have to say that I feel so much better. It's out in the open - he knows what I'm doing in the morning. I'm thinking that now he won't give so much to write about. That's me believing that someday he won't want to drink anymore. It can happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116116071824174992?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116116071824174992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116116071824174992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116116071824174992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116116071824174992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-more-secrets.html' title='No More Secrets'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116107314544899935</id><published>2006-10-17T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:13.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Morning Flu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/nnnn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/nnnn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I sometimes get the Monday Morning Blues when I have to get up to go to work. I even remember getting them during High School. You know the feeling... you just want to stay in bed and sleep just a little longer - convincing yourself it must be Saturday - not Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this weekend my husband had trouble getting up for work. His head was hurting, his stomach was upset, he told me he did not get enough sleep. I said maybe you have a hangover. He informed me that he never gets hangovers - that the truth is, he thinks he is coming down with the flu! Oh, right, I forgot - the Monday morning flu - not that again!! The poor thing got dressed and took the dog out and came back and got ready for work (he was not a happy camper - Thank God he's gotten the train ride under control). I had to go to work early yesterday to cover the person not coming in that morning. Which means I got to leave at 3:30 instead of 4:30. - Not bad - I was home by 4. When I got home, I found my husband in his Jets pajama, lying on the couch covered under a quilt, drinking a coke. There was a empty beer can on the counter - (but my husband always tells me that one does not count - so to keep the peace, I did not count it). Instead I gave him some chicken soup and crackers for dinner and I did not hear a peep out of him. He feel asleep and got up to watch the ballgame. Thank God for His favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116107314544899935?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116107314544899935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116107314544899935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116107314544899935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116107314544899935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/monday-morning-flu.html' title='Monday Morning Flu'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116098755712164646</id><published>2006-10-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:13.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Cleaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/clean.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/clean.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a beautiful Sunday morning. So I made a fresh pot of coffee and just enjoyed the quiet. Nice not to have a headache. I finally had my husband put up a towel rack in the bathroom. Our old one just fell apart, it was up for over 20 years. Then I changed the shower extention rod and put up a fresh liner and a sheer shower curtain. Most people do spring cleaning but I like to brighten things up at autumn - get ready for winter(which is my least favorite time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was in the swing, so I asked my huband to take down curtains in the dining room and living room. You know this started a argument - but I had to go with it- it was now or never. I put up lighter colored curtains so I can get the most sunshine I can til spring comes around.  I like to do it before day light savings falls behind.   I guess my husband thought he need a reward, so he took the dog out and I did not see him til after 4pm - Jets kickoff time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not in a good state when he got back. He drank the rest of the afternoon and night. I went down to the basement and watch "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;/span&gt;" there was a marathon going on!!! (God is good) I went to bed around 9pm and then around 9:30PM I heard the doorbell - Chinese Food Delivery - I guess he wanted some chicken chow mein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116098755712164646?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116098755712164646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116098755712164646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116098755712164646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116098755712164646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/spring-cleaning.html' title='Spring Cleaning'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116091389796017120</id><published>2006-10-15T04:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:12.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Future - 1980's</title><content type='html'>The dog had a vet appointment at 10:30am. So my husband took her, for just a nail trimming and ear cleaning visit. Seems she has a bump on her upper arm that has to come off. I think I'll make the appointment for 2 weeks. Later that afternoon, my husband informed me that he will be writing a letter to the Radisson Hotel in Tampa, letting them know he will soon be interested in working there. He'd like to work in the maintance dept., he can run the whole hotel (he informed me) with his knowledge of H.V.A.C. and welding, air conditioning background - what ever needs to be done. A superivor positon would be great. They would have to let him know when this position opens and if he is ready, he will let them know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking at him trying not to show expression on my face. It's going to be a long afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/fash.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/fash.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a 80"s theme birthday party to go to that night at 7 pm. So i thought it would be a good idea to take a nap and I did. I already went to the supermarket and hung out a wash - so I took 45 minutes to lay down. I convinvced my huband to do the same. He asked me to wake him when I got up because he wanted to leave at 5:30pm for the party - Sure - I woke him up at 6pm. We got to the party at 7:15. We had a wonderful time, everyone did a great job dressing up. Lots of tunics and leggings - that's what i wore,(remember the 80's?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were Madonnas, Cyndi Lauper, Billy Idol, Rainbox Bright, Ghost Busters, Scarface, Crocker from Miami Vice (my husband), Tom Cruise in underwear, Flash Dance, Daisy Duke, Jason, and Pee Wee Herman. Lots of fun! Around 11:00 pm we started playing Beatles songs - we (the women) all got up and started singing and dancing along. The Beatles are such a comfort, such joy, each song has it's own memory locked in time -Most of us picked a Beatle song for our wedding theme. The Beatles connect us all forever - I've been blest with a wonderful family and darling friends. It was a good Saturday night. Thank you Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116091389796017120?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116091389796017120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116091389796017120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116091389796017120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116091389796017120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-to-future-1980s.html' title='Back to the Future - 1980&apos;s'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116081972644868817</id><published>2006-10-14T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:12.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You've Got Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/mail.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning was a little colder than I thought it was going to be. This summer I started to walk to work when ever it is not raining hard. I hate to exercise and i like to eat and this summer I remembered how much I like to walk. When I was 13 my cousin and I would walk down to the Village every night after dinner (around 6pm) share a pack of cigaretts, buy a cherry coke at the Cock and Bull - try to look cool - and then walk like the wind to make it back home by 9 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all came back to me this summer - I'm a walker!!! It takes me about a hour to get to work - maybe longer if I start to daydream, and miss my turn. It was chilly yesterday, but so lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is a favorite time of mine - tho, I have to admit I"m crazy about the summer. I left a post office slip on the kitchen table and asked my husband to please pick up the package for me after work. He gets home about 2 hours before me - he starts at 7 am. I have to tell you, I forgot what I ordered. I've discovered shopping on the internet - this could turn ugly - so I'm trying to calm myself and not look or buy anything. Trouble is, all the companies are now sending me specials via e-mail. What a temptation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one was home when I got there, not even the dog. So I ate my dinner - saved my husbands dinner on a plate, covered it with foil and put out the dogs dinner and started looking at the mail and putting away the laundry (believe it or not - i enjoy doing this stuff). They both came in around 6 pm and my husband had my package and his Friday night special in tote. I bought cordoroy jeans( beige) and a 2 piece pillow set for my rocking chair (sage) - which I'll try to get my husband to put together on Sunday - early - before football begins. I settled in the bedroom to watch "Law and Order CI" - love this show. Then I watched "Take Home Chef" (he goes to some beautiful kitchens!!) and "What Not to Wear" ( another favorite). I dozed off and was awoken by the noise in the kitchen - it was 10:30 pm and my husband was finally ready to eat dinner - not bad for a Friday the 13th night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116081972644868817?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116081972644868817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116081972644868817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116081972644868817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116081972644868817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/youve-got-mail.html' title='You&apos;ve Got Mail'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116072790126029604</id><published>2006-10-13T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meatballs, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/meatball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/meatball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to work after a day off is always nice. The day goes by pretty fast just trying to clean off my desk. I'd love to work part-time, maybe 3 days a week. I've been telling myself I'll retire at 55... but that's coming at me real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I can"t afford to retire. I've been working in this office for over 18 years, so I pretty much know what the day will be like. Like everyone else out there, I work with a cast of characters. An extended family - a home away from home. I feel safe there. On the way home yesterday, I picked up a meatball hero for my husband and what I thought was a grilled chicken hero for myself. My hero was filled with mozzarella, grilled chicken, roasted peppers and some kind of eggplant spread or maybe it was olive , fresh basil and garlic - wow! oh I forgot the sun-dried tomatoes. Don't get me wrong - I ate it all. It was messy and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of clanking going on in the kitchen. My husband is mumbling to himself- he is still having trouble with the train. He likes his food very hot. So he is microwaving this poor meatball hero to a slow death. 15 seconds at a time!!! Again, and again and again. It's like a lab experiment. Then he takes a break to have a beer in the bathroom. He hasn't eaten yet. A hour later he starts the lab experiment again. 15 seconds at a time. You could not pay me to eat this meatball hero now. Finally at 8 pm watching the baseball game he eats. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116072790126029604?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116072790126029604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116072790126029604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116072790126029604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116072790126029604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/meatballs-anyone.html' title='Meatballs, anyone?'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116064258973355843</id><published>2006-10-12T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:11.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/stat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 235px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/stat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I took a day off from work to spend with my daughter and new granddaughter. We had lunch and did some shopping. I had a wonderful time. When I got back home I heard that a small plane had crashed into a building in the City. I thought,  that is where my husband is working. In a flash I was back to 9/11.  He was working on 14 th Street that day and he had a disposable camera. He was able to take pictures of the towers on fire and coming down. What a sick feeling I had.  He went down to ground zero on Thursday and again on Saturday to help. He was allowed in because he is a certified welder. Finally, he came home yesterday and told me that he was about 30 blocks away from yesterdays crash.  We watched the news and found out it was a accident - terrible.  After dinner, he layed down and asked me to wake him for the baseball game - I let him sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116064258973355843?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116064258973355843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116064258973355843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116064258973355843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116064258973355843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-again.html' title='Not Again'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35870491.post-116059511818201241</id><published>2006-10-11T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T07:08:10.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/1600/subway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6670/3999/320/subway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Been riding the trains, seems for a thousand years - pretty easy stuff.  But not for my husband, he started a new job yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The train I told him to take turns out to be an express and goes right by his stop - big problem.  He had to walk the station back and across town - Thank God it was a beautiful day!  When he got home, he told me the story for three hours til he fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35870491-116059511818201241?l=mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/116059511818201241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35870491&amp;postID=116059511818201241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116059511818201241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35870491/posts/default/116059511818201241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifewithadrunk.blogspot.com/2006/10/subway-saga.html' title='Subway Saga'/><author><name>LSNY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04396319659095386203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
