Do you get carsick?

I have had it happen acouple of times. We will go out with Tim , and I will pick at cheese, ham, and crackers. We don't eat a normal lunch when we go. I will get some major carsickness, and then when we get done, I will start shaking, and get dizzy, and need to eat some suger. I don't really get ehy it happens, I'm just wondering if anyone else has the same problem?

Mickey Mouse has left the building!

It apears that I am no longer without a voice. It's nice to have back actually. You really take things like that for granted. I had been without a voice for almost a week this time. It seems to be getting longer, oh well it will happen again at least 2. I don't know why it happens, but it does. So when ya call, you will no longer hear, "Well, Hello boys and girls!" just kidding.

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Sleep has left me
I have nothing to say
smells avoid me
I can't breath anyway.
My chest is conjested
my hair has gone flat
my dog ran away (not really, just left the room)
chasing after a cat.
My husband is gone
long gone away
which isn't to bad,
he wasn't that cool anyway (he went to work).
I'm so wicked lonley
my hose work is all done,
My kids want to play in the game room,
to me they're no fun.
I want to visit with sisters
of those there are many
but of those who are imunne,
there aren't any.
This poem is wicked bogas
my lungs are full of crap.
of a shower I am dreaming,
and maybe a nap.
This is the end,
there isn't any more,
if you don't see me at church,
I'm dead to the core.

The Great gambooey, and other such nonsence.

Please oh please don"t see me today
i have a great gambooey and it won"t go way
i"m sick to my toes
i have buggers in my nose
and when I breath my chest crackles and moans.
I'm wrapped in a blanket
my toes are in socks
I'm wearing my glasses
and have tied up my locks.
I don't know what to tell you,
but do go away
If you come over you may regret that you stayed.
If you value your health
if you value your kids
save them from the Great Gambooey
you'll be glad that you did.

Just a little diddy that I came up with on the spot, butI really do have some sort of Gambooey. Tim was kind enough to share. I hurt from my ears to my chest. Sooo wickedly not fun!

I found my puppy a playmate. Yesterday I saw Kim Berezay, she and her oldest were walking their puppy, Bindi the jugle dog. The spirit whispered that I needed to walk out and grab her, because she is the only sister I have who I can get to let me come see her.
Well I ran outside, and we got to talking, much to my surprise we had somthing in common. Both of us were nervous about socializing our dogs. Turns out our fears were unfounded. Our dogs are now good buddies. Now Blue has a friend. Yeah puppies!

"I'm SOPHIE....

I'm a sweetheart and I'm precious!" This is what comes out of my three year mouth when I ask her who she is, but this morning I made a mistake, and asked where my sweet heart was. Shopie replied,"I my tummy." This was said very matter-of-factly. So I (being the smartass that I am) pulled open her jaws and yelled into her mouth, "Sophie! I'll save you!!!!

Thanks a million!

Thank you for all the posative feed back, weither by phone, bogg, or facebook. I do feel better. I really wasn't intending a pitty party.I kindof wonder though, why don't we comment? Is it that we don't feel comfortable giving advice, or that we don't want to interfear with someones life? I think that we are growing apart as a society. We no longer have great friends, whose lives we are involved with for the better (or somtimes worse). We have friends that we see occasionally at church, or see for lunch somtimes.Tim says back east, everyone was in everyones lives in his small town (five houses and a bar). They all gathered on saturdays and went to play on the river, or fishing, or fun things that could include everyone, even small children. Everyone chipped in what they could for food, and they all made sure everyone had a good time. I can't figure out why Vernal is so disfunctional. Why can't I find a family, a couple, or a group simmialr to my family to do things with? Why is everyone so busy?

Why does noone comment on my blog?

No this isn't a PLEA for attention. I've just been doing my morning stalking of bloggs. I leave comments on those whose bloggs confuse, delight, amuse, and anger me (See poor Mandy's blog on her quitting her job). I've just realized, the days when I get the most comments, are days when I have somthing cute from my kids. Also pictures of me kids seem to help.
I'm not that interesting in my daily life. Sorry. I have NO DRAMA. Though yesterday was dramatic (maybe, I'll bolg about it tomarrow).
When I look at others blogs, I see AMAZING stuff. Some are VERY funny. Others go FANTASTIC places. Some people have moved into NICE houses. Others are expecting BEAUTIFUL NEW additions. To these I say congrats. Good for you. I do get to wish maybe my blogg was a little better read though, right? I'm not asking for a following of MILLIONS. I am not trying to WHINE either. I'm feeling a little LONLEY.