tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-11-21:/MokoFeed2009-11-21T06:10:25+01:00tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-06-04:/2009/06/04/crunchy-baked-bananas-amazing-recipe-6237739/Meggiebeeb2009-06-04T17:29:48+02:002009-06-04T17:29:48+02:00 <p>My brother dropped by last night and asked my daughter if she wanted to make the<br> best dessert in the world. She dropped her jump rope and charged into the kitchen after him and his grocery bag full of ingredients.<br> He told me that he just got back from a B&B at the beach and they served this dish<br> at breakfast and he couldn't get enough of it so he brought their cook book and wanted to try it himself. It only took 5 minutes to throw together and 15 mins to bake. We made two batches and they were gone before the night was over! The bananas were warm and the marchmallows were toasted and crisp on the outside. We added a small scoop of vanilla ice cream to each serving. My daughter had three servings!<br> Here is the recipe: </p> <p>Needed:<br> One glass round 9 inch baking dish<br> 3 large ripe bananas (5 small)<br> 2 tablespoons of brown sugar<br> 1 handful of miniature marshmallows<br> 2 cups of corn flakes<br> 2 tablespoons of butter</p> <p>1. Grease the baking dish with butter<br> 2. Slice bananas and spread them out in the bottom of the dish<br> 3. Sprinkle the brown sugar on top of the bananas<br> 4. Next add the marshmallows<br> 5. Take a pan and melt the remaining butter in it and then toss the cornflakes<br> in the melted butter to coat them.<br> Spread them on top of the banana mixture and place in a 350 F oven for 15 minutes.</p> <p>Best when it is warm.<br> Enjoy <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/06/04/crunchy-baked-bananas-amazing-recipe-6237739/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-06-03:/2009/06/03/school-is-finally-coming-to-an-end-6226698/Meggiebeeb2009-06-03T03:35:50+02:002009-06-03T03:35:50+02:00 <p>Ballet is done Swan Lake was a beautiful triumph for the company and my daughter shined like the little star she is. She was offered an audition at the Kirov ballet academy in Washington DC along with three other students. We go at the end of July for measuring and audition. They teach the famous Vaganova method. I researched it and many of the students go on to have amazing careers so we will see. Can't aford the 42,000.00 tuition but was told if she is accepted it would be on scholarship but she would have to board there. I don't think I could live without her though.<br> Choir is finished at Westminster Conservatory and the concert was so lovely I cried almost the entire time. I am such a wimp! Their voices sound like such tiny angels though I just can't help myself.<br> My sister's wedding shower went over without a hitch and she was so happy and surprised.<br> Her condo is now complete with two wine coolers and enough liquor glassware to host a party of 100! I guess no one thought of cookware and other necessities.<br> My pool is finally open and ready for the June 20th end of school year bash.<br> I am tired I need a vacation!!!!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/06/03/school-is-finally-coming-to-an-end-6226698/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-05-08:/2009/05/08/update-from-the-land-of-flavors-6083030/Meggiebeeb2009-05-08T19:25:00+02:002009-05-08T19:25:00+02:00 <p>Today was International Target day. Four of us get together in a conference room and smell different lots of the same material and pick out the best one. The number one sample is designated as the Gold Target and is poured into tiny sample bottles to be shipped out to our different affiliates around the world. Lots of various orange oils from 10X, 5X, terpeneless etc. were evaluated and the room had such a lovely lingering smell. I knew it wouldn’t last when the onion oil along with the methional (smells like rotting potatoes), ethyl butyrate <img src="/img/smilies/icon_confused.gif" alt=":-/" class="middle" border="0">(filthy socks), and methyl mercaptan (burnt to hell coffee)were waiting for their time under our noses. Sometimes I can’t believe the vile chemicals that are used to make flavors, some if smelled neat actually make you gag. This only happens when we are too lazy to make a 10 ppm solution in ethanol. We are lazy so we make sure our stomachs are empty during the evaluations. </p> <p>I love my target partners because we tell our crazy stories and vent our frustrations to one other in between sniffs. We also love to rip apart the QC lab downstairs when we come across an atrocious sample that they approved. The battle with the QC manager results in her denying everything and telling us she can’t see what’s wrong with the sample.<br> I know you are not experts but do you think wintergreen oil should smell like petrol? </p> <p>Today K told us her husband is now living in Florida in a 55 and over community. She said she was relieved to be rid of him and that she couldn’t divorce him because of various financial reasons. We never knew that she was unhappy in her marriage she is such a positive and happy person never complaining. I guess the onion oil helped the tears out. After a good cry, she asked T. to pass her the bottle of food grade 190 proof ethanol (that we were supposed to use to make the dilutions with). She added a bit to her juice gave us a wink and was back to chattering and laughing.<br> Hmmm Have a nice weekend!!!!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/05/08/update-from-the-land-of-flavors-6083030/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-04-13:/2009/04/13/easter-5935090/Meggiebeeb2009-04-13T03:34:36+02:002009-04-13T03:34:36+02:00 <p>Well got through another holiday and the weather was more like January cold with strong winds. I hid the eggs throughout the house and a few got stepped on during the "hunt". Coffee and chocolate was my breakfast along witha crushed egg. Got in the care and drove 5 hours to my brothers house in Massachusettes and it is even colder up here! He just finished building his house all by himself and it is absolutely amazing! I am now on his computer writing this while he sleeps. We are off to a casino world in the mountains tomorrow. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/04/13/easter-5935090/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-04-09:/2009/04/09/wonderful-birthday-evening-5916779/Meggiebeeb2009-04-09T15:08:35+02:002009-04-09T15:08:35+02:00 <p>Well my day yesterday could not have been better. After work I headed to Princeton for rehearsal and was surrounded by the angelic voices of the choir as I played the Faure Requiem with the rest of the musicians. The acoustics were terrific so I can't wait until Friday when we perform the entire piece straight through. The solo tenor was not only extremely talented but hot as hell and he was standing right next to me during his section. I had so many fantasies I lost my place and had to ask my fellow horn player what measure we were on and she gave me the look of I know what you are thinking. Afterwards headed out for drinks with my brother and sister. We sat down in the bar and they ordered a slice of cake and drinks. Well the whole parade of servers came out and sang an awful birthday song <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> I wanted to crawl under the bar. Once they walked away my sister then broke into her opera voice (with full vibrato) and sang the entire song once again. Yes her voice is beautiful and powerful and filled the entire space but my God everyone stopped and stared our way and when she was done broke out in full applause. I really wanted to die and she then said make a wish! I promptly wished out loud that I wished that I wasn't there and everyone laughed. The whole night was so much fun with the exception of my brother's wife. What a bore! She sat there stone faced sipping her hot tea glaring at the boisterous lot of us. After trying to coax her into our conversations, we just ignored her. The music was loud but once in awhile between sets it got quite quiet. The first time my brother asked my sister why she wasn't drinking and as she hollered "Can't drink when you are on crazy pills." once again all eyes were on her with a look of Ahhh so that's why she sang her opera birthday song. (She has bi-polar disorder and can not drink with her medication.) Trust me she doesn't need to drink!! She was visibly embarassed that the entire room heard her so my brother being a sweet brother waited the next lull in music and stated loudly that he was thinking of getting his balls laminated! <img src="/img/smilies/graylaugh.gif" alt=":))" class="middle" border="0"> This time everyone laughed and started to approach us as we seemed to be the life of the party. I met and talked to so many people and was provided many birthday drinks. I had to give most of them away as I have no tolerance for alcohol. The rest of the night was a blur. I do remember allowing a patron to feel my breasts because I wanted to prove to him that they were real. I guess a woman with a natural 38G cup is rare! My head is killing me today and it hurts when I laugh but I can't wait to do it again. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/04/09/wonderful-birthday-evening-5916779/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-04-08:/2009/04/08/update-from-the-homefront-5911542/Meggiebeeb2009-04-08T16:18:19+02:002009-04-08T16:18:19+02:00 <p>Spring is showing it's lovely colors and my garden is filled with bright colors. My father's chemo is finished and last PET scan was clean. He is looking better than ever thanks to his little holistic slave!! He is back home now and preparing for the pork festival that is the Polish/Hungarian Easter tradition. Three kinds of kielbasi, ham, babka, and sweet homemade custard. He is not supposed to eat any of it but he said he would not break his tradition. He is back to his old self and I need this holiday to get back to normal so no more lectures until next week!! </p> <p>I will be at rehearsal tonite getting ready for the Good Friday performance of the Faure Requiem Mass at the Methodist church in my town. Raised a Catholic, Good Friday is usually a silent mass void of music and singing with the church stripped down and looking quite sad and empty. I am looking forward to participating in another church and enjoying the lovey choir performing such beautiful music. The added bonus is that I am getting paid!!!</p> <p>My tiny angel is getting ready for her performance with the American Reperatory Ballet Company's performance of Swan Lake and she is so excited. I am happy she loves the arts as much as I do. I have been accused of not allowing her to do "real sports" such as soccer, tennis etc. But I have signed her up paid the fees and she has dropped out every time. This past summer at soccer camp she got in the car and said, "Mommy if you made me run and stay in the hot sun for four hours you would be in jail for child abuse!" Needless to say we never went back to the fields or turf. The comfort of the air conditioned ballet studio with it's polished mirrors and bars was missed too much. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/04/08/update-from-the-homefront-5911542/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-04-08:/2009/04/08/another-year-has-passed-5911036/Meggiebeeb2009-04-08T14:40:49+02:002009-04-08T14:40:49+02:00 <p>Well today I am 39 and when I looked in the mirror this morning I noticed that when my face is still lined and smashed from sleeping I am starting to look a bit like a gargoyle!! I have always feared aging and shunned the sun and drank very little to preserve my skin. This morning I realized that no matter how many creams and ointments I apply each night, I will wrinkle and I will look my age. I have always been complimented on my skin and mistaken for someone much younger but those days are numbered. I am no longer a Miss when being waited upon in the shops. I was always against plastic surgery but now I am not so sure! <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/04/08/another-year-has-passed-5911036/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-03-03:/2009/03/03/we-won-the-lottery-5687213/Meggiebeeb2009-03-03T17:36:56+01:002009-03-03T17:36:56+01:00 <p>I am happy to report that in the midst of all of my trials and tribulations fate smiled on me and my little one last night. Last week while I was driving my daughter home from school she wrote down some numbers and she said, "Mommy I want you to play the lottery with my numbers, I know we are going to win." I never dismiss my daughter as she has displayed many psychic gifts in the past so we went to the local quickmart and I filled out the card for the guy and wanted to submit 5 tries and in error filled her numbers out twice. I went home with them in my purse and forgot that the drawing was on Saturday as we were in the city having fun all weekend. Last night my daughter asked me if I checked the numbers and we went straight to the computer and as I was checking I was shocked to see that she got three numbers out of 5 as well as the power ball. We won 100 dollars for each of the sets of her numbers!!! As we picked up the money I told her that it was going straight into her bank account. She smiled and said, "No mommy lets keep it so we can have fun together." I love my angel she is such a light in my life with or without money.<br> Thanks God!!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/03/03/we-won-the-lottery-5687213/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2009-01-08:/2009/01/08/happy-belated-new-year-5345804/Meggiebeeb2009-01-08T21:44:46+01:002009-01-08T21:44:46+01:00 <p>Sorry everyone I have neglected my blog, I bet no one noticed!<br> I suffered a terrible loss on Christmas Eve and most of my holidays<br> were consumed making funeral arrangements. He was such a good friend<br> and so young. My heart is still breaking for him. He was sick for so long<br> and he held my hand as he said goodbye. His family abandoned him because<br> he was not acceptable, his lover had better things to do then nurse him.<br> I had Christmas early for him in his hospice room and made all of my friends<br> come and give him tons of love and light. He had so much Reiki that day he said<br> he felt as though he was already floating in the universe. As he left he smiled at me<br> and my Lizzy as she snuggled by his side. His last words will I will always watch over<br> you both and thank you for seeing me off on my next adventure in the sky. Then he smirked and said you know those male angels are hot!! Farwell G I will always hold you in my heart. You know my heart really hurts I can't wait for time to heal this wound. All of my friends blogs have cheered me so thank you for still being here. I wish you all wonderful things this new year! XXOO <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2009/01/08/happy-belated-new-year-5345804/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-19:/2008/12/19/i-am-someone-s-regret-5246035/Meggiebeeb2008-12-19T15:24:30+01:002008-12-19T15:24:30+01:00 <p>Last night while shopping for last minute Christmas gifts with my daughter I ran into an old boyfriend whom I thought at one point I was going to marry.<br> I dated him for three years. In the beginning I wasn’t so keen on dating a man 13 years my senior, but he pursued me with beautiful cards, expensive dinners, gifts, and poems until I fell in love with him. He had a bit of an Oedipus complex and still lived with his parents (at 35 years old!!) His mother never thought I was good enough, she told me that I was ugly and didn’t have a good enough job. I was working as a wet chemist at a sewerage plant at the time and I hated my job as well. When I couldn’t continue on to Medical school due to my mother’s cancer crisis and my little 5 year old sister needing someone to care for her, I needed a job with benefits when I graduated college so I took it. It seemed to me once I really started to love him and become attached to him, he didn’t want me anymore. He was always so critical of me and I was always afraid to eat lest I gain any weight and afraid to speak my mind lest I offend. I never felt relaxed and when I was generous with someone he told me I was weak. My mother made sure I had zero self esteem so I was grateful I even had a long term boyfriend that had a good job and a college education. Yes I thought those things were important. The last draw was when I got pregnant and he looked at me with disgust and said, “I will tell my mother you trapped me, you stupid girl.” I was terrified, struggling to keep my apartment and pay my bills. I couldn’t face my parents and deal with the stigma of being an unmarried woman with a child so I panicked. I never thought it through I just scheduled an appointment for termination of the pregnancy and hurled a soul back into God’s face. After everything was done it started to sink in and I just wanted to die. I hated myself for being such a coward. I hoped God would punish me and never allow me to have another child. My heart still hurts every April thinking that I would have had a 16 year old son or daughter. I broke up with him shortly after because I hated him for abandoning me and pushing me to such an awful choice. He wanted to continue seeing me after the event and acted as if nothing happened. I just couldn’t look at his face anymore. When I ended things he thanked me and told me that I was never good enough for him and my job was an embarrassment to him and that I was too ugly. Well he was 5’ 6” weighed 135 lbs and was bald. Looking back at old pictures I was a goddess compared to him.<br> Anyway shortly after, I met my husband and fell in love right away because he was the only man I ever met that had the same kind and generous heart. The first time my friend introduced us he made a comment that I will never forget. He said that I reminded him of his sister. I asked if that was good and he said of course it is because she is smart and very beautiful. He loved me for me not for my face or my job, I was good enough for once in my life. He also gave me my precious daughter who is as sweet as she is beautiful. So as I stood in the aisle as this old bent man approached me I was shocked when he told me who he was and that he recognized me right away because I still looked the same 15 years later. He looked so sad, he had recently buried both parents and never married. He said that I was the best thing that ever happened to him and he regrets everyday the pain he caused me and losing me. He had tears in his eyes when he looked at my daughter and spoke to her briefly about her holidays. I felt so bad for him I didn’t know what to say except to wish him the best. For years I wondered what became of someone that threw me away so easily and I wanted him to suffer for it. Seeing him such a state breaks my heart and I hope that he finds his own happiness one day. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/19/i-am-someone-s-regret-5246035/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-09:/2008/12/09/my-tango-lesson-5191466/Meggiebeeb2008-12-09T18:55:36+01:002008-12-09T18:55:36+01:00 <p>Buenos Aires is so beautiful and the weather has been in the 70-80 F and cool in the evening.<br> My boss decided his asthma was too bad to sight see with me (due to the smog that is lingering here). Last night he gave me his business credit card and told me to go to the concierge to set up a tango lesson and have some fun. I was placed in a nice car that drove me to the Temple of Tango as it's known, El Viejo Almacén. It was truly a tourist destination. I was seated at a common table with other visitors and we were served a delicious dinner and watched the dancers. I asked when I was going to get my lesson. I was informed that after the dinner and the show the instructors would come out and lessons were included. The dancers were amazing the room dripped with sexual energy and I wanted to jump the guy sitting next to me. He was a hot Italian businessman but his uni-brow and extremely thick teeth threw me off a bit. From a distance he was gorgeous just like me <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0">!!! He kept staring at my breasts. They still look good and I am proud of them so I didn't mind I actually felt sexy!!<br> The moment of truth.......<br> The show was over and espresso served. The instructors assembled, men on the left and women on the right. I got one of the hottest teachers due to my younger age as I could walk faster than the others. Most of my fellow diners were over 60 and quite saggy!!! I was all set to get hot and heavy with the Tango as my excuse until Matias opened his beautiful mouth. Oh God the stench that flowed from his gut was like a dead raccoon rotting on the side of the road in the middle of summer. His breath made me throw up slightly in my mouth and you all know from reading my previous entries that my nose is very sensitive. So now add bile to the mix and you can guess I did not have such a good time. I guess eating all of that meat and thowing off millions of ketones affects the breath. This is one of the few times in my life I wish I couldn't smell. I tried to breath through my mouth only but it didn't work. I suffered through a few steps and claimed that I was too drunk to continue. I planned on getting a pitcher of Sangria as soon as I left the place. When he smiled and told me that he was free for the rest of the night I headed straight for the exit. I walked back to my hotel trying to get the stench out of my nose as I scolded it for being too sensitive. Bad Nose Bad Nose. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/09/my-tango-lesson-5191466/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-05:/2008/12/05/adios-i-m-off-to-argentina-5169322/Meggiebeeb2008-12-05T21:28:21+01:002008-12-05T21:28:21+01:00 <p>Well I will be getting on a plane at 10pm EST to head off to the land of Tango and Meat!<br> My little one is mad at me because I will be gone for one week aso I will be back in time for her birthday next Saturday. The time difference is only one hour so I won't have to worry about jet lag. I am sad, I don't want to leave my daughter. I am beginning to think that I have grown too attached. I used to travel so much when she was very little. I missed her then but this is different. Maybe our bond has grown stronger since we can communicate and share with each other.<br> I don't think I will tango or do anything fun because I will probably be on the phone running up a huge bill calling her while I eat room service. Will update if anything interesting happens I promise no more whining <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/adios-i-m-off-to-argentina-5169322/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-05:/2008/12/05/me-and-hashimoto-s-disease-5167745/Meggiebeeb2008-12-05T15:45:05+01:002008-12-05T15:45:05+01:00 <p>I have been suffering with Hashimoto’s disease for about one year and I know it has been longer but it took quite awhile to get diagnosed. The reason for the delay was insensitive cruel doctors that treated me like less than a human because I was obese. I was never overweight until about three years ago when I started gaining more and more weight. I didn’t change my eating habits or stop exercising and I began to worry what was going on. I went on starvation diets etc. When I started falling asleep at my desk and couldn’t wake up in the morning I knew something was going on. Then my hair started falling out in clumps and I really started to panic. My best friend did reflexology on me and told me something was wrong with my thyroid. I kind of thought she was being kind blaming my girth on glands to make me feel better. I was referred to an endocrinologist by my primary doctor and he said, “You are morbidly obese, stop eating and you will get your energy back, there is nothing wrong with you.” He never ran any tests. He said my hair falling out was for a dermatologist to deal with. I went to a dermatologist and was told that there was nothing wrong and I needed to lose weight. I wanted to scream I know I am a fat cow but I don’t know why I can’t lose weight and why I feel so awful all the time. I was in such despair hating myself for being a failure until I met my acupuncturist. He was also an MD and he treated me like a human being not a fat worthless loser. He ordered a ton of tests and I was finally diagnosed after my body attacked and destroyed half of my thyroid. I had zero T3 and T4 (which basically fuel your metabolism). When Dr Steuber told me that I had a true medical issue and that was the cause of my weight gain, fatigue, and hair loss I broke down and cried. He started prescribing different doses of hormone replacements and four months ago. I think I am finally getting the right dose now. I still sometimes get raging fevers at night but my hair has grown in and I havelost 53 pounds (without even trying!!!) I will never forget the way I was treated and I have new found empathy for those people out there that can not lose the weight. I never judged anyone for the way they looked because as I have said before in many of my posts I am no beauty. The saddest thing is when you are fat, you are invisible, and when people do see you they look down on you like you are less of a person. Now at my job people I never had dealings with are approaching me in the hallway and telling me how wonderful I look and what am I doing. I want to say thanks I am glad you approve and I am acceptable now. It just makes me appreciate the friends, loved ones and colleagues who always respected me and saw past my layers of fat. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/me-and-hashimoto-s-disease-5167745/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-05:/2008/12/05/the-day-the-penis-asked-for-a-raise-5167360/Meggiebeeb2008-12-05T14:05:38+01:002008-12-05T14:05:38+01:00 <p> I, the Penis, hereby request a raise in salary for the following<br> reasons: </p> <p> I do physical labor. </p> <p> I work at great depths. </p> <p> I plunge headfirst into everything I do. </p> <p> I do not get weekends or public holidays off. </p> <p> I work in a damp environment. </p> <p> I work in a dark workplace that has poor ventilation. </p> <p> I work in high temperatures. </p> <p> My work exposes me to possible contagious diseases. </p> <p> Sincerely, </p> <p> P. Niss </p> <p> THE RESPONSE: </p> <p> Dear Mr. Niss, </p> <p> After assessing your request, and considering the arguments you have<br> raised, the administration rejects your request for the following<br> reasons: </p> <p> You do not work 8 hours straight. </p> <p> You fall asleep after brief work periods. </p> <p> You do not always follow the orders of the management team. </p> <p> You do not stay in your designated area and are often seen visiting<br> other locations </p> <p> You do not take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in<br> order to start working. </p> <p> You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your shift. </p> <p> You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as wearing<br> the correct protective clothing. </p> <p> You will retire well before you are 65. </p> <p> You are often unable to work double shifts. </p> <p> You sometimes leave your designated work area before you have completed<br> your assigned task. </p> <p> And if that were not all, you have been seen constantly entering and<br> exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags. </p> <p> Sincerely, </p> <p> V. Gina </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/05/the-day-the-penis-asked-for-a-raise-5167360/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-12-04:/2008/12/04/i-hate-text-messages-5164738/Meggiebeeb2008-12-04T22:27:25+01:002008-12-04T22:27:25+01:00 <p>Let me start off by saying that I am behind the times when it comes to cell phones. My cell phone does not have a camera or access to the internet. It has simple numbers to dial like the original touch tone phones you plug into the wall. I have only two ring options. There are a few people in my life that used to talk to me and have conversations with me but now I guess I have fallen to their D list because they have reduced me to random texts here and there. Sometimes these texts require a response and in the beginning if my thumb was too tired to peck out a tedious response I would simple call the person to give them the answer. I would even leave a voice mail. They never picked up my calls and I know that they had their phone with them. It didn’t matter what the time of the day it was so the free minutes argument doesn’t hold water. I guess they have decided they just do not speak to me anymore. My insecurity starts in and the following thoughts go through my head: Is my voice offensive? Do I talk too much? Am I boring? I then get grounded and centered and remember that I am a good friend and I have many people that enjoy my conversations and look to me for a sympathetic ear. So the clods that have reduced me to text only can take their phones and their fancy keyboards and shove them up their a**. I don’t need to be talked at. If you want to contact me in the future call me.<br> Is it just me?? Has anyone else experienced the text only phenomenon?? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/12/04/i-hate-text-messages-5164738/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-26:/2008/11/26/memories-5112299/Meggiebeeb2008-11-26T16:13:06+01:002008-11-26T16:13:06+01:00 <p>Lately it seems everytime I go to an event where my daughter is singing with the children's choir I can not make it through the concert without tears streaming down my face and ruining my makeup. I am so grateful for my little one and so proud. I feel like my heart is going to explode with love sometimes and maybe the tears are the overflow valve. All of the children's little voices in song sound like a choir of angels to me and their tiny smiles when we clap for them just pushes me over the edge. I guess I am turning into a real sap as I age. Sometimes I am so embarassed. Do they sell pills that prevent tears??<br> I came across the picture that is now my blog avatar as I was cleaning out my computer of my Lizzy when she was 4 years old. She was so adorable that day on an open air train in the Amish Country. Sigh......they grow up too fast. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/26/memories-5112299/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-26:/2008/11/26/pregnant-turkey-story-5112070/Meggiebeeb2008-11-26T15:36:09+01:002008-11-26T15:36:09+01:00 <p> One year at Thanksgiving, my mom went to my sister's house for the<br> traditional feast. Knowing how gullible my sister is, my mom decided<br> to play a trick. She told my sister that she needed something from the<br> store. When my sister left, my mom took the turkey out of the oven.<br> She removed the stuffing, stuffed a Cornish hen, inserted it into the<br> turkey, and re-stuffed the turkey. She then placed the bird(s) back<br> in the oven. When it was time for dinner, my sister pulled the turkey<br> out of the oven and proceeded to remove the stuffing. When her<br> serving spoon hit something, she reached in and pulled out the little<br> bird. With a look of total shock on her face, my mother exclaimed,<br> 'Patricia, you've cooked a pregnant bird!' At the reality of this<br> horrifying news, my sister started to cry. It took the family two<br> hours to convince her that turkeys lay eggs!<br> Yep..................SHE'S BLONDE! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/26/pregnant-turkey-story-5112070/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-21:/2008/11/21/oh-no-three-pugs-are-on-the-way-5075771/Meggiebeeb2008-11-21T16:50:45+01:002008-11-21T16:50:45+01:00 <p>My poor brother who is an amazing carpenter got his thigh sliced open while working on a roof. Thanks to the freezing temperatures and the heat of the saw blade he didn’t bleed to death. He did have to have major surgery to re-attach the tendons and muscles and close the 30 cm gash. He can not move and needs to be still for 8 weeks. His wife works from 5:30 am – 7:30 pm and can not care for him and the dogs and he doesn’t have a bathroom on his first floor. Guess who volunteered!! My father refused because of the dogs so I agreed because I love my brother more than my basement floor. My basement is finished so they can live there for the next two months. It’s not that I don’t love Frankie, Ailee, and Stewie; I just can not stand the smell of them. (As I smell things for a living so I am super sensitive.) I also need to factor in the fact that my cat Lily tries to kill them when they come over. One time Lily cornered poor Ailee who thought if she didn’t look at the cat she wouldn’t be seen. It was so sad to see her shake I had to grab Lily before she clawed the little dear one. To make them feel more at home I will move Chi Chi my chinchilla to the basement because Frankie is in love with her. They stare at each other for hours through the cage and Chi Chi makes the cutest sounds it’s simply adorable. Out come the white sheets to cover the furniture to prepare for the arrival of my family. My daughter dragged out her tea set and many other dolls so she can take advantage of her uncle that can’t move. She heard a rumor that he used to play dolls with me when we are children. I hope he doesn’t forget how to put on the tiny shoes!!!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/21/oh-no-three-pugs-are-on-the-way-5075771/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-21:/2008/11/21/off-to-buenos-aires-in-sunny-argentina-5075649/Meggiebeeb2008-11-21T16:21:33+01:002008-11-21T16:21:33+01:00 <p>I am heading off to Buenos Aires for business after the holidays here.<br> There is a supplier that needs to get audited because we are finding lots of strange contaminations in their products. Thank God I am not a vegetarian or I would starve to death in the land of steaks. Last time I was there all I could find was meat, meat and more meat. I was looked at in horror when I was at a famous Asados (barbeque) place and had the nerve to ask if I could have some greens and a potato. My Spanish is quite good so I wondered at the looks until my colleague explained this is not the city for salads and potatoes. Many pitchers of Sangria were consumed because that is the only way I was able to get fresh fruit!! So I went on a red wine red meat binge for two weeks. It took a toll and I had to do the master cleanse for 15 days when I came home just to feel normal again. I did have so much fun that last trip 7 years ago because my lover who was my colleague also was with me in Buenos Aires. After our meetings and audits we danced and made love all night every night of the trip.<br> This trip we be all business as I will be with my boss. He looks like Kenny Rogers and a Yeti combined. He is grouchy and a terrible asthmatic. The weird thing is the travel center booked our hotel rooms in the same hotel I stayed in my last trip. What are the odds?? I hope I don’t get the same suite! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/21/off-to-buenos-aires-in-sunny-argentina-5075649/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-17:/2008/11/17/the-next-survivor-series-5051104/Meggiebeeb2008-11-17T13:43:23+01:002008-11-17T15:40:44+01:00 <p>Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and<br> 3 kids each for six weeks..<br> Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes.<br> There is no fast food.<br> Each man must take care of his 3 kids; keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework, and complete science projects , cook, do laundry, and pay a list of 'pretend' bills with not enough money.<br> In addition, each man will have to budget in money<br> for groceries each week. Each man must remember the birthdays of all their friends and relatives, and send cards out on time--no emailing. Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment and a haircut appointment. He must make one unscheduled and inconvenient visit per child<br> to the Urgent Care. He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function..<br> Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and keeping it presentable at all times. The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done. The men must<br> shave their legs, wear makeup daily, adorn himself with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep fingernails polished and eyebrows groomed.<br> During one of the six weeks, the men will have to endure severe abdominal cramps, back aches, and have extreme, unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from other duties.<br> They must attend weekly school meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon at the park or a similar setting. They will need to read a book to the kids<br> each night and in the morning, feed them, dress them,brush their teeth and comb their hair by 7:00 am.<br> A test will be given at the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the following information:<br> each child's birthday,<br> height, weight,<br> shoe size, clothes size<br> and doctor's name.<br> Also the child's weight at birth,<br> length, time of birth,<br> and length of labor,<br> each child's favorite color,<br> middle name,<br> favorite snack,<br> favorite song,<br> favorite drink,<br> favorite toy,<br> biggest fear and<br> what they want to be when they grow up.<br> The kids vote them off the island based on performance.<br> The last man wins only if.... ...he still has enough energy<br> to be intimate with his spouse at a moment's notice.<br> If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over<br> and over again for the next 18-25 years eventually earning the right<br> To be called Mother!</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/17/the-next-survivor-series-5051104/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-14:/2008/11/14/a-beautiful-act-of-kindness-5037005/Meggiebeeb2008-11-14T20:51:16+01:002008-11-14T20:51:16+01:00 <p>Marishka was my paternal grandmother that was taken from me far too soon. I often wonder how different my life would have turned out if she had lived longer. She died when I was eight years old and I remember crying for days. When they covered her coffin I refused to leave the grave and begged to be left alone. The funeral director that was driving the family limo carried me to the car and whispered in my ear. “One day you will ride in one of my limos on your wedding day.”<br> Nineteen years later I called him and asked if he remembered his promise. I explained that my parents were against my marriage and I was hurting financially trying to cover the wedding expenses. He knew me right away asked for the date, times, and locations I would need the limo for. The morning of my wedding, the most beautiful dark grey limo arrived with a friendly driver that refused even a tip. He explained that Mr. Murphy took care of everything and didn't want us to spend one penny and he was at our service the entire day. He even left a bottle of Dom Champagne along with a wedding card.<br> I remember thinking to myself a man that only knew a heartbroken little girl for less than thirty minutes celebrated her more than her own parents. God Bless you Mr. Murphy may you rest in peace I am eternally grateful to you. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/14/a-beautiful-act-of-kindness-5037005/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-12:/2008/11/12/my-father-looks-like-santa-clause-5025967/Meggiebeeb2008-11-12T21:19:21+01:002008-11-12T21:19:21+01:00 <p>It’s true he even has the permanent rosy cheeks and nose (they call it rosacia) but it works on him. It’s a shame he is such a selfish dick sometimes and so obvious on which children are his favorite. I bet you can guess I’m not one of them. </p> <p>My idiot brother lost his teaching job for doing something very stupid. He lost his license in all of the US and Canada. I think that is a bit excessive but he knew that there was a zero tolerance clause in his contract so I can’t take pity on him. He has been out of work for a month. You think he could get his lazy ass over to our grandmother’s house and help her out. Of course not! That is my responsibility. I am her lifeline and her connection to the rest of the world as well as her connection to the people I share DNA with. So this past Sunday I went early to do my duty (6am!) so my daughter could stay home and sleep a bit longer . In the midst of scrubbing and cooking, I happened to mention the facts about my brother to my gran and asked her to keep him in her prayers. All she can really do now is eat sleep and pray and she has about 50 rosaries so I figured I would give her some more purpose besides praying that I win the lottery! <br> Well this morning my father called me at work and started screaming at me, asking: Who do I think I am telling her that my brother lost his job? Now the whole family is going to know and that he should have been the one to tell her. I let him continue on until there was a pause. I simply said (in a sarcastic biting way) You’re Welcome. I then asked him if he was finished. He started up again and then the big mouth could not be restrained anymore. I said for the attention those clods pay to that woman who made their existence possible she will be long gone before the news spreads to any of them. I also said I needed to go back to work since I am a responsible grownup and know how to keep a job. I then told him, “Go yell at your precious little 32 year old boy that has never held a job in his life until you got him the one he F****ed up.”<br> Bomb dropped, I quickly hung up and got back to work! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/12/my-father-looks-like-santa-clause-5025967/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-10:/2008/11/10/update-from-the-land-of-flavors-and-fragrances-5015025/Meggiebeeb2008-11-10T21:37:04+01:002008-11-10T21:37:04+01:00 <p> If I am babbling through this blog it’s because I think I am high. I feel that little tingling numbness I used to get on rare evenings at the roadhouse with my friends and their massive crystal bong. They cut a hole in the living room ceiling so the top of the bong could stick through my friend’s bedroom floor!!<br> When the sun would come up in the morning the entire downstairs was bathed in rainbows. I have no idea where they got the thing but it was marvelous and their basement green house was always well stocked. </p> <p> I have just finished smelling 103 bottles of botanicals and chemicals used for perfuming and flavor formulations. I often wonder if I am slowly killing myself with this job I have been told that I am crazy and most flavorists and perfumers live to ripe old age. I still wonder….One of the people I work with has been here 30 years and told me that plant personnel that make large batches of perfumes never seem to last six months after they retire. He speculated that their bodies grow used to the chemicals and once they quit their body can not survive without them. I wonder if they will ever do a study about it.<br> I think the 2-methoxy-4-vinylphenol pushed me over the edge today. Our catalogue of raw materials is over 13,000! I am a sensory specialist meaning my nose helps pay the bills. At least this awful looking facial accessory paid off. I am glad I didn’t get the nose job I saved up for! Did you know that there is a 50% chance of losing your sense of smell after a nose job?? Thank God I used the money to go the Bath with a flight attendant friend of mine and flew business class both ways because she knew the crew. I paid 100.00 roundtrip for a standby ticket!! Of course I had to pay for everything else and the dollar always sucked compared to the pound so my money was gone very quickly. The Crown Pub was the best and right across the street from our bed and breakfast. I didn’t know I loved Guinness until I had it the right temperature!!!<br> I can’t believe I wrote so much nonsense!!!<br> Back to work the buzz is still on I hope it lasts. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/10/update-from-the-land-of-flavors-and-fragrances-5015025/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-11-05:/2008/11/05/they-say-the-us-made-history-yesterday-4988293/Meggiebeeb2008-11-05T12:55:28+01:002008-11-05T12:55:28+01:00 <p>Well Barak Obama was elected as the new African American President of the United States. I think he has really slighted the white family that raised him by failing to mention that he is bi-racial and not simply black. It must hurt the family that raised and nutured him to be denied any recognition. The father that gave him his dark skin left him when he was just two years old and went on to marry three other women and father seven other children and was not present in Obama's life. Maybe I am the only one that feels this way but I think it is wrong to keep hammering in on his genetics. I really hope he does some good for this country now that all of the campaining is over. I guess we will just have to wait and see. One last thought why does he call himself an African American? He did not immigrate from Africa? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/11/05/they-say-the-us-made-history-yesterday-4988293/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-27:/2008/10/27/does-anyone-miss-writinglettersanymore-4941798/Meggiebeeb2008-10-27T20:55:27+01:002008-10-27T20:55:27+01:00 <p>I was going through my desk he other day and I in the back of one of the drawers was my monogram wax sealer with some old sticks of sealing wax in with lovely flowers stamped on the side. I flashed back to my three pen pals. They were from Wales, Uruguay, and Senegal. I remember taking such time to compose my thoughts and how I carefully formed my letters into the most beautiful script. Then finishing them with the wax seal which announced my arrival. I showed my daughter how to seal a letter last night and she thought it was the most amazing thing. </p> <p>I really miss having a pen pal and hope that someday I will find someone that would like to exchange letters instead of email. I fear however that letter writing is now a lost art. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/27/does-anyone-miss-writinglettersanymore-4941798/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-24:/2008/10/24/amazing-easy-and-delicious-recipe-4925169/Meggiebeeb2008-10-24T15:42:11+02:002008-10-24T15:42:11+02:00 <p>I made this last night and shared some with my co-workers. Everyone loved it. Thought I share some warm comforting foods as the weather grows colder. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"></p> <p>Ricotta Spinach Pie</p> <p>1 refrigerated pie crust (half of 15-ounce package), room temperature<br> 1 teaspoon all purpose flour<br> 3 tablespoons butter<br> 1 medium onion, chopped<br> 1 10-ounce package frozen chopped spinach, thawed, squeezed dry<br> 1/2 teaspoon salt<br> 1/2 teaspoon pepper<br> 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg<br> 1 15-ounce container ricotta cheese<br> 8 ounce mozzarella cheese, grated<br> 1 cup grated Parmesan cheese<br> 3 large eggs, beaten to blend </p> <p>Preheat oven to 350°F. Unfold pie crust. Press out fold lines; if crust cracks, wet fingers and push edges together to seal. Sprinkle flour over crust. Place crust floured side down in 9-inch-diameter glass or ceramic pie dish. Fold edge under and crimp decoratively.<br> Melt butter in heavy large skillet over medium heat. Add onion and sauté until tender, about 8 minutes. Mix in spinach, salt, pepper and nutmeg. Sauté until all liquid from spinach evaporates, about 3 minutes.<br> Combine ricotta, mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses in large bowl. Mix in eggs. Add spinach mixture; blend well.<br> Spoon cheese mixture into pie crust. Bake until filling is set in center and brown on top, about 40 minutes. Let stand 10 minutes. Cut pie into wedges.</p> <p>Serves 6.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/24/amazing-easy-and-delicious-recipe-4925169/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-21:/2008/10/21/my-family-andmental-illness-4908870/Meggiebeeb2008-10-21T19:46:04+02:002008-10-21T19:46:04+02:00 <p>I am having a bad day today I feel on the brink of tears at any moment. I will blame it on the PMS and looking through old pictures.<br> I so far have not displayed any signs or symptoms of bi-polar disorder and I think am in the clear as I am past the age of onset.<br> I do sometimes think I suffer from delayed post traumatic stress disorder. </p> <p>I have watched my mother and two siblings suffer over the years with diagnosed and undiagnosed mental illness. Three years ago my father confessed that my paternal grandfather was committed for 6 months and my paternal aunt was also committed for one year for “depression and manic episodes”. I didn’t find this out until my baby sister was diagnosed bi-polar. My younger brother soon got his diagnosis shortly after my sister. My sister and brother manage their illness quite well and I know it was devastating to be diagnosed with a mental disorder because they are such wonderful brilliant people and fear the stigma linked with such a label. My brother self medicated for years with pot and cocaine. When he was up and manic marijuana helped him sleep and calm down. When he was in a depressive rut he snorted cocaine. When he hit bottom and was arrested he finally sought help. My little sister tried to take her own life. </p> <p>The only true psycho in my family that was never formally diagnosed was my mother. The irony of it all was she was an RN in a psychiatric hospital!!!!!!</p> <p>My mother was selfish, miserable, cruel, and cold as long as I can remember. Sometimes she was nice but it was reserved for her precious sons. We always knew she suffered from “depression.” I watched my other three sisters cower and take her verbal battering and physical abuse without a word. I guess I was stupid/crazy because I never accepted her treatment and told her so. I would sometimes distract her away from my weaker sisters as they silently bowed their heads and cried. I even told her once as an adolescent to leave if she hated us so much. I held my fists up to her face and dared her to hit me again. The breaking point when I was 14 I remember it as the hanger incident. No, it’s not a Mommie dearest recap. That day my mother decided that I was on drugs because I refused to cry when she screamed hit me repeatedly. I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction I thought to myself. She marched me up to her bedroom and told me to lie across the bed and then it started. I don’t know how long she lashed me but it seemed like forever and after awhile I didn’t feel anything. I still did not cry even though I could feel the blood running into my tee shirt under my sweater. I stood up and glared at her and asked her if she was satisfied. She freaked out and started crying that I was evil and sick. I walked downstairs and proceeded to cook dinner as my mother did not cook. When she did it tasted like shit. I took over cooking for 8 people at the tender age of 13. That night my father came home and patted me on the back while I was at the stove and noticed that I winced in pain. He asked me what was wrong and I said nothing. He noticed that my sweater looked wet (it was dark blue). The floodgates opened and between sobs I told him everything. He lifted up my top and pulled off most of the fused scabs and started screaming her name. I never heard my father scream in such a primitive fashion he usually growled in a deep low tone that could instantly bring tears. He ran to find my mother and grabbed her by the throat and pushed her into the wall. I want to clarify that my father never in the entire time before and after that day ever raised his voice to my mother or touched her. He told her that he wasn’t going to call the police because he didn’t want his children taken away from him. He then looked deep in her eyes and and said, “If you ever touch any of my children again I will kill you with my own hands. I was so scared and blamed myself. I wished for death. I ruined everything. My mother proceeded to punch and claw at my father telling him that I was evil and sick and needed help. He started crying and told her that he loved her but if she thought that about her own child then she needed the help. He asked me to come over and made her look at my bloody frail back. She then started screaming and crying and telling me she was sorry. She said that she didn’t understand why she hated me so much. After that day my mother never touched me again, she just got more creative with her words.<br> The saying sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can break my heart, should be taken more seriously.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/21/my-family-andmental-illness-4908870/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-16:/2008/10/16/an-adonis-in-the-garden-next-door-4883110/Meggiebeeb2008-10-16T21:32:40+02:002008-10-16T21:32:40+02:00 <p>I have just arrived home after my daughter’s ballet class. As I was pulling into the driveway my eye caught true beauty. It was Michelangelo’s David sculpture in a lovely tan flesh. I love art and enjoy gazing at another human that God chose to bless with such a lovely physical shell. Tossled dark brown hair, soulful eyes and washboard abs (shirt was off) stopped me in my tracks. I had to water my chrysanthemums so I had an excuse to enjoy little peaks here and there. As I was holding the hose I heard him speak my name. I was shocked, how did this demi-god know my name. I thought I was hearing things so I just went on watering. I then felt his flesh next to mine and he spoke my name again. I looked up and he smiled made him look even more wonderful and he laughed at my startles expression. He said, “Don’t you remember me?” I was thinking how in God’s earth could I forget! I apologized and said no. He then took me back 6 years ago when he was a young high school student looking for lawns to cut and I was his first customer and paid him the more than any other customer and was always kind to him. He told me I didn’t age one bit. Well I was floored to say the least. I asked him about University and he told me that he decided to work for his father’s landscaping business since he was the only son. I added that I guess that is how he got such a ripped body! Then I realized that I had said it out loud. I was three shades of red until he thanked me for the compliment. He asked me about my daughter and I called her outside to meet him. He was so sweet to her. He asked me about my marriage and I just smiled and said everything is fine. He told me that he was going to be building a wall around my neighbors’ garden for the next few months and he looked forward to chatting with me again. Today I cashed in some good karma and got to admire another human that is just as beautiful inside as he is on the outside. I had to develop wit and charm to make up for my horrid nose and witch like face. He could have been a dick and people would still admire him for his beauty yet he was so sweet. What a pleasant evening! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/16/an-adonis-in-the-garden-next-door-4883110/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-16:/2008/10/16/parkinson-s-is-absolutely-awful-4881060/Meggiebeeb2008-10-16T14:25:21+02:002008-10-16T14:25:21+02:00 <p>My grandmother is 84 and one of the sweetest women I know. When my mother was dying five years ago my grandmother knelt next to her bed and begged God to take her instead. You see my grandmother has five children and my mother was the only one that took care of her with me. She has 14 grandchildren yet I am the only one that makes the time to help. My father retired when my mother died as he was so devastated by the loss he couldn’t go on working. He has taken over the daytime doctor visits while I do the shopping cleaning and cooking once a week. My daughter is the only great grandchild that has any kind of relationship with this gentle soul. Sometimes I am tired and she is cranky and we just don’t want to go but I stop and think to myself, “Who else will?” Someday I may need someone and it will probably be the daughter I am teaching compassion and duty to now.<br> My grandmother’s name is Irene and she was so beautiful in her youth. Her painted wedding picture hangs in her apartment in her living room and my daughter always admires it and asks her to tell her the story of how she fell in love.<br> We sometimes need to call her on our cell phone as her hearing aids work better on the phone. It would look so ridiculous to someone looking in her window but some days it’s just easier.<br> My mother always despised me and treated me terribly. I was her ugly child and I had a big mouth. She never considered that my many ear infections damaged my hearing so I didn’t know how loud I was. When I was sad there were no arms to hold me and stroke my hair, just lectures about how life isn’t fair. When I could drive I started to see my grandmother more and she was the soft loving understanding mother figure I needed. She would marvel at my mother’s cruelty and could not understand. She would cook all of my favorite Polish comfort foods and surprise me after a hard day of college and work. She would slip me money now and then as my parents offered no financial support when I was in college. You see I was #2 out of 6 children and had to cook and clean, tend to my little sister who was 15 years younger than me.<br> It was hard paying tuition, my car, insurance, and RENT! Yes I had to pay my parents 200 dollars a month and watched them go out to dinner or hand it to my younger brothers so they could go out on dates!! (I still get pissed remembering the way my brothers were coddled and spoiled.) That is why I learned the art of sewing and knitting as I wanted nice things but couldn’t afford them.<br> Thank God I was a waitress at a very expensive restaurant and the college keg party silent investor. I had one friend in college as I was a commuter in a Pre-Med curriculum and didn’t have time. JJ was one of the most popular guys on campus and a Deadhead. He loved me the little preppy girl that sewed her plaid shirts and knit her own cable sweaters because he thought I was brilliant and amazing. He told me later that he thought I was a rich JAP when he first saw me in class. Some of his first words to me after I helped him in Physics class and gave him a ride home when it was raining were, “I can’t believe you are so nice, I thought you were such a snob.” I am still grateful for his friendship and love. Because of JJ I had fun once in awhile and met so many people.<br> Anyway back to grandmom………….</p> <p>Last year she started shaking a bit and complained that she couldn’t crochet as well anymore. She then started falling and tripping. My father was concerned and took her to a neurologist who confirmed Parkinson’s. She cried for three days knowing what it did to her sister. She asked, “Why can’t I just go back to God, William, and Natalie?”<br> “Why have they forgotten me?” The decline has been rapid, she lost sight in her left eye, her hearing is almost gone, and the tremors are debilitating. She doesn’t want to leave her apartment anymore as she is embarrassed. I offered for her to move into my home and I would set up a room on the first floor but she has refused. She doesn’t want to trouble me further and wants her independence. She has been so depressed lately. The only one that can bring the glint back into her eyes is my daughter. I have observed that every time my daughter touches my grandmother she stops shaking. Lizzy now sits next to her with her little hand on my grandmother’s knee when she is eating so she can reach her mouth without assistance. I always knew my Lizzy was blessed with special gifts and I always nurture her psychic and healing abilities. Her chakras were opened and she was attuned by a Reiki master when she was 5 years old. I am a Reiki practitioner as well and work on my grandmother after the cooking and cleaning is done. She says it helps her sleep without despair. I feel the end is near and I will be grateful her suffering will end. I had a wonderful relationship with her and so many fond memories. I love her enough to let her go. I don’t think we will inform the others as they don’t care about her now. Why would they care about her death? I can see them now at the viewing beating their chests with copious tears lamenting their selfish stupidity. I might say things with my “big” mouth that would dishonor her and I don’t want to. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/16/parkinson-s-is-absolutely-awful-4881060/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>tag:meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk,2008-10-10:/2008/10/10/80-of-women-are-wearing-the-wrong-bra-size-4851193/Meggiebeeb2008-10-10T17:22:48+02:002008-10-10T17:22:48+02:00 <p>I can’t believe that I have been wearing the wrong bra size for over 25 years!!<br> Last night I had it with constantly adjusting the monsters and trying to keep them in place. I had enough and went to the “specialty shop” I thought it was invented for circus freak boobs but boy I was wrong. The woman was amazing and told me that 80% of women are wearing the wrong size and that the average woman is a 36DD. She said that the media has made DD to seem so huge but it’s a myth. I was measured and it was found that Instead of a 42 DD I am actually a 38G! This shop had the most beautiful lingerie from a company called Bravissimo. No white industrial ugly pieces just sexy beautiful bras and I couldn’t believe it they all had panties to match. The sales lady handed me a beautiful cream lace number and for the first time my full round breasts were held high and firm. They looked so amazing and if you can believe it they appeared smaller, my sweater fit so much better and I looked totally different. My waist looked thinner and my back straighter. </p> <p>Before this discovery, I felt that I was doomed to wear white, cream, or black minimizer bras that squeezed me and I still popped out of the top and hurt by the end of the day. </p> <p>Go get fitted or go online to Bravissimo.com they have a guide on how to find the proper size. My breasts are so happy today, (no underwire pain!) </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://Meggiebeeb.blog.co.uk/2008/10/10/80-of-women-are-wearing-the-wrong-bra-size-4851193/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>