Is it a tablecloth or a collar?

So the picture isn't that clear, I think you get the point. It spands the entire upper half of my body. For those who are lost as to why I posted this ridiculous picture, it was in reply to Sheri's post on outfits we would never wear again.

Sisters

These are my beautiful, younger sisters. They are great people, spunky even. With each of these girls comes a VERY different personality but a killer smile.

Sadie (left) is the youngest. She is sassy to the bone, very independent, and surprisingly sensitive. Don’t approach her with orders or criticism, she won’t stand for it. Be careful, what comes off as defiant and independent hides her very loving and sweet side. More people should take to the time to get to know this fabulous girl with a big heart, and contagious laugh.

Megan (right) holds the title of “Most Gullible” in our family. She would give you every dime in her pocket and her left arm if she thought you needed it. She has a very tender heart, and temper that can make your hair stand on ends and frighten small animals. What she lacks in common sense she more than makes up for in brain power.

In fact, both these girls have smarts out the yang.
So, am I protective of these girls….try me. There is no place on earth you could hide from the wrath-o-deva if someone were to try anything, but that is only if they would let me.

Speaking of George

Vegas wedding to my best guy friend.....oh yeah!

Reclaiming my life.

I know, I keep making excuses for my long absence.
To inform all those who care... Now that the tears and frustration are on the decline, I can share with you some changes of the past month. After what can be termed as a very emotional and stressful time, I have decided to change jobs.
I haven't been overly happy with the work situation and I decided to do something about it. Everyone involved has been very supportive and helpful, which as been the biggest blessing.
I'm still working at Harris, but with a different job description. It's a new start, in efforts to reclaim my life.
I will return to blogging on a regular basis as my excitement for the upcoming holiday season builds.
Not to mention my upcoming trip........

On the road again

Tomorrow afternoon Sheri and I are headed home for the holidays. We expect there to be some road delays, and we want to be prepared. We have the music for the trip, but we would welcome any suggestions for games or entertainment to pass the time.

Raviolli Day less than a week away!

Did you know that Thanksgiving is my most favoritest holiday?
Spending time with the family, eating until our face hurts, and then letting the food lull us to sleep. This holiday has nothing to do with gifts, at least not with the kind to put under a tree. Family is gift enough. I'm getting very excited!

Return to the Land of Blog

I have escaped....I am on the run from my captors. Somehow I managed to break away from the band of rogue pirates that have held me captive and forced me to remain
non-communicato from all my friends. Life was tough living among this band of thieves and vagrants, forced to live a life of slavery and solitude.
I was without food and water for 3 days, forced to live off the dung of monkeys and small (slightly poisonous) berries.
One day, while on the search for food, we came upon mythological sheep dog named Rodney. Rodney claimed to know a path that would lead me out of the jungles of Pinopole. Seeing as I was suffering from delusions associated with prolong starvation, I trusted the friendly sheep dog. Little did I know that Rodney was the leader of a secret society of estranged jungle creatures and were using me as bait to overthrow my previous captors. The first night, as I lay huddled in a corner, wrapped in rags used to mop the floors, I developed my plan of escape. As soon as the others gathered at the river in the morning for their morning chant of "Circle of Life" I would flee to the outer edges of the jungle and hitch a ride.
All went according to plan, except that the first car that stopped to carry me to freedom we my original captors....my luck. Luckily they had themselves eaten too many of the poisonous berries and were all very ill. This was my chance. I could run and leave them behind, but my conscience would not let them suffer. I quickly administered the antidote that I always keep in my pocket for occasions such as this. Everyone was so grateful, that they let me go. And now, after all this time, I have found my way back to blogging again.

First Day of School.....kinda

Today I started my month long adventure at a clinic in Fort Worth. It is always interesting and nerve racking to start working at a new place. It feels like the first day of school, wandering around lost, hoping that someone will notice the absent look on your face and politely point you to the restroom.

How do you feel about feet? I can't say that i'm completely disgusted by them, but I'm not crazy about touching the feet of strangers, even if it is for the greater good of their health.
People with diabetes have many problems with foot care. They lose feeling in their feet, step on something, and it becomes infected without them noticing until they start smelling funk. This is not somthing that is particularly good on an empty stomach, or on a full stomach for that matter.

Anyway, so that is what I'm doing this month. I'm sure that this environment will provide many interesting stories.

Still Alive

I wish I could blame the craziness of life for not posting anything lately, but that just isn't true. I'm lacking a sense of direction, and with that comes the feeling of being lost. Not such a great feeling. I have spent the past while doing much reflection on where I am, where I want to be, and how to get there. I'm putting too much emphasis on expectations and not on what is really important. Problem identified, solution to follow.

This weekend, Sheri and I made the drive home for her to surprise her dad for his birthday and for me to....be happy. If you don't know by now, I'm crazy about my family. They are great, each one with very different personalities, faults, and uniqueness. There is never a dull moment at the Sandroni house.