tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138068732012-01-20T16:06:16.349-06:00This is a world I visit when insomnia meets inspiration (yeah, right!)Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-4731566781530503422011-12-23T02:36:00.002-06:002011-12-26T10:35:54.504-06:00

(updated 12-26-11) My brother uploaded a bunch of pictures to Facebookthe other night and how convenient that itincluded a picture of the 1977 Lincoln Town Carmentioned in this blog. I did not escape childhood, or even young adulthood for that matter, unscathed. In fact, my dad had a yellow 1977 Lincoln Town Car (which I later failed my driver's license test in) and as part of all it's

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(edited 12-26-11) At least I remain true to form and neglect my blog consistently.  That said, for the sake of a blog post attributable to insomnia, here is a list of things I want for Christmas - in no particular order.  1.  Fuze needs to bring back Green Tea with Honey - not the crap with Ginseng in it.  I understand it's still available in the northeast, but bring it back to Amarillo,

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It feels like I only blog when I'm sad or angry. This post definitely falls into the sad category. I received a call Monday evening from a dear friend, DJ Stubben, letting me know that a mutual associate of ours had passed away.  Throughout the evening I thought a million different thoughts and felt a million different emotions. I checked Facebook and Twitter, hoping it wouldn't be true. But in

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It's been two month's now since I left the comfort, security and steady paycheck of working for someone else. While I no longer have the security and steady paycheck, I've upgraded in the area of comfort, especially since I'm working from my home. With that, here are the "Top Ten Reasons I Love Being Self-Employed." I have the best coworkers in the world - Greta & Dexterette. I can work in my

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Took hundreds of pictures during our trip to Taos over the Labor Day weekend - here's a slideshow of a few of my favorites.  I tried to regulate the timing of the slides but haven't quite figured that out yet - so hit the pause button if you want to look at one picture longer than others - or miss my quippy captions.  Hope you enjoy!

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Now that ten years have passed, everyone is asking where you were, what you were doing, on the morning of 9/11/01. Five years ago I told my story here on Hoppin' Thoughts. A lot of the links are no longer working, but the story is still the same. So, if you're in a reflecting mood, click HERE for what I wrote five years ago. Plus, you'll notice a corresponding new blog poll in the upper right

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Thank you to everyone who visited my blog to read the "Top Ten Reasons I Love Craig Ferguson." I just can't believe I left Sid off my Top Ten List. Criminal! I especially appreciate Josh Robert Thompson, the voice of Geoffrey Peterson, for sharing my blog on his Facebook page. Between that and a link from the Robot Skeleton Army News site, my blog has never seen so many hits. Whew! Sure, my

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Word is out so I might as well confess ... I'm addicted to "The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson."  I'm not sure when or how it began, but my gut aches constantly from the tremendous amount of laughter that results from watching my favorite late night funny man, Craig Ferguson.  Some women are attracted to men with money.  Others are attracted to those with a great sense of humor.  Guess which

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But we're not going to talk about the business aspect of baseball.  This is emotional ... I haven't cried this much over baseball since Bobby Cox retired last year as manager of my beloved Atlanta Braves.  You see, the King's Houston Disastros are cause enough for me to cry because ever since we moved from Georgia to Texas six years ago, his games are on ALL of our TVs ALL the time. There

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Once upon a time when I had time ... I may have been unemployed then ... I started this blog and had themes for each day of the week ... sort of ... and Mondays were typically Musical Mondays. But, with all the big summer blockbusters splashing the screen this past weekend, I thought I'd take Mondays in a new direction. So, welcome to the first edition of Monday Movie Musings. Now, about those

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Have you missed me?  I've missed you.  But don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you.  In fact, I've thought of you often, my dear, sweet blog.  Many a night I lie awake and concoct blog posts in my mind, too lazy to make it to the computer and post in a timely, consistent manner as normal folk do, I suppose.  Regardless, let's take a few minutes to analyze why my posts have been few and far

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Have you ever noticed some people get depressed at certain times of the year?  Well, this is my time of year. Today would have been my mother's 68th birthday and next week is Mother's Day.  For me, this time of year sucks.  So please, don't tell me to have a Happy Mother's Day.  Besides, I have cats, not children. I always seem to write some blog in honor of my mom, probably in an effort to

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It has been an extremely long time since I can remember getting as giddy as I did last Tuesday when I went to purchase Duran Duran's new album, "All You Need Is Now," on its release date. In fact, it's been years since I've meandered out on a Tuesday to purchase any album on its release date. But, for reasons we can probably attribute to Facebook, I needed this album and I needed it on a physical

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Why is it when I want to write for myself I'm tied up writing for everyone else?  Oh, because that's my job!  Good enough.  Thought it was time to stop neglecting the blog, so here goes ... You'll notice the new blog poll in the upper right hand corner of the page.  Is Donald Trump a good candidate for the U.S. Presidency?  Heck, I don't know.  I do know I would prefer a businessman over a

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Look at that nose.  No wonder boys "oinked" at me. I think I eventually grew into it. As you get older, guess what?  You have more to reflect upon ... and I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately, leading up to today's big 42.  Maybe I should not stand in front of so many mirrors.  Okay, bad jokes aside, here's my "Birthday Blog." I've never understood why our birthdays are any more

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Hash, as a verb, means to bring up again for consideration; discuss, esp.in review: At the class reunion they hashed over their college days. So, why do I bring up hash? Because I made hash earlier this week.  As a noun, hash is a dish of chopped meat and vegetables.  Mine included brisket, carrots, potatoes, peas, onion and garlic.  I don't enjoy cooking and don't do it often, but when I do, I

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I hope you have a chance to read this from heaven, given the fact that I never got to officially say goodbye.  So, here goes ... Thank you for being my friend.  Thank you for introducing the phrases "crack ho" and "cookie hooker" into my vernacular. Thanks for getting the job I was supposed to get.  That's right.  We both applied for the General Assignment Reporter position at The

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((This was written early in the morning on Tuesday, Sept. 28.)) When my mom was alive, she and her sisters would make what I call an annual pilgrimage to the ultimate Sin City, Las Vegas.  She was always a winner.  She’d bring me back tokens from Caesar’s Palace.  I just didn’t get it.  I’ve never gotten it.  I’ve never had a desire to go to Las Vegas.  So, where am I?  Vegas, baby! The

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This was written at 1:30 p.m. Texas time on Sunday, Sept. 26, 2010. What happens in Vegas, we may never know! Most people take the direct flight Southwest offers from Amarillo to Las Vegas, but not me! I can’t remember, but I don’t think the flight times were conducive to my work-related conference schedule so, instead, American Airlines was the next best choice. That required a flight that

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Have I ever shared the story of how the King and I were late to our own wedding?  For those who don't know, it's a fairly amusing story that merits repeating, especially today.  Happy 7th Anniversary my KING!!! For those of you who don't already know, the King and I met through modern means - on the Internet - thanks to our affection for Phil Collins music.  It took the King nearly five years

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All I can say is I really wish I had a picture. Background: We've had a turkey in the freezer since the holidays and last Sunday it was time to cook it.  I'm not a turkey fan, but I must admit, this was not only the best damned turkey I've ever cooked, but the best one I've ever eaten, too.  When all was said and done, the King and I picked the turkey from the bones and stored it in a large

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Remember my Uncle Billy from the last post?  He's an amazing human being and I really enjoyed the time I got to spend with him over the Independence Day holiday.  During one of our deeper conversations - the ones that weren't about how no one else knows how to drive but us - we shared a lot of memories - especially those of our parents.  One thing Uncle Billy stressed was the importance of 

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This was written July 4, 2010 I watched an episode of “House” a while back that was called “Rooms.” The gist of the storyline was that our lives are about the rooms and the people we end up with in those rooms. I went to family reunion - on my mom's side - this weekend and basically, I was in a lot of different rooms with a lot of different people. It was all good and lots of memories were

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Grace is not my middle name.  I'm accident-proned.  Some of you may recall from my Facebook posts that a few weeks ago, while on vacation, I took a spill on some pavement, ripping a hole in a new pair of jeans, taking a chunk of skin off my right knee, scraping the palm of my right hand and spraining my left ankle.  I'm just about recovered from the ghastly wounds. The other day the King and I

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So, I missed Musical Monday yesterday.  Let's just consider this Tuesday Tunes.  As much as I love music, there is some music that I absolutely cannot stand.  The two main offenders are Bon Jovi and John Mayer.  I absolutely loathe almost everything they have ever put out.  I'll turn the TV off if one of their videos comes on and I run for the search and destroy button if they even dare to show

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It's not what you think!  A long time ago the King and I took a compatability quiz which said we were both best suited to have hermit crabs as pets.  So, we have crabs.  Geranium and Tulip.  We've had them for almost two years now, if memory serves me correct, and we thought Tulip was NEVER going to molt.  Then, the other week, it finally happened.  After burrowing herself and remaining

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Back when I was unemployed, by choice, I started this blog and had lots of fun with various topics and I think one was called Tuesday's Tunes, or something like that.  Well, in the spirit of getting back into the habit of posting, let's kick off Musical Monday. In recognition of Genesis' recent, yet long-overdue, induction into the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame, I think I'll review a few of my

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Although I do a terrible job of keeping my blog current, I love to write.  So much so that I would love to make a living at it once again.  To that end, I held a contest amongst my Facebook friends to come up with the perfect name for my business.  One of the guidelines was that it had to be a name with an available Web domain.  Of the more than 90 submissions, here are my favorites: That's

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Let it be known that my next vehicle will be a truck.  A big truck.  A big truck with 4-wheel drive. It was billed as the weather event of the century and, so far, so true.  Sleet started blanketing the highways early this morning, at the very least around 5 a.m.  The King awoke to the sound of icy rain smacking the bedroom windows.  It was the kind of day that couches, snuggly blankets,

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I haven't been keeping up the blog so well thanks to a social networking site called Facebook.  Speaking of which, befriend me if you haven't already. It's an annoying, yet great, tool for keeping in touch with friends and family. The King and I have been together 12 years now, married for six.  Shocking that I was able to coerce someone into putting up with me.It's been 10 years since my

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For the last several weeks, perhaps months, I have severely lacked motivation. Things I have not had the motivation to do include: Work Vacuuming Ironing Blogging Reading Watering plants Movement Physically and mentally I have had little desire to do anything. Is it a sign of depression and if so, what do I have to be depressed about? I went through a similar "phase" just more than four

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If someone honked at you last week, it was most likely me. It was most likely because I didn't like how you were driving. I almost got killed by two different idiots last week.  The first one was a person using a center turn lane to merge.  The turn lane is not for people entering the roadway.  Rather, it's for people exiting the roadway.  Obviously, no one in Amarillo got that memo.  Worse yet

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A couple of weeks ago an egocentric, over-the-top tree hugger appeared on Wife Swap in one ऑफ़ the most bizzare voyages I've ever taken on television. During this particular episode, Stephen Fowler bragged about his high IQ (158), and perhaps, rightfully so. You may notice that my fabulous cousin commented below that the video link I posted was no longer working. A quick trip back to YouTube

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I watch Wife Swap because it's one of those shows that really makes me feel good about myself and the life I enjoy. Through the years, the show has exposed the King and I to some terribly odd cretins out there and it's scary to know these people walk amongst us - could even be our neighbors. As disturbed as some of these episodes and the families they feature have left me, none have hit a nerve

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-21330146818596519442009-01-31T06:38:00.006-06:002012-01-12T15:59:01.071-06:00

Considering that it's been more than a month since I last posted, I'm sure some of you are disappointed with the title of today's blog entry. Don't be. This is such an important tISSUE that I felt so compelled to get off my lazy butt and actually blog about it. First, we must establish that I am an authority on this subject. You see, I grew up in a household where both my parents smoked with

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2008 has been a really busy year.  I thought by working my butt off and trying my best to get along with others, good things would come my way.  My life has constantly proved the lyrics of some song that say something to the effect of "You Don't Always Get What You Want" to be disturbingly accurate.So what was it I wanted?  Respect in the workplace?  Sure!  A raise based on superb job performance

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A few years ago I was "pressured" into joining MySpace just because all my coworkers seemed to be on it.  But it was too confusing to me with all the different layouts and various elements you could add.This past week, however, my cousin invited me to join Facebook and sadly, I must admit, I'm addicted.  The layout and features are clean and easy to understand.  The ability to comment and share

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The happy report is that the King's brother, known as BOY, and his wife, known as BREAD, gave birth last night to their first loaf. I have a niece and six nephews on my side but this is the King's first full-blooded nephew. Congratulations to Boy & Bread! The sad is two-fold. First, one of our friends and beloved Cat Sitter lost her precious cat of 15 years a week ago. Like us, she has no

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I always suspected Greta of being Republican.

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Did you watch the vice presidential debate last night between Alaska Governor Sarah Palin and Delaware Senator Joe Biden? What were your observations? Did the debate help you reach a decision on the candidates? If you didn't watch, why not? Usually, I eat this crap up. I love watching the political process unfold. For me, though, last night's debate was a bit of a yawn fest. I didn't watch it

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I was just catching up on Cats Meow's blog and noticed where she was wanting a black cat on Sunday. As fate would have it, she stumbled across the opportunity to save one on Monday. Happens to us cat people, doesn't it? In her post, Cats states "The fate of the little black kitten, if left where we found him, would be certain death." This reminds me of when I rescued Dexterette from a similar

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Have you missed me? I've been so busy these last few months that I haven't had a chance to even write a short post. Here's a quick update along with some random thoughts. First, one of my most favorite people in the whole world, my Uncle Jim, passed away last month. He was my mommy's big brother and he had the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. My heart hurts for my Aunt Pat and my cousins.

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I planned to spend this afternoon in house-cleaning madness. I even lined up a coworker's daughter to come over at 1 to take part in the frenzy. The last time I invited her over with the lure of $10 an hour (for a 16-year-old), she did not show up. The mom called me several hours after the fact to let me know that the daughter went out the night before and hadn't returned home yet. But really

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I hope each and every one of you had a wonderful Independence Day yesterday celebrating the nation's birthday. During the course of the day, I asked my husband what Fourth of July was his his most memorable or favorite. I was going to take it a step further and ask about his least favorite fourth but I started thinking about my own and decided not to go there ... then something unexpected

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I just had a chance to catch up on the Cats Meow blog and noticed that Cats just celebrated her first year of blogging. That made me curious about my own blogging endeavors. As it turns out, HoppinThoughts celebrated its 3rd Anniversary June 1. I remember posting a lot when I first started blogging. It was all new and exciting to me. Plus, I was, through my own choice, unemployed at the time

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I realize that only four people have voted in this week's poll (to the right) but it really does amaze me that two voters feel that Amarillo is ahead of the times. If you're one of those two voters, I encourage you to post a message below. Share with me in what ways you feel Amarillo is ahead of the times. Are you talking about education, income, infrastructure, economy? Then provide examples

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You can tell how busy my actual work and life loads are based on how often I blog. Please forgive me! First to Cats - I'm sorry I couldn't make it the jewelry party last week - much fun was had at the Chamber Fiesta - I got overheated though and couldn't embibe in the endless and available alcohol. Sadness. To Dick - I forgot to bookmark your new Web site so now I'm not sure how to access it.

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Remember when I wrote there would be a series of posts regarding travels the King and I made across the West Texas Panhandle? Well, we begin today with a dining experience. By the time we were ready for lunch last Saturday afternoon, we found ourselves in Clarendon. We couldn't find the dude ranch on the outskirts of town that offered a chuckwagon-style meal. So, we found ourselves at the

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There's not enough time in the day, let alone week, to catch you up on everything that's going on in a world I've come to call Hoparillo. Here's the best I can do. Some posts to look forward to this week (though they'll be a tad dated) include: Father's DayA West Texas Day Trip (a posting series event)Women are AmazingListening Lounge (return of an early blog feature)Today, though, I'd like to

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In trying to do our part for Mother Earth and to save money, we reuse our plastic water bottles. I run hot water through them and scrub the cap area and then we refill with water from our Brita water filter. It's worked out nicely. Lately though we've tinkered with the idea of switching over to a water dispenser since we don't have one of those fancy gadgets on our refrigerator. One of the

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For my psychology friends out there ... let's test your skills. What do you know about DPD? Here's a clue from Wikipedia: The word depersonalization itself was first used by Henri Frédéric Amiel in The Journal Intime. The July 8, 1880 entry reads: "I find myself regarding existence as though from beyond the tomb, from another world; all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body

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Despite taking sleeping medication, I suffered from insomnia all last week. It wasn't until Saturday night that my body decided sleep wasn't such a bad idea. In fact, according to the King, I fell asleep about the time my body hit the bed. I woke up a few times here and there but the best part about this sleep is that I stayed in bed until about 1 o'clock Sunday afternoon. I didn't fall asleep

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June 2, 2002. I wrote this two weeks ago. It's riddled with errors and I keep changing tense. I apologize to all those English teachers who gave me an A but I'm too tired to edit right now. Let's all - and by all, I mean Cats - be thankful I'm actually posting. After all folks, it's a commitment! May 19, 2008 I've been a registered voter since the first day I could vote. In those 20-plus

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"So, what's a divorce ring?", (I think my punctuation needs some work) Cats asked. The husband is curious too. I better blog. Two Fridays ago, Cats introduced me to a wonderful wine bar that I could easily frequent often. She also introduced me to a friend of hers who was an absolute delight. The three of us girl-chatted for much longer than I had told my husband I would be gone - imagine that

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I was trying to find a particular picture of my mommy to post today. The one above isn't it but that's okay. Today would have been her 66th birthday. I couldn't find a picture but I did find a birthday card my younger sister and I must've given her when we were in our early teens. I also came across her baby book. Only the first page was filled out. My mom did a little better - I think I made

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Several months ago I was researching something - can't even remember what it was - but somehow my search led me to this wonderful Blog - maintained by a group of female mystery writers. It's called The Lipstick Chronicles. Because of personal and professional obligations, I haven't had the time and energy to keep up my own blog let alone read anyone else's - except Cats', of course. Today,

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-60169289871808100452008-04-26T22:22:00.004-05:002008-04-26T23:15:56.840-05:00

For someone as vocal and opinionated as I am, it's hard for me to put into words my thoughts regarding women and boob jobs. I bring up the topic because about six or so months ago, an associate of mine basically celebrated turning 50 by getting herself a boob job. Now I learn a friend of mine is conquering her mid-life crisis by celebrating her 40th birthday with ... you guessed it - a boob job.

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Many moons ago a very dear friend of mine asked me to use my blogs to help market the wonderful music of her very talented son. I'm slow to respond but here it is, the latest news from a young man who once babysat cats for me - Brend Lindley! New Music from BRENT! My new CD is called "AMERICAN HANDS." Order your copy today by going to this link: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/brentlindley3Sound

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Not only do I steal packets of Splenda from every restaurant I visit, I also steal blogs. Today, I steal from Cat's Meow. She posted a list of questions which I have copied and pasted below. I have added my responses to those questions. Hey, at least I'm making an attempt at a blog. In the meantime, would you like me to blog about: An April Fool's prank that eventually came trueGlobal

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Although my job is exhausting, I basically love it ... especially compared to my previous job. Do you love your job? Yes: 3 (50%) No: 1 (16%) It pays the bills: 2 (33%) Work? What's that? 0 (0%) With six votes cast, thus endeth the poll. Please draw your attention to the upper right hand corner of this blog page to vote in this week's poll.

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Ever since 2008 kicked its merry little self off, I've been busier than a cat licking its ... Well, let's never mind that analogy. That said, it was nice to wander beyond the Amarillo city limits two Saturdays ago, even if it was to the bustling metropolis of Hereford, Texas. Now, for you Yankee folk who may never make your way down to these parts, here's the Hereford blurb from Wikipedia:

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Okay, so I admit, I've used my blog space on many an occassion to express my disappointment in the male species. Truth be told, I have the best husband on the planet. I had a rough, long week at work last week and it all kind of mounted to a head come Friday. But being the wonderful husband he is, the King could sense I needed a trip to one of my favoritist places - Beef O'Brady's! The key

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I made it a point to leave work at a decent time today. I had pent-up anger towards Amarillo's poor supply of quality healthcare (rage-filled post forthcoming) and decided, thanks to nice weather, to take it out through my bike, which I haven't been on in about a year. Things were going great, as I pedalled merrily throughout the neighborhood only to discover my next point of travel included a

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Where have I been? Probably the same place you've been. Working my butt off at work only to come home too tired to wash the dishes, vacuum and catch up on a week's worth of newspapers.The week before last I was stricken with a bad cold. After finishing off the antibiotics and Mucinex, I had to finish fighting off the flem all on my own.Just as I was finishing up the cold, I was beaten up by a

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Okay, I need your opinion. Say you're trapped under a laptop and can't get up. You ask your husband (otherwise known as MAN) to get you a small slice of chocolate loaf. As he gets up, he pats your butt. Would you think he was implying you did not need a slice of chocolate loaf? Or would you shrug it off and let him live another day? I got a feeling the MAN will respond to this one. I love

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Last week I celebrated my 39th birthday and I realized something pitiful about myself - the favorite part of my birthday is the attention I get - and I didn't get any at work and for some reason, I thought it was horrible. Everywhere else I've ever worked, birthdays were a big deal. Plus, they've made big deals out of everyone else's birthday and all I really wanted was for more than 2 people at

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The results are in and I am satisfied with the results. Here's how you voted and be sure to vote on the new poll in the upper right hand corner of this blog. What's your favorite gaming system? Sony Playstation 3 0 (0%) Microsoft's X-Box 360 0 (0%) Nintendo Wii 3 (75%) Atari 1 (25%) Votes so far: 4 Poll closed

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It's January 20 so it must be my "big" sister's birthday! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! At least we don't have to share cakes and parties any more!

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For everyone who visited the Idol America blog I wrote last year for the Amarillo Globe-News Web site, have no fear. Idol America has a brand new home right here on Blogger - so set this page as one of your favorites. Visit often and share your thoughts as we review each night's show together. A catalogue of last year's posts will be added to the site soon too so be sure to peruse those and see

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The poll is closed and results are in ... I smell a hanging chad somewhere. Regardless, here's what we came up with: Which Amarillo restaurant is your favorite? Ye Olde Pancake Station 1 (16%) Beans N Things 1 (16%) Cafe Marizon 2 (33%) Carolina's 0 (0%) Other 2 (33%) What I want to know is for the people who voted "Other", what Amarillo restaurant is your favorite?

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Which of the following does your doctor say is right for you? 0 (0%) Viagra 1 (14%) Lipitor 2 (28%) Cymbalta 0 (0%) Singulair 4 (57%) Flinstone Chewables

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6:25 p.m., Friday, Jan. 4 The Husband just informed me that I had gross mispellings thorughout this post so now I'm attempting to correct my errors born from insomnia. 2007 was a very different year for me both on a personal and a professional level. The next few days I'll review the events that left me physically and emotionally drained throughout 2007 and a few events that led to the dreadful

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Photo by: Kevin C. Cox/Getty Images The No. 5 Dawgs showed plenty of bite in a 41-10 Sugar Bowl victory over Hawaii's Warriors.Go Georgia Bulldogs! Go Georgia Bulldogs!Sic 'em!WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOFABJ, '92, University of Georgia/Henry W. Grady School of Journalism and Mass Communications.

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How much would you pay for the Camry? $4,000 0 (0%) $3,000 0 (0%) $2,000 2 (66%) $1,000 1 (33%) Votes so far: 3 Poll closed

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On March 11, 1997, I purchased this beautiful, green 1995 Toyota Camry LE. It had 39,790 miles on it. It was beautiful. Today, it has almost 194,000 miles on it and it's still beautiful! Unfortunately, after driving the best car I've ever owned for nearly 11 years, it was time for change. I was going to replace her with another Camry, but the interior of the new ones look cheap. I'll save what

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Before I VENT on today's subject, let me first apologize for not posting to my blog in quite some time. Between starting a new job, coping with a "garbage truck" of a coworker, losing a cat to cancer, insomnia that should have me committed to a mental institution and other various health issues, blogging has pretty been at the bottom of my priority list. Please forgive me - if you're even

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She was the worst cat on the planet. She was my best friend. Shortly after 8 o'clock this morning, Inge went to kitty heaven after 13 years and 8 months of bringing feline frenzy into my life and after a brave batttle with cancer. She didn't want to leave. There was more food to eat. At least now she gets all the tuna and butter she could ever imagine. I miss my kitty.

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The last month has been a busy time of travel for little miss Hippity Hop. Travels took me to places like Sante Fe, Chicago, Detroit, Grand Rapids and many other fine places. There is so much to blog about that I don't know where to begin - except with the fact that I'm exhausted! Stay tuned because I plan to share my many adventures, including a most AWESOME Genesis concert, in the days to come

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Thanks to everyone who made it by to check out my blog's fresh new look! Did you happen to notice the new "Blog Poll" on the right of the screen? You have six days to vote on the current question so if you haven't done so already - hop to it! Last week's inaugural blog question asked why you visit my blog. Thanks to the one person who responded and appropriately chose "Because of my sarcasm"

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Fig Newtons are delicious! Is there anything better than a cat? Is there anything worse than a cat? I'm not looking forward to mammograms. Who's the enemy? Is Tyler reading this right now and reminiscing about fat being inevitable? I'm looking forward to trying a jalepeno burger at Bobcat's Bites in Santa Fe. Why are my eyes so goopy? Why won't my brain shut off so I can go to sleep? Hermit crabs

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Two things bring suicide to the mind this evening. First, actor Owen Wilson's attempt at taking his own life. I've never been a fan but am always saddened for someone who aches so much inside they see suicide as the most desirable option. Second, the King and I were having a discussion the other day that led me to remember a friend and coworker who took her own life about 8 years ago. So, here's

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Please Note: I wrote this particular blog about two months ago or more. I am no longer in the mood reflected in this post, but, there's still a lot of truth to it. I don't think I finished the post either ... let's take a look ... I don’t recall at what point in life I was certain motherhood wasn’t for me but by the time my husband and I met, it was a guarantee. I didn’t want kids, he didn’t want

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Note: I wrote this post about three months ago but being the slacker I am, never got around to posting it. For the sake of maybe generating new conversation and keeping my pitiful blog alive. Initially, I thought I’d go home for lunch. Check the e-mail now that personal e-mail is banned at work. Then I got busy and decided against it. A sandwich was on the taste buds and I thought this would be

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Redoubt over at Sin City tagged me with this. It’s called a ‘MEME.' According to Wikipedia, an Internet meme (often the early form of an Internet phenomenon) is a piece of digital content that spreads rapidly, widely, and organically from person to person on the Internet. Like, whatever! But the rules/instructions are straightforward and should be easy to follow… 1. Link to name of person that

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You Are Most Like Ronald Reagan People tend to think you're a god - or that you almost ruined the country. But even if people do disagree with you, they still fall victim to your charms!What Modern US President Are You Most Like?

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Random Thoughts/Comments Thank goodness there's ABC's "Wife Swap." Otherwise, my attempts at feeling normal would have failed.I think it was around this time in 2002 that I purchased a Father's Day card. Then, as usual, my father ticked me off so he didn't get the card that year. Then he really ticked me off. He didn't get the card the next year or the next year or the next year. Then he passed

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It's been 11 years since I found this drooling, licking, loving beast in the parking lot of Western Sizzlin on Vernon Street in Downtown LaGrange, GA (no longer there).

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Today is April 30th and it would have been my mother's 64th Birthday. Add to that the fact that Mother's Day is right around the corner and advertisements are everywhere, it can be a pretty sucky time of year. Here is a picture from one of the last birthdays she celebrated, proudly displaying a Mickey Mouse watch.

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Do you remember awhile back before we left Columbus, Georgia a post I wrote outlining things I hated about Columbus? Someone commented that I could go off to Amarillo or anywhere else for that matter and I would still be unhappy. He even went so far as to call me "unpleasant." Well, as "unpleasant" as his comment was, considering he has never met me, he was basically right. I was discussing some

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-22559180976847114502007-04-09T21:20:00.001-05:002010-08-03T19:11:34.920-05:00

One day last week I was really busting my butt to get work done and while waiting for stuff to spit out of the printer, I asked a colleague "Do you ever have days where no matter how hard you work it seems like you don't get a thing accomplished?" He replied, "In my line of work, I typically find that if I work really hard, I see results." Now, this is a nice person who meant no harm in what

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-14386115536697346142007-02-19T19:15:00.000-06:002007-08-31T15:53:05.898-05:00

Note - I started writing this blog on 2/19/07 and obviously got sidetracked as it is now well into the month of April ... I was having a perfectly happy Monday (after all, Prison Break is on tonight!) when my King brought some terribly disturbing news to my attention. From the Associated Press: Feb. 19, 2007, 1:58PM Satellite Radio's XM, Sirius to Merge NEW YORK — Satellite radio rivals XM and

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I was interviewing a client last week, a financial advisor, who left the field of teaching several years ago to open her own financial consultation firm. Seems she’s done quite well for herself. The interview was about her next advertorial and the topic regarded the self-employed. From the time I was 7, my parents owned their own business and I remember my dad always saying, "there’s nothing

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-53781237815434137952007-02-18T16:30:00.000-06:002007-08-31T15:55:10.359-05:00

So much for New Year's Resolutions, eh? Let's respond to a comment that our fellow blogger, Dick McMichael, left on my last post. He wrote: What do these long intervals between your blog posts do to your hit count? I find that when I don't post for a day, the count drops dramatically ... Well, Dick, thanks for asking but I don't have any tools by which to track the traffic my blog attracts. But

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Okay, I haven't blogged in a while and the topic at hand is a good three weeks old but hey, at least I'm trying! Traveling down the memory land of blogdome, I found last year's lame post on New Year's resolutions. Resolutions are great if you’re one of those women I admire who can get anything done if she sets her mind to it. I, on the other hand, get a gazillion projects started and if I see one

Hippity Hophttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08810000352778786978noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13806873.post-1166511005795042862006-12-19T00:09:00.000-06:002006-12-19T02:29:22.294-06:00

My First Born Has Cancer So I was trying to sleep and I kept coming up with a million topics I want to blog about like Christmas trees, leadership, Amarillo drivers and the inclement weather ... this particular post is an update on my first born, Inge. The blob turns 13 in February. Two Fridays ago the King was petting her and discovered a lump on her right hip. It was late the following Monday

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It appears that when I try to edit the Halloween post and add Greta's lovely picture, it won't let me ... so, in honor of the Fluffy one ...

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When I get frustrated I either fight full force or surrender. I was about to surrender in the case of Blogger as the host for my blog. You see, in the Halloween post, I tried to include a picture of Greta, my middle child, who was celebrating her 12th birthday. No matter where, when, why, how or which ... I couldn't get a picture to post ... so I just grabbed the nearest cat picture just now to

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I voted for the first time in Texas Tuesday and it was apparently their first venture in electronic voting. Similar, yet different, to the voting machines in Georgia but somehow, it seemed easier. There weren’t too many Democrats to choose from and what really surprised me was the number of Independent and Libertarian candidates on the ballot. Had I fully realized the choices, or lack thereof, I

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Poor Greta. Every year she gets to spend her birthday in fear. In fear of the doorbell ringing with everyone from tiny tots to terrible teens in search of the infamous trick or treat. Yesterday, we celebrated the fluffykin’s 12th birthday with her favorite – Fancy Feast. Now, on to Halloween. I don’t think I’ve yet mentioned on this blog that we bought a house back in July. That will be a blog

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