tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60274134484101773692012-02-16T02:32:49.449-08:00Various business like and not so business like musings from my pea sized brain....Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-47099877714211788312011-09-14T11:07:00.000-07:002011-09-14T11:07:43.523-07:00

Sometimes I wish I had more patience.  It seems as if sometimes I just run out.  I swear I used to have more.  Maybe, as you live longer, your patience grows shorter?  But I'm not THAT bad, not yet anyhow.  I will definitely make sure I am aware of it.  Sometimes, When I'm driving, or when I'm in line, sometimes I just feel like I'm going to lose it.  Not all the time, mind you.  Just sometimes.

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-21756675690829406072011-09-14T11:04:00.000-07:002011-09-14T11:04:21.096-07:00

I hate cucumbers.  Not just a hate.  A fear, a loathing.  It's the only food item where, if accidentally included in my order, I will return my food.  Because it just leaves that horrible, soggy, watery taste.  The taste that tastes like nothing, but still tastes vile. NOOOOOOOOOOO! I hate vinegar.  And most things vinegary.  I do not do well with German side dish choices.  The Germans seem

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-24382952022391763452011-09-04T13:34:00.000-07:002011-09-04T13:34:44.505-07:00

In case you didn't know or have never read any of my blogs, I am a massage therapist.  I of course massage humans, but my specialty is canine and equine massage.  That's dogs and horses in layman's terms.  People often ask me, does anything strange ever happen while you're working?  My answer to them is, how long is a piece of string?  In other words, YES. I've been in this business for about

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-82667650727106619452011-08-22T10:40:00.000-07:002011-08-22T10:40:18.254-07:00

The passengers are ready to fly! When my husband and I found out we were moving to America from England, we were so excited - yet there was so much to do.  We needed to pack, make arrangements for our travel, for the transportation of our belongings, and most important to us of all, the transportation of our beloved furry children, Oliver and Magic.  This was the part that worried me the

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-78141441368454851612011-08-05T11:17:00.000-07:002011-08-05T11:19:29.703-07:00

Sometimes, when you are doing something completely non-related, something will pop into your head - something you've seen, a song you know, a movie you saw years ago, but can't remember its name. This happens to me quite often. So as I was wandering around my apartment, doing various boring domestic chores, something popped into my head to make me think. I thought for so long that I had to write

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-12508033566820279122011-07-20T11:39:00.000-07:002011-07-20T11:39:20.257-07:00

The world we live in today is a world of fast times and sometimes, even faster friendships. People come and go out of each other's lives in a dizzying whirl, words spoken, faces forgotten. This is what makes it even easier to appreciate those friends who have lasted, those who are near and dear to us. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I believe that sometimes, our animal companions are the most

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-1880652706009728062011-07-19T07:29:00.000-07:002011-07-19T07:31:34.472-07:00

I am a massage therapist (surprise surprise).  I am an on call massage therapist.  This means that I work at four or five different places (chiropractors, spas, my own clients) as needed. This can mean driving 20 miles a day, 60 miles a day, or even almost 300 miles, if I have to go far enough on the day.  Inevitably, though I try not to let it affect me, there are a lot of crazy drivers out

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-84239654905875952872011-07-11T10:19:00.000-07:002011-07-11T10:19:34.168-07:00

I can still remember going to the drive-in theater about once a month when I was a child. My mom would give us a bath beforehand and would then dress my older sister and my twin sister and I in our pajamas with the feet at the bottom. She would pop her own popcorn and we would bring our own snacks from home. She would put the back seats down in the old beat-up stationwagon to create a bed of

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-59775554592861614012011-06-23T08:09:00.000-07:002011-06-23T08:09:29.971-07:00

Forgive me for the rant that may or may not follow - well, not really a rant, just a stream of conciousness.  I have written on the subject of supporting local businesses before, and most people know my stance on it, i.e. DO IT.  Now, I'm not saying all the time....I know that Wal-Mart and Target (my favorite) have everything in them and are practically cities in a box.  You go in for one thing..

Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02437425987482928807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6027413448410177369.post-69100852840687509242011-06-15T09:47:00.000-07:002011-07-19T07:42:41.075-07:00

As I was cleaning the house the other day, I had "House Hunters" on the TV in the background. Now, for those of you who aren't familiar with House Hunters, the program takes a family or an individual who is looking for a new house and presents them with three houses to choose from, of which they eventually pick one in the end. This particular family was shopping in Atlanta, Georgia. They

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