tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73182410670432274882024-03-13T13:48:06.240-07:00Tempest TossedDebbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-20592422558311112752010-09-05T20:30:00.000-07:002010-09-05T21:02:40.241-07:00So stinkin' tired!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/TIRg_ixKpQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gj09iV4HQ2c/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/TIRg_ixKpQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gj09iV4HQ2c/s200/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513638488589378818" /></a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-89028440087538745822008-07-02T18:41:00.001-07:002008-07-02T18:54:02.449-07:00EBOLA<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwxM8PUpnI/AAAAAAAAADo/sHK7FCrhCsQ/s1600-h/IMG00309.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwxM8PUpnI/AAAAAAAAADo/sHK7FCrhCsQ/s400/IMG00309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218600166614148722" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwvfpABDZI/AAAAAAAAADg/gLhyrkY1ulk/s1600-h/IMG00306.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwvfpABDZI/AAAAAAAAADg/gLhyrkY1ulk/s400/IMG00306.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218598288843935122" /></a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-37931289698775728802008-07-02T18:37:00.001-07:002008-10-02T21:52:27.381-07:00Mom & Me<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwt4-VkHuI/AAAAAAAAADY/uE91wlRhsxo/s1600-h/IMG00288.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwt4-VkHuI/AAAAAAAAADY/uE91wlRhsxo/s400/IMG00288.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218596525044932322" /></a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-68065032748115033982008-07-02T17:59:00.000-07:002008-07-02T18:07:02.790-07:00Motocrossing Hurts!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwmK2bEARI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GFIQzHb9W_0/s1600-h/IMG00328.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/SGwmK2bEARI/AAAAAAAAADQ/GFIQzHb9W_0/s400/IMG00328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218588036065132818" /></a><br />I didn't get up enough speed so when the motorbike couldn't make it over the little baby hill I was ascending, it fell backwords, and I was unable to keep the bike upright, and when it fell on me, the kickstand punctured my leg; yep that's what I said. I had a mini-impaling. Wowza! Did that hurt. I spoke out loud to myself while walking, walking, walking; ( I felt like Forrest Gump) that it was ok, and that it was just a minor flesh wound. Should have probably had 2 or 3 stitches, but thought the hole was smaller, until I H202'd it, and the goop got all cleaned out, and then, I could see that the hole was a little bigger than once thought. By then, it was too late for stitches, and so Dr. Mom fixed me up! ahhhhh.......talk about relief!Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-72899835439260640722008-06-13T00:41:00.000-07:002008-06-14T05:19:35.529-07:00"Incomplete"My life became... <br />A pink cell screen<br />Four barren walls<br />Some gasoline;<br />I couldn't hear their laughter<br />Nor watch their radiant faces<br />Dry their tears and calm them<br />No longer take them places<br />Can't raise them up to love the Lord<br />Their smiles have almost vanished<br />Oh, wake me from the horror<br />Save me from this hell<br />It's time to make their breakfast<br />They'll be late for sure, they will<br />Don't stop and play with Mr. Monte<br />Did you get all your books?<br />Brush your teeth, but first lets eat<br />Make your bed and pray<br />We'll wake like this again todayDebbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-83848455566920114432008-06-12T02:50:00.000-07:002008-06-12T03:37:44.355-07:00Hanging on!<a href="http://freelanceswitch.com/images/hanging_thread.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://freelanceswitch.com/images/hanging_thread.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Because nothing is tangible now, I have to hold on to hope. What I cannot see, or touch right now doesn't matter, what matters is what I want and then I will set out to get it. Instead of focusing on what hurts, I will focus on how to fix it.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-85816658822183117112008-06-06T05:28:00.000-07:002008-06-14T05:17:10.659-07:00Don't forget the shoesSo this is what it is like to date at my age. Lots of first dates with people that you wish you didn't even know as a distant acquaintance. What's sadder still is that this is also how they feel about you. Difficult to understand, I KNOW! At least from that angle, from my angle though, I totally get how they feel. Did you know that we figure out whether or not we will click with someone within the first five minutes of meeting them, and we waste all that time and money in an uncomfortable spit-fest over a plate of food. (Courtesy of my last psycho would-be anti-mormon dinner date.) I kind of wanted to ask him if he could also do my shoes. (Didn't that used to be called spit-shine?) Needless to say, I left the table hungry and begging for more (good men that is!) If only we would have gone on a date near the caribbean so that either I could hide under an umbrella, or wash off after in the ocean. Barring, that, a good stiff drink would've helped with the consciousness factor of the whole rainy ordeal. I recommend dating only while intoxicated. They say not to drink and drive, but I say to be certain that you drink while dating. Yep, they go together like shine on a shoe, like saliva and digestion. Sorry, I digress! Good gracious, I say save me! Talk about "Fear Factor" Most people cannot handle this, but not me, I am FEARLESS I tell you.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-49717808312775508312008-03-01T17:43:00.000-08:002008-06-14T05:18:42.694-07:00Not the duck tape!Don't bother about anything at all<br />until you have first made clear to yourself<br />that your love for the child in question is holding firmly,<br />swelling warmly in your heart.<br />Then, whatever you do will be as nearly right as it is possible for human judgment to be. <br />by Angelo PattiDebbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-30826808790520428362008-01-10T02:30:00.000-08:002008-01-10T02:39:20.818-08:00Merry Christmas<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/R4X1yCMygDI/AAAAAAAAADA/emtUET1XqvE/s1600-h/HPIM0071.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/R4X1yCMygDI/AAAAAAAAADA/emtUET1XqvE/s400/HPIM0071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153795588528177202" /></a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-60641737267250685372007-12-30T20:15:00.000-08:002007-12-30T20:18:19.974-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/R3htfSMygCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9LpBOK7yZnU/s1600-h/HPIM0005.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lhQy0dMxgWo/R3htfSMygCI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9LpBOK7yZnU/s400/HPIM0005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149986558127013922" /></a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-11235614681721520902007-12-18T03:47:00.000-08:002008-06-15T18:03:21.693-07:00Roller Runner on Temple Square<a href="http://static.zooomr.com/images/2868256_48e24c7685.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.zooomr.com/images/2868256_48e24c7685.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />That was my boy on Saturday; of course I only let him use his roller runners on the outside of temple square and when we got to the gates, he had to shut them down. He had a great time on the hills; Bay & I each grabbed a hand and went "full speed ahead." While we were heading uphill with him, Bay being the wonderful, tormenting, big sister that she is, threatened that she was going to let go and let him fly backwords downhill. One older gentleman exclaimed as he passed us, "He's the smart one!" and another lady as I apologized for making such a racket right behind her stated that she wished she had some. So, all in all we had a lot of fun and entertained a few people along the way. Bailie and Durham took a bunch of pics with their new cell phones that they gave to each other early for Christmas, and since they are the only ones with descent cameras, if their internet could get fixed, Bay would send me some pics and then I could share them with you, but til then, this blog remains very lengthy in lavish lingo.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-55920378493948378942007-12-10T01:45:00.000-08:002007-12-10T01:56:02.105-08:00Cozy & Warm & QuiltedDid I mention cheap? Yeah, cheap! For $11.99 I bought a queen size quilt that is full of that wonderful color orange, many various shades of it, and also purple and green. For those of you out there that think that orange is orange; (you know who you are) I am here to assure you that it is not! Orange is cozy & warm & quilted! And for those of you who helped me put my bed together so that I am not scrunched in my son's twin anymore, I have to thank you and since Braxton doesn't necessarily visit this site, being that he is four, please let him know, Maria! (love you:) Oh wait, he probably already knows; we did a high five and tested it out! Very cushy!Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-76706674837066550592007-12-10T01:38:00.000-08:002007-12-10T01:42:22.959-08:00"Oh Sure Ya Can, Deb!"So, I have this awesome little nephew, and if I tell him that something isn't working, he always says this to me, "Oh sure ya can, Deb!" and wha'dya know, he's right! So, thanx to that little man, I will say this to myself when things are going wrong. Thanx to him, I found my boys' Christmas present that I put in a very special place. Little people are so smart.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-50176405762746905002007-12-05T23:42:00.000-08:002007-12-05T23:55:44.725-08:00911; AGAINOk, for those of you (since there are so many readers out there) that don't know, my mom fell and shattered her tibia about 7 weeks ago. She also broke her R forearm in two places, and had to wait for surgery until some of the swelling could go down, so a week later, she had surgery. Well, on Monday, Mom and I are sitting at the table talking, and she says her stomache hurts, and then she starts hollering, and pretty soon she can barely breathe and the hollering just gets louder. She can't talk, and she looks as if she is going to stop breathing, so I ask her if she has chest pain, and no, besides, the pain is on her right side, so, I'm reviewing my CPR in my head, but the pain continues, and I am not sure what is going on, so being the experienced nurse that I am, I call 911, lol, and as soon as the paramedics arrive, the episode has passed, and she has little residual pain, and tells them she is not going to the hospital. She has a follow-up appointment with her Doc. as soon as she is able to walk, to check out her gall-bladder for inflamation or stones, or both. She is just having so much fun!Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-33182177065233218872007-12-05T22:29:00.000-08:002007-12-05T23:27:14.193-08:00Squashed BugWell, after my little multi-tasking incident with a trailer, Miller's autobody in Logan took some pic's and about two & a half weeks, and made the bug shiny and new again. I came out of it without even a scratch, the bug took it all. I wasn't even that shook up, except for when I had to pay the bill. I was mostly focused on the beauty of it, however, and the fact that my car cannot be renamed, Mater, anymore.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-56545478770507006972007-11-28T03:59:00.000-08:002007-11-28T04:00:40.087-08:00Sudoku! Have Fun and Prevent Dementia!<a href="http://www.gamehouse.com/realarcade-webgames/sudoku/index.jsp?pread=0&pread=0">http://www.gamehouse.com/realarcade-webgames/sudoku/index.jsp?pread=0&pread=0</a>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-58916064911308217502007-11-28T03:35:00.001-08:002007-11-28T03:41:51.476-08:00Prior to Durham Getting His First and Only Cavity in a Deciduous tooth...He kicks butt in basketball with a win 16-8; a single player against a duo. He said he worked for it! The end.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-58214568412597999852007-11-28T03:30:00.000-08:002007-11-28T03:33:19.286-08:00Walkin' in a Winter WonderlandSNOW! Nice and crisp and light, fell today. Makes the night brighter and with a full moon, very beautiful. That's it, that's all I have to say about that. Nope, something else pops into my head; looks like Christmas. Ok, I'm done, you can get back to missing out on my amazing talent.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-52341330317480822392007-11-28T03:25:00.001-08:002007-11-28T03:27:33.069-08:00Trivia A:Nixon was the first U.S. Pres. to speak at a General Conference. (I know you were just dying to know)Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-24093997453641199162007-11-28T03:12:00.000-08:002007-11-28T03:23:04.327-08:00Ouch!Ok, so we bring Mom home from getting her cast off at the MD.'s office yesterday, and she stubs her L GR toe hard into the rise on the step. She needs that side of her body as it is compensating for the jacked-up R side. She says she thinks she might have broken it, but no, this morning, it is sore, but tolerable. It isn't broken and she can still cruise around in her speed-mobile chair and get up to the counter to accomplish various wheelchair ineffecient tasks, such as doing dishes, eating, laundry, etc. Whew, that's a relief! The good news is that she got the cast off of her RUE today, and she only has a brace. She is ecstatic to be able to wash her arm in a manner to which it is accustomed. Maybe in 5 weeks, the RLE will be ready for PT and some weight bearing, minus any stool-stepping; she is banned!Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-86931595772322427032007-11-28T03:03:00.000-08:002007-11-28T03:11:40.159-08:00Summons Gotta Give!Ok, in Jeff Foxworthy's "How to Talk More Better Fastly!" he uses a word and changes it's meaning in red-neck dictionary format. So, there you go, that is what my hidden meaning here means in the title, unless of course it's still hiding from you. I can't help it if it chooses to hide; play the game.Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-68450033894442948102007-11-24T14:41:00.001-08:002007-11-24T19:31:15.144-08:00Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-78430558861394872672007-11-24T14:31:00.001-08:002007-11-24T14:37:16.714-08:00Ha!What did the head-turkey leading the revolt against Thanskgiving Day say to the reporter?<br />"You only like us for our breasts!"<br /><br />Why would you invite OJ for Thanksgiving dinner?<br />Because he's good at carving white meat.<br /><br />What is the turkey's favorite song?<br />"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas"Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-42163604638559220052007-11-24T14:03:00.000-08:002007-11-28T22:17:01.668-08:00BlessingsWell, for those of you out there experiencing difficulties during the holiday season; I feel your pain, however, I thought I better recognize the things that I am thankful for. So, here's my little list.<br /><br /><ul><li>My kiddos</li><li>My mom (and her house)</li><li>My step-dad (whom I am getting to know)</li><li>My littlest Spanish sister, 'Ria</li><li>My step-sisters (getting to know them too)</li><li>The internet</li><li>My snap-orange, chic-transportation with no overbite</li><li>Nursing degree</li><li>Sleep when it occurs at night instead of during the day</li><li>Improving health</li><li>Cheese (I just love it, really I do!)</li><li>Fat (since losing 10 lbs., my coccyxectomy site hurts when I sit; or should I say I miss my deriere`and I'm freezing cold</li><li>Thermals that I've worn since October (well, I do change into clean ones daily, not to worry)</li></ul><p> </p>Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7318241067043227488.post-86764011193590032862007-11-20T01:20:00.000-08:002007-11-20T01:31:09.741-08:00Why Not Multi-Task While Driving?Well, any form of multi-tasking while driving doubles your chances of being in an accident; as I am told by my little trivia-loving girl; putting on makeup, changing your pants, or eating a salad from Fredricko's (good as one might think that it is). It is not worth the risk to others, self or loss of said salad (not to mention the body work on your vehicle). So, take it from me, do not drink & drive or for that matter, eat & drive. Not a good combo., even if you are in a rush! (so what else is new?!) More trivia from Bay; Who was the first U.S. president to speak at a General Conference?Debbie Stuarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16538926068592463212noreply@blogger.com0