tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78009321189070301852024-03-05T07:39:32.889-05:00Well Behaved Women Rarely Make HistoryDebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-76524061233600584622010-04-24T06:04:00.007-04:002010-04-24T06:25:52.080-04:00Give Away on Misadventures of Baby Raising Blog!Want to see a world class blogger and have a chance to win a copy of season 1 of the Real Housewives of New Jersey? Check out my dear friend Allie's blog, Misadventures of Babyraising on blogspot!(Sorry about the lack of a hyperlink. For some reason blogspot hates me and will not post them for me. Ugh!) You do have my word of honor that you will be glad you checked this out! And I will also bet you will want to hang out at her blog for awhile. I don't know how she does it. She has four kids, a husband, goes to school, and has a kick butt blog! I am proud to call her my friend! As much as I love to lead folks astray (wink), I promise you won't be disappointed with this blog!<a href="http://misadventuresinbabyraising.blogspot.com/"></a>Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-91503340043347804462010-04-23T18:48:00.001-04:002010-04-23T18:50:00.717-04:00Why Women Are CrabbyThis was an email that was forwarded to me and I thought it was so funny, I had to share with all my misbehaved bloggy friends!<br /><br />We started to 'bud' in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that<br />anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad<br />it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra<br />contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our<br />backs.<br /><br />Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with<br />those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies,<br />had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed<br />cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.<br /><br />Our next little rite of passage was having sex for the first time which was<br />about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils<br />(IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his<br />horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.<br /><br />Then it was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and<br />water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over<br />Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we<br />learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking<br />our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have<br />Rosemary's Baby.<br /><br />Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a whole watermelon and we<br />pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam<br />in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the<br />mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all<br />the way to the ER.<br /><br />Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, 'Please stop<br />screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. 'Just one more good push'<br />(more like 10), warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the<br />%$#*@*#!* hubby and doctor square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling,<br />mushroom-headed 10 pound bowling ball through a keyhole.<br /><br />After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all<br />that 'cute' wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking,<br />jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.<br /><br />Then come their 'Teen Years.' Need I say more?<br /><br />When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in<br />our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.<br /><br />So we progress into the grand finale: 'The Menopause,' the Grandmother of<br />all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned<br />'buds' or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July,<br />wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that<br />moves.<br /><br />Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more spiteful than men, when men get off<br />so easy, INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods<br />without soaking their socks...<br /><br />So, while I love being a woman, 'Womanhood' would make the Great Gandhi a<br />tad crabby.<br /><br />You think women are the 'weaker sex?' Yeah right. Bite me!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-42876892368910798112010-04-20T19:10:00.005-04:002010-04-20T19:43:43.105-04:00Confessions of a Wild Soccer MomGot your attention, didn't I? That was easy (evil laugh). You know, I am thinking maybe I should rename my blog to the title of this post. What do you think? Of course, they are very similar in nature.... and Well Behaved Women Rarely Make History is my favorite saying. Hmmmm... think I will keep it. Now to what this post is really about. My confession (for today) is that I have become lame and I hate it! Gone are the days that I decide on a Friday night that right after work I am driving four hours to a bigger city for a little fun with my friends. Just a few years ago I was the one one dancing on the table dancing with the bride. Just a few years ago I was dancing on the table at the office luau. Okay, you're seeing the trend, right? I have always been the type person who gets a natural high at parties with friends. I thrive on it. Give me two to twenty beers and it only intensifies. I see myself changing and not sure if I like it. I have an opportunity to hang out with some FUN young ladies for a bachelorette party in Chicago. Do you know what a compliment that is? For a group of young, fun girls to WANT to hang out with a wild soccer mom? And I don't feel like going! What the hell is wrong with me? I miss my "old" self. Now I am just feeling old. This "girl gone wild" has gone lame.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-71828953916982811892010-04-09T22:00:00.002-04:002010-04-09T22:32:06.855-04:00Well Hello There!WOW! Can't think of a better word to describe my reaction to my last post. I was "gone" for a month and came back to find a record amount of comments! Thanks to all who posted! I must say that was one of my best posts, not because I was profoundly brilliant or wrote a kick @$$ entry. It is one of my favorites because YOU took the time to reply and tell me who you are, how you found me, and where you are from. I have had a really crappy week, so please accept my genuine "THANK YOU" for the warm fuzzy you gave me. Seems like the simplest things in life are the ones that mean the most. I look forward to lurking on your blogs as well and will make sure I let you know I was there. Some of you even choose to follow me. I am not worthy, but am thrilled to have you on board my crazy train!<br /><br />I had several comments about the title of my blog. It does not surprise me at all. Wish I could claim to be the brilliant person that originally came up with this saying. I may be misbehaved,but pretty darn honest. Yes, that's it, I am an honset thief! I stole the saying and cannot remember where I stole it from! Actually it was from a funny book I read. Being the scattered brain blonde I am, I cannot remember the name of the book. But when I saw the saying in the book, I totally embraced it. Growing up, I was called the "wild child" of the family. Now I am called a "soccer mom". I don't think I am either. I like to ride motorcycles, drink beer, martinis, and wine and have a good time with friends. But I also like to go to my son's football games (and I am the loudest parent out there!), hang out at home on the computer, and read. In other words I am boring. But yet, I am the life of the party. So what does that make me? A wild soccer mom? Hmmmm, I may be on to something! See you in the history books...........Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-9775006492453235992010-03-04T19:11:00.003-05:002010-03-04T19:24:51.899-05:00Lurkers Are Welcome Here!There is a certain mystic about lurkers. I love lurkers. I am a lurker myself! My feed shows that I have had visitors from all over the world. I want you all to know I am so excited to "see" that you have visited. I love that you stop by to look at my blog, as a matter of fact, I hope you come back! I do have a favor to ask. Would you drop me a comment to let me know who you are and where you are from? Maybe how you found my blog. And do you have a blog for me to visit? I have met some of the nicest folks through blogging and am dying to meet you. If you choose not to drop me a line, that is okay too. Either way, I am glad you dropped by.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-85855432673747964912010-03-03T19:59:00.003-05:002010-03-03T21:11:03.918-05:00Half FullAs the snow melts, I think it is melting my blues as well. We are even going to have a heat wave this weekend, it is going to get up to 50 degrees! Woo hoo! Okay, so I am being a little bit of a smartalec, but the Southern girl in me still thinks 50 degrees is COLD! But I am really trying to keep a glass half full attitude. This has been a trying week so far but keeping a good attitude has really helped. My week started out a little crazy. I was running late and it is my week to drive in my carpool (trying to keep my carbon footprint to a minimum). As I was pulling out of the garage, I hit the remote as I was driving out. Eeck!I freaked out and hit it again and again and again. I got out of the garage without the door hitting my car. Only one problem. The door had stopped midway and would go back down. So I hit the remote control again, and again, and again! Finally I got it closed. Whew! Okay, I am really running late now, but having a good hair day (half full, remember?). Got my carpool buddy (who rocks, by the way)drove up to the gate on base, and I realize I left my work ID at home. I can get on base because I am a military dependent, so I dropped my friend off at her office and headed back home to get my ID while reminding myself that at least my hair looks good (half full, remember?). Got home and I even found my missing IPhone (which is like crack to me!). Oh, yes, I got my work ID too. Head back to work an hour late, but I got there with great looking hair (half full, remember?)Monday came to a smooth end. I did not loose my mind at work, my hair looked awesome, and my hubby had dinner on the table waiting for me when I got home. He even did the dishes! I got in bed early at 8:30 due to exhaustion and slept like a baby.<br /><br />Tuesday starts off pretty good. Again, my hair is looking pretty good. That new flat iron I got is really straightening my naturally curly hair. I am loving it! I even hung my lanyard with my ID around my neck prior to leaving the house, so I got to work my normal five minutes late which in my mind is on time(half full, remember?)! Another crazy day at work, had an hour morning meeting, worked through lunch to make up for the lost hour the day before, so things are smooth! Then the phone rings. It is my son's school. The principal wants me to pick my son up. It is never good when you get that call. NEVER. Okay, so my glass is looking half empty. Wait! My glass is half full, it is my gas tank that is half empty. Whew! I thought I was losing my good attitude for a minute there. Sorry,I digressed. So I go to get "George Foreman" i.e. my son from school. Of course, I have to go to the principal's office. I have been in the principal's office more during my son's life than I ever did when I was in school. As a matter of fact, I never had to go when I was in school! Long story short, "George" did not start the fight. We have been friends with he boy and his family for years! Simple case of 14 year old boys playing around and laughing until someone gets mad then fists start flying. The other kid got 3 days off for starting it and George got 2 days off because he reacted badly. We had a family meeting, discussed how he could have handled it better. His grades are really great right now (half full, remember?). And the principal remarked several times that "George" is a nice kid, so contrary to the fact that he was in trouble, the principal thinks we are raising a good, nice kid. I will look that as half full any day! So I was gone from work an hour and a half, so now I am short an hour and a half this week. But my hair was really straight that day and that is a dream come true for an unruly curly haired girl! Half full, remember?<br /><br />Today was fairly painless. Pretty much a normal day at work, which means things are crazy busy. Worst thing that happened is that I left my bottle of water at home. I was a bit annoyed at that but I got over it. Best thing about today is that I heard birds! That is a huge sign that Spring is around the corner! Half full baby!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-34867804381481055222010-02-20T16:29:00.004-05:002010-02-20T16:42:43.996-05:00Winter BluesWinter is really a four letter word! Winter = yuck, crap, hell, sh!t, mess, argh......well you get the drift. I am so darn tired. Tired of snow, tired of being in the house, tired of the cold and mostly tired of gray skies!I am getting so impatient with old man winter during these last weeks of winter. Of course the 12 inches plus of snow this past week has not helped the situation. I am hoping now that I have written these thoughts "on paper", so to speak, that maybe I will feel better. If not, there is always that beer that has been calling my name. I also have a great recipe for wedding cake martinis. Wedding cake and martinis, now that is a happy thought! AND I did find some really good steals, I mean deals, at the Base Exchange today. AND I got my hair done. I think if I just focus on the good things in life, I will be better. Now, if I can just focus.......Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-91382454499332410982010-01-02T19:12:00.003-05:002010-01-02T19:21:05.678-05:00My Bloggy Friend................is going to meet me either Monday for dinner or Tuesday morning for breakfast. I am so excited! My precious friend, Elizabeth, and I will finally meet face to face after a year of friendship. We initially met on Blogspot and keep in touch more on Facebook now. We have also spoken a couple times on the phone. She is going to St Louis to visit her beloved son on Monday and will be traveling I-70 East which just so happens runs paralell to my neighborhood only a mile away! I am so excited to finally meet E in person. I think it is cool that I have met so many wonderful people through the internet that I would have never known otherwise. Now if I can meet up with Allie and Lex too, I will be a happy camper. Any of you ever in Ohio traveling along I-70 or I-75, please let me know. I live five minutes away from both and would love to meet up.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-86482938781420414132009-12-29T21:01:00.002-05:002009-12-29T21:06:39.282-05:006007 FollowersHA,HA! Not me, of course! One of the blogs I follow and recently read again for the first time in a while has 6007 followers. Isn't that amazing? How many followers do you have? Are the majority of your followers folks that you already know or know only via Blogspot? Just curious how one would get so many. The blog referenced is written by a very sweet young lady who is a stay at home mom who had her first baby last year. She posts recipes and uses the blog to mostly journal the everyday goings on of her and the baby. It has been neat to see the baby change from day to day on the blog. Obviously, it is very interesting since she has so many followers. I am proud of my 25 especially since I am so BORING! Hope everyone in bloggy land has had a nice day. <br /><br />'Til next time................Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-75056611432079661852009-12-28T19:29:00.003-05:002009-12-28T19:36:22.053-05:00Long Time No TalkHope everyone is well. I have thought about all my bloggie friends often. My apologies for being so lazy. Not much has been going on in my world. I seem to have gotten in a comfortable rut. I go to work, go home, count down to the weekend, weekend goes by way to fast, then start again! With the new year, I hope to somehow climb out of it and get back into the swing of things! I may have been gone, but you are not forgotten! <br /><br />xoxoxoxoDebrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-8359830537153003542009-09-22T22:18:00.002-04:002009-09-22T22:24:45.186-04:0011917?Hello all~! Sorry it has been so long since I have been around. I think I have some the best bloggy friends ever. Thanks to all of you who have left kind words wodering where I have been. I finally logged on tonight and saw that I have had 11,917 hits on my blog. What the heck? I could not believe it! I figured I better start nurishing this blog before it dries up and all my followers leave. I am truly amazed that I have had that many hits. And I have to admit, I really missed seeing the locations on my feed, to see where folks are from and looking at my little old blog. What have I been doing? The sad truth, is nothing! I work, come home, and get on Facebook. Not much else at all. I think I had better get a life, so I can write about it. ha,ha! Promise to post again very soon!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-4153620171133507732009-08-06T21:24:00.003-04:002009-08-06T21:26:22.253-04:00Final Product - Professional Pics<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGtH9uJ_qtJU8hJRHbqklJGTgalN2fObtnXifCSDTghZUrp7Nm20O9CVk_tAjNFk6YX36ij4EdTRG6abC9sZ3MpvKlj7kbpEERsDig1vXGdcUjP4-2-tWbbRlqD0gOkZhvfRilaLoZQ/s1600-h/Before.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGtH9uJ_qtJU8hJRHbqklJGTgalN2fObtnXifCSDTghZUrp7Nm20O9CVk_tAjNFk6YX36ij4EdTRG6abC9sZ3MpvKlj7kbpEERsDig1vXGdcUjP4-2-tWbbRlqD0gOkZhvfRilaLoZQ/s200/Before.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026810175801586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ21KyXqURUCAqkZPUZUYswkdEmKrfcLVfWGDQGno8mK7Hhhmam0AYXQx4Yl83_DrnrxySirdsuhEm7UmSaohBXOed0RxAiLij3n9NIkGDvi4hiMsVuj_Vj-fNkophg52pOJCt2KUnQ/s1600-h/After.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidJ21KyXqURUCAqkZPUZUYswkdEmKrfcLVfWGDQGno8mK7Hhhmam0AYXQx4Yl83_DrnrxySirdsuhEm7UmSaohBXOed0RxAiLij3n9NIkGDvi4hiMsVuj_Vj-fNkophg52pOJCt2KUnQ/s200/After.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367026802330028786" /></a><br />I cannot believe how mean I looked! This is the final results and I could not be happier!I have already referred two people to this doctor. He should love me!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-35323053744234379202009-07-22T19:48:00.009-04:002009-07-22T20:04:45.401-04:00Final Product?Well, I am five weeks post surgery and figured it is time to post some new pictures. I posted the before and afters so you can really see the difference. In some of the pictures I can tell that my right eye is just a hair more closed than the left eye. I go to the doctor on August 5th and will see what he has to say. Can you tell which ones are before and which are after? Ha!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbnNMtgnldWUa449jlTk_qJkyoxs18xbMp6WmGQN2h3Nqmi9XcQVDUTtxtW_9ji07rE_zW7zECehOdV9C_W3Q5cJMdwI1SU3SWvN8M6F33Q4tXbmlBnTEc5aZqWfu1FMFDvZrWUzxZA/s1600-h/me4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHbnNMtgnldWUa449jlTk_qJkyoxs18xbMp6WmGQN2h3Nqmi9XcQVDUTtxtW_9ji07rE_zW7zECehOdV9C_W3Q5cJMdwI1SU3SWvN8M6F33Q4tXbmlBnTEc5aZqWfu1FMFDvZrWUzxZA/s200/me4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436748270692018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXLFKMy5XMrE0Ee4IDxMsnIPTkylhXihKxTEZu3hk0Qa4zsvcanUIztN0E76M1zntH5Z-w-RWmVg2nznzU_7R-3y93uDUlLqzkMF1a3sBxKa5TwcyhOwtOYmVOTypnr0ll8iboQ4HYQ/s1600-h/Me8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXLFKMy5XMrE0Ee4IDxMsnIPTkylhXihKxTEZu3hk0Qa4zsvcanUIztN0E76M1zntH5Z-w-RWmVg2nznzU_7R-3y93uDUlLqzkMF1a3sBxKa5TwcyhOwtOYmVOTypnr0ll8iboQ4HYQ/s200/Me8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436745761303362" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD547iF0z8eJoK7xyA8vgenBt4X0jd7_1lFAIe3fRt0yb2bZuQwnJ2PJf2ODvwtfqpkWoJKZqFY3d_ci-99zdqeTklNauv83EL7pvpUrYzZSVB8xcwk86hBikGDi-LMaCLIrf3qdfDQ/s1600-h/DSCN0476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqD547iF0z8eJoK7xyA8vgenBt4X0jd7_1lFAIe3fRt0yb2bZuQwnJ2PJf2ODvwtfqpkWoJKZqFY3d_ci-99zdqeTklNauv83EL7pvpUrYzZSVB8xcwk86hBikGDi-LMaCLIrf3qdfDQ/s200/DSCN0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436743567261346" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjy7slAPi3eeMplwMPBXHVVYcg2hZsfpEq2TcPa2aHl3_McGUhPAyCsq-h_zlN_IwFvnKJBK0ZxCA2-xZHDCwMFnhfc8gp_PgoFVFNJ015uCWJmZAVixzgkAnz2HRKwTcOP73zbpZww/s1600-h/me11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcjy7slAPi3eeMplwMPBXHVVYcg2hZsfpEq2TcPa2aHl3_McGUhPAyCsq-h_zlN_IwFvnKJBK0ZxCA2-xZHDCwMFnhfc8gp_PgoFVFNJ015uCWJmZAVixzgkAnz2HRKwTcOP73zbpZww/s200/me11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436735109512802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh45L-WA_d6SVVkGPrx9ePCjRyc3lxheCKLBd5g0QorwPHYyuxkirxxSUAGfXjJbZQ_sq2_xSkDws8-bynuEr66Tj-6folBVOY_xrp5VEAuudvbSyuCsAB39efTkM6jXG5iB68vzftSA/s1600-h/DSCN0477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh45L-WA_d6SVVkGPrx9ePCjRyc3lxheCKLBd5g0QorwPHYyuxkirxxSUAGfXjJbZQ_sq2_xSkDws8-bynuEr66Tj-6folBVOY_xrp5VEAuudvbSyuCsAB39efTkM6jXG5iB68vzftSA/s200/DSCN0477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361436726111891602" /></a>Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-13691680107315621492009-07-16T22:02:00.004-04:002009-07-16T22:06:56.295-04:00Madonna is Ugg<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSp0T5iIgNi_RL6po6VhNqz4kcNWTb2ynBZx8_eFX_cZhtwCNYVIRImqmbEJivPif1ER1L7sitUlj_m2UuqEPvQPnQEyz6HoMXZnQbpNdLme5MWiWgvsRRqsVHjPrI16TIf7B83ThYg/s1600-h/Madonna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRSp0T5iIgNi_RL6po6VhNqz4kcNWTb2ynBZx8_eFX_cZhtwCNYVIRImqmbEJivPif1ER1L7sitUlj_m2UuqEPvQPnQEyz6HoMXZnQbpNdLme5MWiWgvsRRqsVHjPrI16TIf7B83ThYg/s320/Madonna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359243798814981714" /></a><br />Does saying that out loud make me a biotch? Ran across this picture just a minute ago and it got me thinking. How the heck did she make it so big? She isn't that attractive. She needs braces. She cannot sing. Morals are questionable. Please, no hate mail from the Madonna lovers. Just felt the need to voice a random opinion.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-50126419862359023182009-07-07T22:01:00.005-04:002009-07-07T22:16:39.624-04:00Don't Look If You Are Squeamish*********************WARNING**********************<br /><br />I have been debating if I should post this picture or not, but I think it is very interesting. It is amazing the amount of fat and skin the doctor took off my eyes. To see is to really understand. The yellow stuff is fat and the other is the part of my lids he cut off.<br /><br />I am still waiting for the rest of the swelling goes down before I unveil the final "product". My eyes are looking better each day. Today my hairdresser said I look ten years younger! I am not sure about that, but it is so cool to see my eyes! And, of course, I like to string you all along so you keep coming back to see if I am EVER going to show you! LOL - just kidding!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu9aNZQFhRkTnYUr49RvVy4HtwCPpMt0OaUnwsGHxxpCF8arHvmjPiLqsofdnq8H6JyU3qvePbCpWqg6_Xh12Q9qTl1BU3O1gBCMhY5XouS4I4GgCYFhAcFkoMiAcEyvqHXvcPwBQ0g/s1600-h/DSCN0479.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiu9aNZQFhRkTnYUr49RvVy4HtwCPpMt0OaUnwsGHxxpCF8arHvmjPiLqsofdnq8H6JyU3qvePbCpWqg6_Xh12Q9qTl1BU3O1gBCMhY5XouS4I4GgCYFhAcFkoMiAcEyvqHXvcPwBQ0g/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355904261167733842" /></a><br /><strong></strong>Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-82270865798798926422009-07-05T21:50:00.004-04:002009-07-05T22:12:55.276-04:00Why is Mascara so Complicated?I went to WalMart today to buy mascara. Yep, this was a big deal to me. I have not worn any for years because of my funky eyelids. I hope I don't lose my Girlie Club card with that admission. LOL - seriously, I am so excited to put some on tomorrow morning. And, of course, when I take my final "after" picture of my eyes I will be wearing it for you all to see. I know this is not exciting for most girls other than the 12 year olds putting on makeup for the first time, but it is the simple things in life that thrill me at times! This simple thing represents the end of being self- concious about my old lady eyes and the beginning of life with the "new" eyse. It is a simple thing, but yet so important to me! <br /><br />Now to the hard part of all this. Choosing which mascara to buy. When did this get so complicated? It took be 20 minutes to figure out which to buy. Do I buy Mabelline, Cover Girl, Rimmell, Loreal, or other brands? What color do I buy? The Mabelline comes in three different colors of black! What the heck? It used to be black, brown black, or brown. Each brand had so many different kinds! And each claims to be the best! What about waterproof or not waterproof? I was so confused, I cannot tell you what color or if it is waterproof or not! I finally grabbed one that had a free eyeliner with it. Leave it to me, I make my decision based on a freebie! ha,ha! <br /><br />Here is some interesting facts about mascara that I lifted from Wikipedia:<br /><br />A mascara tube and a wand applicator. Mascara is a cosmetic used to darken, lighten or colour lashes, also it can be used to thicken, lengthen and define eyelashes. Mascara comes in three forms: liquid, cake, and cream. It also comes in many formulas, tints, and colours. The general purpose of mascara is to define, thicken, lengthen, and emphasise lashes. Mascara is available with tube and wand applicators. Ingredients in mascara include water, wax thickeners, film-formers, and preservatives. Mascara brushes can be straight or curved, to curl eye lashes, with fine or thick bristles. Some mascara wands contain rayon or nylon fibers to lengthen eyelashes.<br /><br />History<br /><br />The first mascara product was invented by Eugene Rimmel in the 19th century. The word "rimmel" still means "mascara" in several languages, including Portuguese (rĂmel), Turkish (rimel), Romanian (rimel), Dutch (rimel), Persian (rimel) etc.<br /> <br />The woman's eye has had mascara applied to the lashes for a fuller effectThe word mascara derives from the Italian maschera, which means "mask"[1]from Middle Latin masca or Arabic Maskhara or from Old Occitan masco [2]. Modern mascara was created in 1913 by a chemist named T. L. Williams for his sister, Mabel. This early mascara was made from coal dust mixed with Vaseline petroleum jelly. The product was a success with Mabel, and Williams began to sell his new product through the mail. His company Maybelline, whose name is a combination of his sister's name and Vaseline, eventually became a leading cosmetics company.<br /><br />Mascara is used to darken and thicken lashes, and was composed of colorants and carnauba wax. Users wet a brush and rubbed it over the cake, then applied it to the eyes. Mascara is used by women to enhance eyes as well as draw attention to them.<br /><br />The modern tube and wand applicator was more appealing to the market than the old "cake" mascara. Max Factor was the first to create a mascara with a wand applicator in the product tube, which started the modern mascara products available today.<br /><br />Composition<br />Modern mascaras can be divided in two groups: water resistant mascaras (often labeled waterproof) and non-water resistant mascaras.<br /><br />Water resistant mascaras have a composition based on a volatile solvent (isododecane - an isomer of dodecane), animal-derived waxes (beeswax), vegetal based waxes (carnauba wax, rice bran wax, candelila wax), mineral origin wax (ozokerite, paraffin), pigments (iron oxide, ultramarine) and filmifying polymers. These mascaras do not contain water-sensitive moieties, offering an excellent resistance to tears, sweat or rain. As a result, these mascaras can only be removed with a specific make-up remover, able to dilute the dried mascara film.<br /><br />Egg whites are often used in colored mascara.<br /><br />Non water-resistant mascaras are based on water, soft surfactants (like triethanolamine stearate), animal-derived waxes (beeswax), vegetal based waxes (carnauba wax, rice bran wax, candelilla wax), mineral origin waxes (ozokerite, paraffin), pigments (iron oxide, ultramarine), thickening polymers (gum arabic, hydrophobically modified cellulose) and on preservatives. These mascaras can run under the effect of tears, but are easily removed with some soap and water.<br /><br />Polymers in a water dispersed form (latexes) can bring some level of water resistance to the group of normally non-water resistant mascaras.<br /><br />Waterproof mascaras are similar to oil-based or solvent-based paints. Non water-resistant mascaras behave like water based paints. For intermediate water sensitivity, mascaras and latex-based paints (acrylates) contain polymer dispersions.<br /><br />Now you know the rest of the story..............Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-66640222865116726702009-06-28T22:03:00.003-04:002009-06-28T22:21:34.752-04:00Still RecoveringI am on my tenth day post surgery and the bruising is long gone. I went to the doctor this past Thursday and even he remarked at the lack of bruising I had. I was supposed to take the stitches out but only took the knots off. He said he wanted to keep them in to support the incisions and that they would disolve and/or come out on their own. I guess they are doing something because I feel like there is something in my eyes all the time. I am sure it is my imagination, but I think there are stitches floating around in there. LOL. My eyes are still swollen and tearing up. This is part of the healing process and normal. I think since the brusing went so well, I expected the rest to follow just as quick but that is not the case. I do not go back to the doctor until the first week in August. He says it will take six weeks for me to totally recover. My right eye is more swollen then the left so I kinda look like Popeye with one eye smaller than the other. My hubby told me last night to relax and let my body heal itself. Wow, sometimes he says things that actually make a lot of sense! Being the freak that I am, I am already worried that my eyes are not going to be symmetrical. Hopefully it is just the swelling. If not, I will have to go under the knife again. Not that it has not been a good experience but it is just not what I want to do again. Been there, done that, got the tshirt type of thing. I am holding off posting any more pictures until I am fully healed and then I want to have the big reveal. God please give me patience, but hurry! The story of my life! Stay tuned..............Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-11992214907152330472009-06-23T20:01:00.002-04:002009-06-23T20:13:36.397-04:00Day 6<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFQA1JDVNjwsG9N_nj6EKnqUOV88PqLsiZIlIEprQsZVbihdi5d66RBx1fPfFZl6GJhTiDmY-RlQBWRfwrsZeGfpdgZ3MSj6_5KACweNWG-A1JbgmKQw68ZQNEZPF9Vnphv7Dj-FRqg/s1600-h/Day+6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUFQA1JDVNjwsG9N_nj6EKnqUOV88PqLsiZIlIEprQsZVbihdi5d66RBx1fPfFZl6GJhTiDmY-RlQBWRfwrsZeGfpdgZ3MSj6_5KACweNWG-A1JbgmKQw68ZQNEZPF9Vnphv7Dj-FRqg/s320/Day+6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350677778475835202" /></a><br />Another day and less bruising. I had several people do double takes today because they thought I was having bad allergies. LOL! The lower lid beneath the stitching, is swollen and making my vision blurry and my eyes tired. Other than that, all is well. The incision is not very tender any more which is really good. Stay tuned!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-7475518938153792292009-06-22T18:04:00.004-04:002009-06-22T18:09:05.285-04:00Day 5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTwlFMPbzK5ockWvWojAuhqhyAqDrOTaFNdISnM47iO2Dy84hV1pSP9Q_iCJLLGz938W3k0mJQ-SoBli70kTxGS3ItXgFqQJhXRzpOnOKVyQvn3-1__nio2xivc33Gn9TSQiwsgVOAQ/s1600-h/Day+5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcTwlFMPbzK5ockWvWojAuhqhyAqDrOTaFNdISnM47iO2Dy84hV1pSP9Q_iCJLLGz938W3k0mJQ-SoBli70kTxGS3ItXgFqQJhXRzpOnOKVyQvn3-1__nio2xivc33Gn9TSQiwsgVOAQ/s320/Day+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350276285357219058" /></a><br />Thank you girls for all your kind comments and following along with my progress! It means so much to me, you will never know how appreciative I am. The bruising is starting to fade already. As you can see, the eyes are less and less swollen each day. Sending many hugs and kisses your way!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-86444933089523002742009-06-21T17:29:00.004-04:002009-06-21T17:40:52.270-04:004th Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyj8bLIU_g32dutITxWuwVIDHAC1sWXHDA7g0IMxAWi4yMZDh2hnjvgdZt3M0zo0o1rF6j3Z_Ca7ikO8_fuUjFFBExNsd4KWgjvtCV1waz_Gi_32vxcVJnEqMF_srPCNstMRtB0HaM_g/s1600-h/Day4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyj8bLIU_g32dutITxWuwVIDHAC1sWXHDA7g0IMxAWi4yMZDh2hnjvgdZt3M0zo0o1rF6j3Z_Ca7ikO8_fuUjFFBExNsd4KWgjvtCV1waz_Gi_32vxcVJnEqMF_srPCNstMRtB0HaM_g/s320/Day4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899001957282770" /></a><br />Each day the swelling is getting better. today the yellow coloring came in. It is really interesting watching the healing process. Still no pain. My eyes are itchy where the stitiches are and my eyes are getting dry, but no complaints here. I am so thankful I was able to have this done!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-33651445543206522632009-06-19T09:31:00.002-04:002009-06-19T09:37:51.625-04:002nd Day Post Surgery<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ziXuTirzHz8pdl-hOIunUfBI_fjXaQ4ZveMJU9h_S8Ge4HBw8HKwyRCGqqLuSlUalkoEB8CfpgIoB2oQEe5VQU81q2LWMA-M1tqKr0GjPCJ4H8rljGObWbeMH3xKUBkcUamfm9HXQg/s1600-h/day+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 154px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ziXuTirzHz8pdl-hOIunUfBI_fjXaQ4ZveMJU9h_S8Ge4HBw8HKwyRCGqqLuSlUalkoEB8CfpgIoB2oQEe5VQU81q2LWMA-M1tqKr0GjPCJ4H8rljGObWbeMH3xKUBkcUamfm9HXQg/s320/day+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349031104469310386" /></a>I <br />Thanks for the sweet comments girls! As you can see today, I am REALLY swollen. I am blindly typing, so if there are no typos in here, it is a miracle! I have to tell you, there is no pain! It is amazing. Yesterday when the numbing wore off, I had what felt like a bad sinus headache behind my eyes. Took over the counter migraine medicine and within an hour the pain was gone. I am a little uncomfortable because of the selling, but it is not bad at all. I can't wait to heal enough to tell you the rest of this adventure. My doctor is awesome. He took some professional pictures and is going to email them to me to post on my blog as well. He was very intrigued with the fact that I am blogging about this. More tomorrow!Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-6611653977602759622009-06-18T21:23:00.004-04:002009-06-18T21:34:11.529-04:00Surgery Day!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPrG7sDbdB9w7aXw3u5C5z20MisO75XCA5TNftBY-blRg-B5zDd89iS27gDOuM2i3bkVFq_4JE3Z1R5rW1WtV3ZivWtydX777Uu-gXJ4_OkcDRTV6pvwpUJX7GSvQnBhdu7VtijfPeQ/s1600-h/DSCN0477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPrG7sDbdB9w7aXw3u5C5z20MisO75XCA5TNftBY-blRg-B5zDd89iS27gDOuM2i3bkVFq_4JE3Z1R5rW1WtV3ZivWtydX777Uu-gXJ4_OkcDRTV6pvwpUJX7GSvQnBhdu7VtijfPeQ/s320/DSCN0477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348844822417386530" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDfNMIsvpDgvjLJb6zQU4hANVIxIb_nh6ElqzfeTHOi4DvZ-nTD0DiGPNlwE41v2ujCnydawlDe6nfQ3d9Vbdp8L16MAaFtmOY1K9U8ps2fUIJKLXdlXqTg95LybNif8gmw0pXgKqcw/s1600-h/DSCN0476.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNDfNMIsvpDgvjLJb6zQU4hANVIxIb_nh6ElqzfeTHOi4DvZ-nTD0DiGPNlwE41v2ujCnydawlDe6nfQ3d9Vbdp8L16MAaFtmOY1K9U8ps2fUIJKLXdlXqTg95LybNif8gmw0pXgKqcw/s320/DSCN0476.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348844816109548514" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1TLCO2XxRCIXZqcpJmCOL1QNDHmcOd71-8LtQYwi1pdOiNFEeHVNX3cOP73ILCkL19CeuLK-HsOI46fMCRIi1hJYSwqDFR-cKUGobMdi_BjUUBPSLrdMtRdighF7SpnvvO48d-o5qQ/s1600-h/DSCN0484.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk1TLCO2XxRCIXZqcpJmCOL1QNDHmcOd71-8LtQYwi1pdOiNFEeHVNX3cOP73ILCkL19CeuLK-HsOI46fMCRIi1hJYSwqDFR-cKUGobMdi_BjUUBPSLrdMtRdighF7SpnvvO48d-o5qQ/s320/DSCN0484.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348844841989424722" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8bNqeIl4SQ3VpwkGo8vuGXL_K6Cb5zPTlqsUROLhhe1mrYSyFMF9T04wwRSCcT6cKDQTV2aQIbX09UB_7SJ5ftUuBQPuVOHB7QqDlOXWKh3GmCInK0UV5dFpdl2D7vcxpgq7pmyPZA/s1600-h/DSCN0481.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8bNqeIl4SQ3VpwkGo8vuGXL_K6Cb5zPTlqsUROLhhe1mrYSyFMF9T04wwRSCcT6cKDQTV2aQIbX09UB_7SJ5ftUuBQPuVOHB7QqDlOXWKh3GmCInK0UV5dFpdl2D7vcxpgq7pmyPZA/s320/DSCN0481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348844836981900034" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DzpgG8zI2TIBHSru17EmFPp2amEO78ZbYa_G7-FtiXEckBe7sRaoSsw0_wN5GlNS-s-FDo4gNZp1dZ_7zcTtu8EDPfbPTtQXqGynNmbGfAcIkcAZA6vMDb6xaDPz78FQwFM-66iHrw/s1600-h/DSCN0480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DzpgG8zI2TIBHSru17EmFPp2amEO78ZbYa_G7-FtiXEckBe7sRaoSsw0_wN5GlNS-s-FDo4gNZp1dZ_7zcTtu8EDPfbPTtQXqGynNmbGfAcIkcAZA6vMDb6xaDPz78FQwFM-66iHrw/s320/DSCN0480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348844835915829762" /></a><br /><br />Hello to all my sweet wonderful friends! I did have my surgery today and will tell you more in debth about it afer the swelling goes down and I can see. Right now, I am really struggling. Here are some pics from today.The two on top aare before pictures.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-2909186840134886882009-06-09T21:36:00.002-04:002009-06-09T21:41:02.231-04:00My Home Town - Part 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycIr76iM4AAAvaGagtCHsJ6ybn4EOr-lEm1B5R5Pp9cNJIixKkfNgnmQdXAlylMN69QAiEZ_CnmY4oO4S8epAT-G3r_sjLupsP3k-EJBR0cSr8vl05IjYWB5jfRwluBJSDrlWLfls8w/s1600-h/Shreve1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhycIr76iM4AAAvaGagtCHsJ6ybn4EOr-lEm1B5R5Pp9cNJIixKkfNgnmQdXAlylMN69QAiEZ_CnmY4oO4S8epAT-G3r_sjLupsP3k-EJBR0cSr8vl05IjYWB5jfRwluBJSDrlWLfls8w/s400/Shreve1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507915233257186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqNdsNF-oNNSCEw_E2rC52edgUjHTjGXDeDh9rJZtqozU-UmSDSj0Il2wufo3NEeeCVGbJoWQ5RRCMoYcfD5pKO3ge7R1twFHg-5CPk73Dw72kDIphW9a0HF23-baU9qqUkL1Rvxg3A/s1600-h/shreve4.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqNdsNF-oNNSCEw_E2rC52edgUjHTjGXDeDh9rJZtqozU-UmSDSj0Il2wufo3NEeeCVGbJoWQ5RRCMoYcfD5pKO3ge7R1twFHg-5CPk73Dw72kDIphW9a0HF23-baU9qqUkL1Rvxg3A/s400/shreve4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507901954119602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtH-LvJhyphenhypheng6mAhKJIVQEjCH1wyWLZO03I1-6q6stOXOjzzOvYZCEOMbtt4GBQ0QQcm9PGz2uAvp33A3c6DFiyobiwSmFptAHZLN5DlKyO00K1LaPlVUSPcvhVqds_tvfcW8scHPq2Yqg/s1600-h/shreve3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtH-LvJhyphenhypheng6mAhKJIVQEjCH1wyWLZO03I1-6q6stOXOjzzOvYZCEOMbtt4GBQ0QQcm9PGz2uAvp33A3c6DFiyobiwSmFptAHZLN5DlKyO00K1LaPlVUSPcvhVqds_tvfcW8scHPq2Yqg/s400/shreve3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507898288892626" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIuE5E6makpZMHBWcprH2MrsSkz6AF8vYdI4vtNB44wjoR8SVVJjTw8e3YVlQJarU6yVlqLLAXdEvQWWzHY2Pl0sH4VA_twbdOqKT12s7_OpN0oUGUin_NsTJ_H12kH1N9nQsxPJQDw/s1600-h/Sheve3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIuE5E6makpZMHBWcprH2MrsSkz6AF8vYdI4vtNB44wjoR8SVVJjTw8e3YVlQJarU6yVlqLLAXdEvQWWzHY2Pl0sH4VA_twbdOqKT12s7_OpN0oUGUin_NsTJ_H12kH1N9nQsxPJQDw/s400/Sheve3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507895250488402" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjj_Pk0silxIU9-cTFBij-_yR7zeC6qjzO6g-7Q0ftJXct1tBJKkgEfS5nL779rZH0pVQRJEHxB65aTyJWBIqNh6pH7rYu6TK0s1enLBa8cbQsIwXFUr96-MwiRci-Ef2arUo0eAw65w/s1600-h/Sheve.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjj_Pk0silxIU9-cTFBij-_yR7zeC6qjzO6g-7Q0ftJXct1tBJKkgEfS5nL779rZH0pVQRJEHxB65aTyJWBIqNh6pH7rYu6TK0s1enLBa8cbQsIwXFUr96-MwiRci-Ef2arUo0eAw65w/s400/Sheve.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345507886870644434" /></a>Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-78571695077996416402009-06-05T21:41:00.007-04:002009-06-05T22:20:36.858-04:00Brown Eyed Girl is Getting TweakedI just found out today that my insurance has approved surgery on my eyelids. With age, the skin of my upper eyelid has stretched and become redundant. Also the fat seems to have herniated forwared which has created (in my case LOTS of) puffiness. This has caused me to look older and tired all the time. I have had this for awhile and have really become depressed about it. Not any more! I am doing something about it. I am going to have surgery to remove the excess skin and fat. The name for this procedure is called a blepharoplasty. I found some before and after pictures on a patient whose eyelids look a lot like mine so you can get an idea of what to expect. I am having this done on June 18th and I plan to take a before picture and then follow up with daily progress pictures so that you can follow my journey. I am so excited about this and cannot wait to share this with you all. Below are before and after pictures of someone whose eyelids looked a lot like mine before she had hers done. Just want to give you and idea of what to expect. <br />BEFORE<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvNKIxb0ck6Jh5ruhzkzZHxd98etbfJm6ugnx5q5TvsXQ4lQu_vKisPmOoomsi-gNkptqDEftVqY00V1DtQgCQG-s_MWu7B36zyqHwC1v6642FQbSIC-iDmNJkcSirzoRTKdkhX_Kxg/s1600-h/eyelid1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyvNKIxb0ck6Jh5ruhzkzZHxd98etbfJm6ugnx5q5TvsXQ4lQu_vKisPmOoomsi-gNkptqDEftVqY00V1DtQgCQG-s_MWu7B36zyqHwC1v6642FQbSIC-iDmNJkcSirzoRTKdkhX_Kxg/s400/eyelid1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344030214678783106" /></a><br />AFTER<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8ZhE4qX3BNWxewrSEfoaTkOElW-U7v4TaKowenFoZxuiHJY3v6bqn9zQReTA97C11mmwLDCyKmOx3atxRQpoCYh5M0G6P4HdwSM3uaUBNq8T83tK4OsRgsffi8gi7zko9lAak51POA/s1600-h/eyelid2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn8ZhE4qX3BNWxewrSEfoaTkOElW-U7v4TaKowenFoZxuiHJY3v6bqn9zQReTA97C11mmwLDCyKmOx3atxRQpoCYh5M0G6P4HdwSM3uaUBNq8T83tK4OsRgsffi8gi7zko9lAak51POA/s400/eyelid2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344030219725843362" /></a>Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800932118907030185.post-41163041548062464502009-06-03T18:47:00.005-04:002009-06-03T18:52:25.258-04:00Wordless Wednesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQzvKyYC7M-sxXZp8NlYRC70iqTH_oJ5hgP4RN6V39jIMj3WKwrA1_Biys9NNbNoqQVejC7Ye5H2S7_77uuxx8PjsY94caa8Ga7FkWMJv8leBlKaPKhX_OMUhzh3a_cHhX71p4PSxMw/s1600-h/FAMILY.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQzvKyYC7M-sxXZp8NlYRC70iqTH_oJ5hgP4RN6V39jIMj3WKwrA1_Biys9NNbNoqQVejC7Ye5H2S7_77uuxx8PjsY94caa8Ga7FkWMJv8leBlKaPKhX_OMUhzh3a_cHhX71p4PSxMw/s400/FAMILY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343237875765923266" /></a><br />Me and my family. Dr. Gregory is on the right side.Debrahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13175761210196265573noreply@blogger.com4