tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82026062011-04-21T10:43:17.627-07:00Neciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244639572285506337noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202606.post-1094517005786895392004-09-06T17:21:00.000-07:002004-09-06T17:30:05.786-07:00<ol><li><div align="left"><strong><em>CAN I HAVE A WORK EXCUSE FOR TODAY...</em></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><em>FOLLOWED BY CAN I HAVE A WORK EXCUSE FOR TOMORROW</em></strong></div></li><li><div align="left"><strong><em>DO YOU THINK I SHOULD STAY OFF WORK FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK</em></strong></div></li></ol><p align="left"><em>lABOR DAY PEOPLE!!!! AND SOME OF US ACTUALLY HAD TO WORK. THOSE OF YOU WHO GOT WORK SLIPS NEEDED THEM THOSE WHO DIDN'T.... NEED WE SAY MORE.</em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202606-109451700578689539?l=thislittlelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244639572285506337noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202606.post-1094434755265177192004-09-05T18:28:00.000-07:002004-09-05T18:39:15.266-07:00<div align="center"><em><strong>Which is good because my first blog sucked!!!</strong></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">I kind of wish I was a professional at this but, as you can tell I don't have a clue. I aspire to be an excellent blogger like some of these wonderful creative minds out there. You know who you are. In reality I suck!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The other day I woke up and I felt old really, really old. Not just I love the 80's old but, my teenage son hates me kind of old. You know only us old folks have that problem. When did I get old. It's like stretch panties, and nair facial cream and support hose you just know you are old.</div><div align="left">Ever think about the fact ladies that men lose their hair and we grow more in strange never before inhabited places. Well that's not quite true their hair slides down their heads gracefully to their back and shoulders. Now there is a thought, hair sliding down... on the move.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'm tired I'm old and I have to get up at 5 am to go to work.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Goodnight folks!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202606-109443475526517719?l=thislittlelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244639572285506337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202606.post-1094352062128770242004-09-04T19:32:00.000-07:002004-09-04T19:41:02.130-07:00<div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Read your post stupid before you press send!</span></strong></em></div> <br /><div align="left"> Otherwise everyone thinks you are a stupid, inbred female from Georgia. Cue the banjo's please! I meant to say, I have one lovely Australian Blue Heeler and, several sooners, ( sooner one breed as another). The sooners eat here, I don't claim them. Their favorite hangout is the dump several miles away from here. At least that's what they smell like. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><strong><em> Preview is a wonderful thing I think I will use it!</em></strong></div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202606-109435206212877024?l=thislittlelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244639572285506337noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8202606.post-1094347082077173912004-09-04T18:05:00.000-07:002004-09-06T17:15:39.996-07:00<strong><em>WELCOME TO MY BLOG!</em></strong> <br /><strong></strong> <br /><div align="left">If you just wandered in let me introduce myself, my name is Necie. I've been </div><div align="left">watching a few others do this and, I have wondered if I can pull this off. I'm your normal mother of two, married with at least one mutt I lay claim to, not to mention a few sooners that keep wandering in to be fed. </div><div align="left"></div><ul><li><div align="left"><em>I work in the healthcare profession.</em> </div></li><li><div align="left"><em>I work as an Emergency Nurse.</em></div></li><li><div align="left"><em>My Life is a little stressed.</em><em> </em></div></li></ul><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em>That in itself some days is enough to fill a blogspot!!</em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="left">How did I get to this point in making a blog you ask?</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Let's see... kind of bored... curious if anyone cared... and I played hooky from my son's </div><div align="left">football game. Anyway here it is a beginning anyway!!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Necie</div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8202606-109434708207717391?l=thislittlelife.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Neciehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16244639572285506337noreply@blogger.com0