tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33912382011-04-21T20:29:41.327-04:00She's LumpLump lingered last in line for brains and the one she got was sorta rotten and insane.She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comBlogger1901100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1136438980604774202006-01-05T00:21:00.000-05:002006-01-05T00:29:40.616-05:00Oh my gosh. I can't believe I found my blog. How sad is this? I couldn't remember my log in or password for blogger and had to have it emailed to me. I haven't been online in almost a year. So many reasons why- puter issues, husband and family issues, moving issues. You know- life. That thing that seems to be happening right underneath our noses. Behind our backs when we aren't looking. WhateverShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1090982088685442112004-07-27T22:27:00.000-04:002004-07-27T22:34:48.686-04:00Ahhhh summer is almost over! My kids go back to school August 9th. I may just have time to blog again. We've had a whirlwind summer so far. My oldest two both went to Girl Scout camp. One full week for one and two full weeks for the other. The one-weeker also had 3 weeks straight of 4-H daycamps. Since we discovered our library is online and we can make reservations from home, we've been going toShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1080943263714890452004-04-02T17:01:00.000-05:002004-04-02T17:03:43.200-05:00Long time no post! I've just been enjoying my kid free mornings and afternoons. It's been heaven! Oddly, I haven't been online as much as I was before they started school. I've been going to the library every week. I used to love reading so much, but kind of got away from it as it is hard to concentrate when someone needs their butt wiped or wants a drink or is fighting over a toy. I even found She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1077115460179238182004-02-18T09:44:00.000-05:002004-02-18T09:46:14.983-05:00My best friend's grandfather passed away yesterday. I feel so bad for her. My grandparents are all long gone. The ones that I was closest to passed away when I was in 11th grade, so I've had 16 years to get over it. I just wish I could fast forward this for her. She's never lost someone this close, and he was very important to her. I hate knowing she is sad and hurting :(
I'm listening to my She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1076611864608256052004-02-12T13:51:00.000-05:002004-02-12T13:52:54.060-05:00Duh. I was rereading my last post. I forgot to mention- when my husband got robbed, it was at gunpoint. That's some scarry shit eh? I was quite put out for the first few days. I didn't know what to think or how to feel. He wouldn't report it to the police for reasons that I'll never know. Mostly because he spent the majority of the ordeal unconscious. A red car and 3 guys is all he remembered. I She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1076557950735507062004-02-11T22:52:00.000-05:002004-02-11T22:54:19.543-05:00Wow I can't believe it's been so long since I blogged. Not like I've had anything going on. In January my husband got robbed and beat into unconsciousness at a poorly lit isolated phone booth. There were 3 of them, and they got a grand total of $3.00. My husband had a split open eyebrow which I doctored up with some liquid stithces. That stuff should be in everyone's medicine cabinet. He could She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1071991235078819852003-12-21T02:20:00.000-05:002003-12-21T02:21:31.123-05:00I lost a $100.00 bill today. Yes, you read that correctly...lost a freakin one hundred dollar bill. I was in the van in the drive through at my bank this afternoon. I had to deposit some cash and put it in my little drawer that opens out at an angle- because I hate fishing for it in my purse. Well, this drawer doesn't just pull out, it's a V shaped drawer that tilts towards you rather than 'pullsShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1071808785204276292003-12-18T23:39:00.000-05:002003-12-18T23:40:38.950-05:00I don't know where to begin. I should've known this would be a crazy day when the police department called my house at 8:00 a.m. It's never good when the police dept. calls you, unless you lost something and they found it. Apparently at 0'dark thirty this morning on the way to work, my husband stopped at a grocery store and left his wallet in the parking lot. So I'd just like to say thankyou Mr. She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1071692991974792902003-12-17T15:29:00.000-05:002003-12-17T15:30:44.373-05:00On my way home this afternoon, I was getting really impatient in the 45 mph. construction zone. See, we live in the boonies and they are finally 4 laning it out here. It's been going on for the 3 plus years that we've lived here. Apparently the county is not in a hurry to get it done.
Unfortunately today I got stuck behind Jim-bob and his hunting truck. Jim-bob's truck must not have been She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1071588189333092602003-12-16T10:23:00.000-05:002003-12-16T10:24:00.623-05:00Bummer! I couldn't figure out why my bank account was $200 + over. I was sure all the checks had cleared. I was already making plans for all that mad money. Then it hit me. The stupid grocery check hadn't cleared :( Damnit. Damn. Sucks to get that high then fall that low that fast lol!!!! She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1070776829313245932003-12-07T01:00:00.000-05:002003-12-07T08:04:39.576-05:00Yay! Not only did the check finally show up, but I called the toll free number out of curiosity and the next one, which should've been sent Friday- WAS sent on Friday! So it is back on schedule. Must've had something to do with him taking time off for the holiday. Such a huge, major weight off my shoulders.
Ever have something hit you out of nowhere- thoughts just seem to flood into your head 80She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1070591334409073062003-12-04T21:28:00.000-05:002003-12-04T21:29:34.216-05:00No check in the mail today. I will be super pissed if it is not there tomorrow! It will just be the cherry on top of my week if it is not there. This has been such a shitty week. I really, really need that check. I'm sick, my gut has been churning and burning inside for 3 days now, pretty much 24/7. It's a yucky feeling on top of the stuffy nose and earaches. Oh yeah, plus, I backed into some guyShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1070511995384460812003-12-03T23:26:00.000-05:002003-12-03T23:27:14.420-05:00Yay! I have been calling the toll free number every day to see if my child support has been received/mailed yet. It said it was yesterday. Usually I get it the next day, but my box was empty today :o( So, hopefully it will be there tomorrow. This check and the next one (or last one) before Christmas will pretty much be their Christmas. If that made any sense.
Bad case of nasty indegestion todayShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1070403141875329852003-12-02T17:12:00.000-05:002003-12-02T17:15:55.733-05:00My last child support check did not come. I have to wait for it to be 30 days late to report it. That will be Monday. This is so not a good time of year for this to happen! I haven't talked to the ex asshole in over 4 years and have no idea how to contact him so I have no idea why it's late or if it's coming or if I should start collecting cans or what. Child Support Enforcment knows where he is She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1070200998964737062003-11-30T09:03:00.000-05:002003-11-30T09:03:54.686-05:00Holy frozen balls, Batman! It got down to 34º last night. I think it actually might have been between 30º to 32º because there was frost. There is ice on my a/c unit outside! This is Florida, it isn't supposed to get this cold. I am definetly not cut out to live in cold weather. I don't think I could ever live where it snows. Which is kind of scarry because my husband might want to move to She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1069248297843649332003-11-19T08:24:00.000-05:002003-11-19T08:25:22.310-05:00So we made it to camp. Everything went pretty well. The first night was just getting set up and eating, finding out the schedule. They had different activities to sign up for so both girls got to pick a few different things that we all did together. Some of it we didn't like or it didn't turn out well (it was all craft type stuff except for a hayride around the huge property). But that wasn't She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068782559120412872003-11-13T23:02:00.000-05:002003-11-13T23:02:58.653-05:00What am I thinking? I am so pissed at myself. I've procrastinated and now am in a bit of a bind. Dumbass me. Myself and the oldest 2 kidlets are going on a mother/daughter camp out with a shitload of other mother/daughter's at the Scout camp. I have put off getting ready and we have to leave at 4:30 tomorrow. Grrrrrrreat. I am still washing shit, haven't got a damn thing packed, and don't know She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068630672772531312003-11-12T04:51:00.000-05:002003-11-12T04:51:09.730-05:00What color is my nail polish? It is a bit deceiving in the picture below. For me, anyway. It looks kind of pumpkin-y like a creme finish to me on my monitor. It's really a metallic (or shiny?) cherry-brandy color. I always go for the darker reds or bronze colors. Funny thing is, I have crappy thin fingernails that peel off easily so I don't wear polish on them. As soon as my nail bends -about She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068564607169519272003-11-11T10:30:00.000-05:002003-11-11T10:30:38.343-05:00Kim, the secret is out. I type all my messages with my toes. And yes, those are my toes, not my fingers ;o)
She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068471242535545172003-11-10T08:34:00.000-05:002003-11-10T08:33:59.973-05:00This weekend, I am taking my oldest 2 girls, currently 13 and 10, on a mother/daughter camping trip at the Girl Scout camp along with other local members. I am half glad for the break, half worried about my back and walking alot. It's going to take a toll on my back, hips, and feet. Sometimes one of my hips will get sharp pains and actually lock up or give out. Pretty scarry when there is nothingShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068438469831229482003-11-09T23:27:00.000-05:002003-11-09T23:28:20.190-05:00I really don't get why movies are made that are obviously geared towards kids, as in the new movie (forget the name) with Looney Toons characters as well as real people, then go and rate them PG or PG-13? That kind of shit really pisses me off. Just gotta add that one little word or implication to get that PG rating in hopes to attract adults, thus making more money. Well fuck them, I'm not goingShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1068033087917599972003-11-05T06:51:00.000-05:002003-11-05T06:51:26.600-05:00Yawns... I've been up since 5:30 this morning. My honey was late for work and in his rush, he dropped one of his prescription pills in the kitchen. We couldn't find it. I looked again after he left, and still can't find the bastard! It won't hurt the kids. In fact, it is one of those antibiotics that tastes like rotten sulfurus eggs with some rotten onion, for about 3 days if it touches your She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1067982352527315462003-11-04T16:45:00.000-05:002003-11-04T16:45:50.546-05:00My 4 yr old can be so neat sometimes. Other times she can be a regular old 4 yr old. Anyway, we were sitting on my bed after school today, when I told her I think about her during the day and wonder what she is doing at school. She said she gets bored during cirlce time (story time) and that she wonders the same thing about me, then she went through this whole list of stuff that I do that I am She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1067963220099863242003-11-04T11:27:00.000-05:002003-11-04T11:26:58.430-05:00Wow! I can't believe I waited this long to update. I got busy with Girl Scouts and doing all the stuff to be the leader since the old one quit. Seems like everytime I think about blogging, something else comes up. I just got done with 3 weeks of sick kids, then my honey got it, and now looks like I am getting it. Great. Just great. He had a double ear infection and had to get prescriptions. ThankShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1064677644644602432003-09-27T11:47:00.000-04:002003-09-27T11:47:24.296-04:00Today is my first born's birthday. 13 years old. Where has the time gone? She is taller than I am now. She wants a boyfriend. She wants a phone in her room. She wants to go to school dances and football games. She wants makeup and nail polish. She wants her hair "done" and highlighted. She giggles on the phone with her friends. She is in 7th grade and can't wait to get to high school. She's left She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1064581758713538782003-09-26T09:09:00.000-04:002003-09-26T09:09:18.740-04:00I was poking around on my state's Department of Corrections site last night. I have this fascination of looking up names of people I went to school with. I am sure some of them turned out to be convicts and I like to see if they are in jail. Plus it shows their pictures if they are. Sadly, but in a funny kind of way, I've actually found some of them. Anyway, I noticed a link to the side for She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1063982046200011882003-09-19T10:34:00.000-04:002003-09-19T10:34:44.383-04:00
This is what my 4 yr old is doing this morning. Notice the horse only has 3 legs. I asked her if he was handicapped and she said no, he was mentallycapped because he didn't have any hands. Where do they get this stuff from? She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1063745756226986542003-09-16T16:55:00.000-04:002003-09-16T16:55:55.686-04:00By the end of this week, it may be just me and the twins during the day. My 4 year old finally got a spot in the head start class. I never
signed them up last year because it was in a dumpy tiny little place. I wouldn't want to drop my dog off for the day, much less my kids. Now the class has moved to the nice daycare up the road. I know a lady who works there, and her best friend owns it. Two She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1063629977822575272003-09-15T08:46:00.000-04:002003-09-15T08:52:38.900-04:00I love elephants. I realized I liked them about 10 years ago when someone gave me a glass elephant plant stand. It was about 3 feet high, and kinda looked like one of those indian elephants that wear the blanky over their back and tassels hanging off the corners? And they have the little thingy on top for people to ride on? Well, that thingy is the flat place that you sat a plant on. It broke a She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1063552112240120162003-09-14T11:08:00.000-04:002003-09-14T11:08:32.290-04:00OK comments are finally back up. I've had a really rough two weeks and just have not been up to blogging at all. Female problems ya know. I don't know what is up but things that should only take a week took two weeks and I feel like I haven't slept in days. No energy. Body aches. Something has happened in my left hip/outter thigh. Feels maybe like sciatic nerve is pinched. Yeah, mmmm...makes me She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1062511369992056422003-09-02T10:02:00.000-04:002003-09-02T10:02:49.920-04:00Apparently my comments are having issues. Hopefully they will be back up soon.
Magic the puppy is such a good dog! He wants to chew but that is reasonable for a puppy. He's got a stuffed toy and some rawhide bones. We also give him crunchy doggy biscuits. We only had a few peepee accidents and almost all were not his fault. No poop accidents. Thank God! I am not about having dog shit on my She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1062159466555622932003-08-29T08:17:00.000-04:002003-08-29T08:17:46.566-04:00I was still trying to wake up this morning after turning on the news. I like to catch the weather report for my man before he heads out. Once I am awake, my stomache starts churning and I have to put something in it pretty quickly. Luckily I hadn't done so yet because I was unfortunate enough to see a very disturbing sight- Madonna at the VMA slipping tongue to Britney and Christina. Nasty, nastyShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061920258816135612003-08-26T13:50:00.000-04:002003-08-26T14:07:18.470-04:00I am feeling better today, thanks for asking :) My forehead is still toasted. Fresh aloe is a wonderful thing!
OK! I finally busted the webcam out and got pics of the new addition. He is 8 to 10 weeks old and his name is Magic. For whatever reason, I can only post 2 pics at a time and have them show up. Must be a Blogger rule. .Sorry about the glare! He's so dang black that I had to sit a lamp She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061869002259625002003-08-25T23:36:00.000-04:002003-08-25T23:36:42.306-04:00Ok Mae you can kick my ass. No pic- we went to the beach yesterday and my face is burnt. I was so tired and feeling ill...headache, upset stomache and a burnt face. Nasty. I just wasn't in the mood to screw with the webcam. Sorry :( She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061776476252784582003-08-24T21:54:00.000-04:002003-08-24T21:54:36.110-04:00And I didn't have time to post the new addition. I have time now but I am sunburned and am going to go paint myself in aloe lotion and lay down under my fan. I'll have to post the new addition tomorrow. I'll take a pic and post it. (just for you Mae lol)She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061606731028548362003-08-22T22:45:00.000-04:002003-08-22T22:45:30.953-04:00There is going to be a new addition to our family. More on that tomorrow.
I ran out of deoderant and was supposed to go shopping yesterday, in which case I would've been fine. Except that I wasn't able to go shopping yesterday. And I am really freaky- I have to girls who have deoderant but that would be like using their toothbrush. Yuck. I showered last night and stayed inside the a/c for the She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061553119690534022003-08-22T07:51:00.000-04:002003-08-22T07:51:59.566-04:00The tongue thingy is gone. Do you know how hard it is to bite the very tip of your tongue on purpose? It just automatically pulls back. Yeah, sure you can get a hunk of it at the end and chomp down but I am talking about the very very tip end. It was really pissing me off. I spent allllll day yesterday biting at that bastard. Today, it appears to be gone. Yay!
I've been linked! Linkage has beenShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061467181410533442003-08-21T07:59:00.000-04:002003-08-21T07:59:41.430-04:00I've got one of those things on my tongue. One of those little annoying hard things that hurts like a bitch. Right on the very tip of my tongue so that it keeps getting bumped against my teeth. It was just swollen, but now it has erupted- for lack of a better word- and is kind of half hanging on. Double the fun! I can actually move it back and forth. I can't bite it off or I would. My teeth just She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061296739851538532003-08-19T08:38:00.000-04:002003-08-19T08:38:59.770-04:00Seen on Rhonda's blog this morning...Top 5 guilty pleasure songs.
Don't You Want Me by Human League
Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper
Memories from Cats, the musical
Super Freak by Rick James (yes, I am super freaky)
Girl I'm Gonna Miss You by Milli Vanilli (see, told ya)
She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061223273046829752003-08-18T12:14:00.000-04:002003-08-18T12:14:33.126-04:00I've been thinking alot about a girl I went to middle school with. She signed my yearbook and we had classes together. We were friends during that time but went to seperate high schools. I never talked to or saw her after middle school until she made the news. She shot her little girl and dumped her body in a dumpster. She was mentally ill before this and wasn't taking her medication. Wtf is She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061214206905578012003-08-18T09:43:00.000-04:002003-08-18T09:44:27.560-04:00Rhonda's local bookstore chain is being bought out by a big name. Sad to see that happen. It made me think of the movie Demolition Man with Sylvester Stallone and Wesley Snipes. The one where Taco Bell was the only restaraunt. Befpre we know it, we'll be ordering mild sauce with ournext book purchase.She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061209644310868742003-08-18T08:27:00.000-04:002003-08-18T08:27:24.396-04:00Yeah, too bad the banner isn't pink lol! I would love to do away with it. I checked out the blogger deals. I haven't really checked around. Anyone have a better deal? Feel free to let me know.
The man's van is still down with tranny problems. I dropped him off at the job site this morning and his coworker was already there. He informed us that he thinks he as strep throat. He had a fever last She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061120362763602582003-08-17T07:39:00.000-04:002003-08-17T07:46:16.536-04:00It's 7:30 a.m. and I've been up for an hour and a half already. I'm ready to go back to bed but my kids will be awake just as I fall back to sleep :( Not like I can take a nap later... I get to take my oldest two into town to see if we can find more school clothes. The two who nitpick at each other and egg each other on. I might just leave them at the mall. Oh yeah, and checking out my weather She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061069929718223172003-08-16T17:38:00.000-04:002003-08-16T17:38:49.750-04:00Duh! I wasn't exactly throwing a pitty party or anything but I wondered why I had NO comments since I returned. I needed to update my comments code **rolls eyes** sheesh! The comments were there, they just reflected as "zero" comments so naturally I didn't bother to check. She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061061965712814282003-08-16T15:26:00.000-04:002003-08-16T15:31:59.083-04:00Running out of time here- don't have my comments and links and shit working yet. I'll have to finish tonight. Ugh! I hate leaving it unfinished :( I know the pink is BRIGHT but damnit, I was tired and depressed with the blackness. I needed something bright and cute ya know? Seems like I am heading toward that time of year- Fall- when I start getting down. Might as well perk myself up eh?
I foundShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061060801557859272003-08-16T15:06:00.000-04:002003-08-16T15:17:56.703-04:00
Finally trying a new skin. Not done yet :o)She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061008348566470882003-08-16T00:32:00.000-04:002003-08-16T00:32:28.133-04:00
Are you one of those freaks who starts shopping for Christmas on December 26th? I'm not. I have just recently picked up a few things though. This is the earliest I have ever started. I tend to procrastinate so I am getting a head start this year no matter what. I know people who wait til Christmas Eve to shop!She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1061007233858433612003-08-16T00:13:00.000-04:002003-08-16T00:13:53.653-04:00
Evil bad ebay! I could sit here all day long surfing ebay for shit. I could really spend an asston of money right here through my keyboard....She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060925254169441292003-08-15T01:27:00.000-04:002003-08-15T01:32:00.283-04:00
I need to find a new template. I'm tired and depressed with all the blackness. I just can't find anything I like and don't have enough time to design my own.
I am right across from my son's room. I can hear his little boy snores. He talks to me in his sleep and it's usually followed by giggles. Gotta love that.She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060829606500019252003-08-13T22:53:00.000-04:002003-08-13T22:58:07.003-04:00
So, when you are laying on your back doing abdominal exercises, and the 97 pound woman on the video says to pretend like you have an apple under your chin and chest so that you keep your neck inline with your back- how exactly do you accomplish this if you have really big tits? I guess I could just pretend whichever tit is under my chin at the time is an apple. She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060795248637532342003-08-13T13:20:00.000-04:002003-08-13T13:25:34.550-04:00
I so need to loose weight, and alot if it. I lost 20 pounds, but like I said, need to loose more. I kind of gave up but I haven't gained any back which is good. I need to start moving my butt rather than sitting on it. It sound so easy. Hard to do though when you've torn your body (namely the back and knees) up having kids. I have one of those Tony Little Gazelle gliders. I love it. I just She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060784284233854772003-08-13T10:18:00.000-04:002003-08-13T10:22:51.736-04:00
I'm so tired of hearing about who was captured. I'm desensitized. Shut up already. Let me know when you catch Osama or Sadam. I don't give a rats ass about their sons, their family, their neighbor, their shoe shiner, their food taster, their camel dung picker upper. Fuck all that already. She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060663554774310932003-08-12T00:45:00.000-04:002003-08-12T00:45:54.660-04:00
It's after midnight here. It's raining out. Makes me want to get naked and have sex standing up in the rain. It's on my list of things to do. Do you have a list like that? I get tired of the same old same old scenarios and like to change things up. She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060526273920038282003-08-10T10:37:00.000-04:002003-08-10T10:37:53.953-04:00WTF? I hate assholes. Anyone know why when I try to access my own blog addy by typing it in the addy bar, some freak ass bible page comes up? When I go here by another link on a message board, it works fine. I saved the link to my favs and it works fine. Type it in by hand though and the bible page comes up. Ugh!She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-1060521484719421192003-08-10T09:18:00.000-04:002003-08-10T09:18:04.750-04:00
Ahhh... the last day of summer. For my family, anway. School starts tomorrow. I will actually have time to blog again! I have had a somewhat quiet summer except for having 5 kids underfoot. I sometimes wonder if I could get away with putting them in a basket and leaving them on someone's doorstep. I just need a big enough basket.
I am hoping that my youngest 3 get into Head Start. I've always She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-909067482003-03-18T01:09:00.000-05:002003-03-18T01:09:14.246-05:00
I watched The Ring a few nights ago with my honey. I don't do gross gory crap movies and this one wasn't bad. There were a couple of times when I knew something freaky was going to happen and I didn't look. I would either end up having nightmares for days, or not being able to go to sleep at all. So, I did accidentally see one or two things I didn't like. I won't spoil it for those who haven't She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-907232172003-03-14T13:54:00.000-05:002003-03-14T13:54:20.920-05:00
Brazenly copied and pasted from one of my favorite message boards. Please check this shit out- especially if you need a good laugh. Emergency InstructionsShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-907114462003-03-14T09:58:00.000-05:002003-03-14T09:58:40.043-05:00
I ate too many Froot Loops for breakfast. My eyes feel gluey. My feet are dry. I need to go brush my teeth and get rid of that Froot Loopy goodness. I haven't brushed my hair. I am in my most embarrasing nightgown. It's white comfy cotton with little flowers. The straps got so ragged out that they were actually rotting. I cut them off. The only way to keep this nightgown up is to tuck it under She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-905850252003-03-12T08:35:00.000-05:002003-03-12T08:35:49.983-05:00
Freedom fries? Freedom toast? Why not just tell the truth and call them Artery blocking fries? or Fat Ass Toast?She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-905294292003-03-11T11:47:00.000-05:002003-03-11T11:47:32.060-05:00I'm feeling alot better, thanks for asking, Alli! :) I had to quit taking my blood pressure meds so I could kick this crap with some Robitussin. It was virtually gone in just two days! I wonder if it would really hurt for me to take things like Robitussin or anything with ephedrine. I mean, it's not like I am on the severe end of needing blood pressure meds. On the other hand, I do need them....
She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-904021612003-03-09T10:08:00.000-05:002003-03-09T10:11:38.000-05:00
I like all these neat internet gadgets that tell you things like www.extremetracking.com. I just love it. I know I've mentioned this before but just have to do it again. I get a kick out of the words people use at search engines and end up at my site. Yesterday someone poor soul was searching over at MSN for dogfarts again. It's time to get these people some help! The reason they found my blog She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-903571982003-03-08T10:36:00.000-05:002003-03-08T10:41:20.000-05:00
After another break I am back. Sicker than a dog but back. I've been selling Girl Scout cookies, magazines, and cookie dough. I hate that shit. I usually don't do fundraisers like that other than the cookies. However, since my oldest daughter made the softball team, I decided to do the mags and the dough because it helps pay for the bus that takes them to and from the away games. The ones I She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-886466952003-02-06T08:46:00.000-05:002003-02-06T09:17:50.000-05:00
It's a National tradgedy. I'ts horrific. Unbelievalbe. Devastating.
Of course it is. It's also time to move on. I am so tired of hearing about the shuttle crash. I'm not insensitive. I'm sorry for these people's families. I don't envy them. I also don't want to hear another word about it. With the exception of if they every find out exactly what the cause was. The tile? A bad call? Some dumbass She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-883377842003-01-31T13:20:00.000-05:002003-01-31T13:23:48.000-05:00
And where the hell is my blogrolling links list? I just noticed it's not there. Great- now I have to try and remember the password for that, too. It's amazing how much you forget in 6 short weeks.
She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-883061002003-01-30T22:42:00.000-05:002003-01-30T22:42:59.083-05:00
All is right in my world.....or is it?
After a rocky end to 2002, I feel like things are ironing out now. Nothing was wrong between me and the old man, it was all due to the fact that his "family" home (that would be the one that his mother died in, left to 3 of his older sisters, who just can't let the money pit go) needed an ass ton of remodeling, reroofing and so on. And guess who did it. I She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-882689392003-01-30T09:48:00.000-05:002003-01-30T09:48:21.553-05:00
Oh. My. God. I hate my phone company. Rat scamming bastards! They canceled my calling plan without me asking them to, and it resulted in them trying to charge me over EIGHT HUNDRED bucks. Which I of course refused to pay. And got my phone cut off. I can't even get the guy who has the power to fix it to return my calls. And of course all I can get is his voice mail. But, I'm back now. With a She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-855020492002-12-04T16:46:00.000-05:002002-12-04T16:46:50.000-05:00
I'm going to bitch because I can
I am so sick and tired of people that have to take everything seriously all the time, every moment of the day. People who not only can't take a joke, but can't make one either. It must really suck to have to have a rod shoved up their ass on a day to day basis. Sometimes you just have to lighten up, maybe even smile. Living like a sour grape all the time has got She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-854844652002-12-04T10:17:00.000-05:002002-12-04T10:17:04.480-05:00
slimy and salty in my mouth, yum
Rolling around on my tongue, sliding, slippery, slimy, salty, hot. Sometimes a big gob, sometimes it's just a little. It used to gag me really bad. And I mean bad. I am the gag girl and I am not talking about jokes. As long as I don't let it sit in the back of my throat I'm ok. If it's just hanging out in my mouth, I can handle it. Only briefly though. I won't She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-853881522002-12-02T13:46:00.000-05:002002-12-02T14:35:51.000-05:00
Shut yer pie hole!
I'm a pie making fool today. Well, for me anyway. See, today we are having our Thanksgiving dinner at home. We spent the actual holiday at David's sister's house. The turkey was good, but I was disappointed that there weren't any mashed taters and gravy! And no apple pie. There was pumpking, but not apple. I have to have taters and gravy, and apple pie. Or it's like Christmas She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-852812332002-11-29T23:33:00.000-05:002002-11-29T23:33:19.553-05:00
goodbye, it was nice knowing you
I never updated after the fair. David really pissed me off. He's very hyper at times, and he had some odd notion that we needed to run from one end of the fair to the other, double stroller and 3 other kids in tow. Um, no. Sorry, not gonna do it. We're at the fucking fair for christ's sake. Not running a marathon. Not to mention he left me struggling with the She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-840665152002-11-05T11:46:00.000-05:002002-11-05T11:46:12.030-05:00
carnies can be your friend, too.
It's that time of year again. The fair is here. As a kid, I think I loved the fair more than Halloween. Not as much as Christmas, but more than Halloween. The smells, the sounds, the lights, the crowds. Kids squealing from atop the ferris wheels. Most of the time the weather had begun to cool off, just enough to get everyone moving. What big stuff I was, seeing She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-840033862002-11-04T09:04:00.000-05:002002-11-04T09:04:04.753-05:00
it's my shit and I can bitch if I want to
and I will by God! I have this hanging plant that David got me for Mother's Day. It's the kind that grows fairly quickly and you can break it off and make new plants. Only it doesn't hang. It sits on top of my spice rack by the kitchen window. Right next to the sink. I have it arranged all nicely with the long tendrils snaking behind the sink, around my She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-829740082002-10-14T14:19:00.000-04:002002-10-14T14:19:53.036-04:00
This month has been one year since David's Aunt Ann passed away. And two years this month since her son's wife passed in a horrible car accident. She was decapitated. I was kinda freaked out about his (he is David's close cousin) wife, even though we weren't really close. I felt awful about it, and really bad for the cousin. I've not been able to shake the morbid thoughts that seem to be She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-828707952002-10-11T23:29:00.000-04:002002-10-12T09:32:45.000-04:00
Did you know I am addicted to the Sims? If you've ever been addicted to a game of any sort, you know how it is. There is just something about the meaningless day to day life of a Sim. They do the same thing every day. Sure, there is a little deviance here and there, but it's really all the same after a while. And yet, on I play. On, and on....must feed them, must have fun, need to get those She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-827445842002-10-09T12:04:00.000-04:002002-10-09T12:04:44.966-04:00
My kids have been keeping quite busy. Thus my absence from posting as much. Having a 6th grader is a whole different ballgame from elementary school. Added on top of that the fact that my 4th grader's teacher has wisened up since my older daughter had her, and no longer pussyfoots around with assignments, our homework load is a bit heavier. Taking precious time away from my blog. I know, I knowShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-821916792002-09-27T09:51:00.000-04:002002-09-27T09:51:28.736-04:00
Happy Birthday to my oldest daughter, Desirae! She's 12 today. Well, she will be in an hour or so. She was born 10:56 a.m. and weighed 9 pounds even. My my, it's been along time. She and I were just sorting through pictures to organize them for my scrapbooking, and to help her towards earning one of her 'sign' badges in Girl Scouts, "The Sign of the Rainbow." Looking at her newborn pictures She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-818671482002-09-20T08:15:00.000-04:002002-09-20T08:15:33.786-04:00
Sorry I haven't been posting. I just haven't got back into my patterns since school started. Now 6 of the 7 of us are sick. I've been trying to catch up on reading my 'reads' ...I FINALLY started a scrapbook. I only have 12 years worth of my kid's pictures...shouldn't take me too long to scrapbook them, right? She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-814705612002-09-11T15:57:00.000-04:002002-09-12T12:03:01.000-04:00
September 11, 2002
God bless America. Bless those left behind and lift their sorrows.She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-812791332002-09-07T11:20:00.000-04:002002-09-07T11:20:19.573-04:00
i think i'm stoned
I wish I had been stoned. It might have helped to not make a difference at the end of this episode. I started a new blood pressure med yesterday. When I went in for my appointment, I had my 3 yr old, and 2 yr old twins with me. I can't imagine that had an impact on my heart rate. Maybe it was from taking all three kids into the bathroom at the same time, and they all had to goShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-811873042002-09-05T09:43:00.000-04:002002-09-05T09:43:33.843-04:00
Early this morning, around 4 a.m. my 2 yr old son woke up and brought me his pillow. I was on the sofa, so I just had him lay right there on the floor. A while later when daddy woke up to go to work, I shushed him so he wouldn't wake lil David. We were both standing there looking down at him. His face was totally relaxed , both arms were stretched above his head. Big David and I stared quietly She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-808666042002-08-29T08:33:00.000-04:002002-08-29T08:36:36.000-04:00
missing parents
I just watched the Good Morning America (ABC news) special this morning on the September 11th babies. They showed pictures and footage of the 63 babies they got together a few months ago, and had them all sitting in carriers next to each other. If it weren't for the reason behind having them together, it would've been funny watching them try to get that many babies to sit still She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-808279522002-08-28T12:04:00.000-04:002002-08-28T12:04:39.320-04:00
SCREAM! no, not the movie
That's what I woke up to at 7 this morning. Georgia, one of my 2 yr olds, screaming her head off. Because she was mad. Grumpy. Hating the world. That's what she gets for not sleeping during naptime yesterday. She's been bitchy all morning and I'm about to pack a bag and run away. I can't take anymore screaming. I can't think straight. Now lil David is doing it. He, too,She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-807256402002-08-26T08:36:00.000-04:002002-08-26T08:45:27.000-04:00
well done please....or not
Two chcikens with West Nile virus have been found in the neighboring county. One was in the town where David went yesterday, to install an air conditioner at the family house. We were going to go with him. I didn't feel like it, so we didn't. The house's back yard is a pond. It's mosquito haven out there. F' if I'm going! Other than the chickens, there have been She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-806882932002-08-25T09:56:00.000-04:002002-08-25T09:56:05.936-04:00
yes, i am lump, aren't i?
bobbie jo, i will be sure to send you a message via yahoo because i am entirely too lazy to email you. so be checking that at the end of the week,k?
my lump is feeling better every day and will probably be totally gone by the time I go to the Dr. That's fine. I'm still going to tell him about it because for such a slight bump it sure lasted a long time and caused alot She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-806524022002-08-24T08:28:00.000-04:002002-08-24T08:28:13.680-04:00
insane in the membrane...
Ok, i'm not saying I'm not insane, but I think it's more like I'm just very worried. I haven't been posting much but I've been reading when I felt up to it. The reason being is that about a week ago David and I were in the jacuzzi and I started getting this dull yet painful ache in the back of my head. It came out of nowhere. I think I may have bumped it on a lever thatShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-805322752002-08-21T14:38:00.000-04:002002-08-21T14:38:30.536-04:00
i can, can you?
What the hell was I thinking? Desirae's Girl Scout troop is kinda small compared to some. Over the summer they only had 3 to 5 girls meeting. The other's aren't coming back due to moving, or loosing interest. Anyway, they are short on funds now. I suggested saving aluminum cans and turning them in, donating the cash to the troop. Grrrrrrrreat! I guess that means I volunteered She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-804466322002-08-19T17:53:00.000-04:002002-08-19T17:53:55.533-04:00
take that check to the bank, baybee!
David came home after a mere 2 and a half hours. Considering it's a 45 minute drive into town, I was very disheartened by the sound of his truck. I waited at the door, anxious to hear what I already knew he'd say..."No luck, I'll have to go again tomorow" or something to that effect. Much to my surprise, he had a few numbers to call. Bosses aren't always on She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-804380502002-08-19T14:18:00.000-04:002002-08-19T14:18:27.320-04:00
flat(tery) will get you nowhere
As David was pulling out, I recalled that he had one of the carseats in his truck. I needed it because I was going to have to run the girls to school after the alarm clock episode this morning. It was too late to flag him down and I considered running after him in the van. I could've caught him. Only, that tire that needed air in it last week.....was almost She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-804342362002-08-19T12:43:00.000-04:002002-08-19T12:45:01.000-04:00
what a way to make a living....
David would work 9 to 5, 5 to 9, 9 to 9 or 5 to 5 if that's what it took to pay our bills. All he wants to do is work. Is that so hard to ask? Well, today he is not at work, but out looking for another job. The guy he's been working for for 3 1/2 years now is finally beginning to rub us the wrong way. Work is no longer steady, and hasn't been for the past few She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-803799302002-08-18T00:42:00.000-04:002002-08-18T00:42:38.920-04:00
See what happens when three troubled teens get together.
Now what just ran though your mind when you read that? I know I was personally thinking OH GREAT! A car stolen, house set afire, juvenile detention, robbery....and so on. Well, that actually came from a book description (The Watcher by james Howe) in one of those book orders that the teachers pass out every few weeks. Scholastic, Arrow, She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-803387982002-08-16T19:42:00.000-04:002002-08-16T19:42:37.950-04:00
the hell?
"Good morning class! Welcome to 6th grade English/Language Arts Class! Today we're going to read OH The Places You'll Go by Dr. Seuss!"
Um, I'm sorry but a whole UNIT called Mystery and Imagination, beginning with a Dr. Seuss book for my 11 yr old child? My 6th grade 11 yr old? This last unit of 8 is the cherry on top. I'll have to sum up the first 7 later. Is it just me or does She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-802290982002-08-14T09:08:00.000-04:002002-08-14T09:08:01.576-04:00
enough already!
Even though I only have a few blogs linked on my blog, I have several more, maybe 20, that I have bookmarked and read almost daily. Why haven't I added them? I dunno. I just add one here and there as I feel like it. The only time I've deleted a blog from my bookmarks is when it's no longer being updated. Well, today was a first. I'd found a blog that I've seen linked here and She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-801816722002-08-13T08:25:00.000-04:002002-08-13T08:25:28.870-04:00
Lord of the Rings and...I tried, honestly!
I don't know what the hell was going on with my blog. I don't know if anyone else was having problems and haven't had enough time to find out because shit from my last post (kids being sick) is still lingering on. Thank God only the 3 little ones seem to be affected. Anyway, I tried to post yesterday and while it showed up for me at blogger, it wasn't She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-801383462002-08-12T10:29:00.000-04:002002-08-12T10:29:25.680-04:00
missing in action
Oh.My.God. The past week is nothing compared to the last two days. I've been busy getting the kids ready for school with clothes shopping, haircuts, shoe shopping. I hate shoe shopping the most. My girls are 11 and 9 and wear sizes 9 1/2 and 8. They don't make many women's shoes appropriate or suitable for girl this age. I'd rather dig my eyeball out with a rusty spoon than She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-798181442002-08-04T17:58:00.000-04:002002-08-04T17:58:33.946-04:00
sue me, I hate to shop!
Of all the days I picked (finally had David home to stay with the babies) to go school clothes shopping with Desirae and Celeste, it started pouring. It was the mother of all downpours. It was the bastard of all lightning and thunder storms. The kind that make you jump out of your skin. It must've been directly over us. We had to wait a good half hour before we were ableShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-797981242002-08-04T02:06:00.000-04:002002-08-04T02:06:19.753-04:00
welcome!
I guess it would be nice of me to mention I added a couple links. Welcome to my reads Rhonda'licious' (whom I found via Kat ) and Cherry.She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-797976212002-08-04T01:49:00.000-04:002002-08-04T01:49:37.703-04:00
what the hell is that smell ?
I've been walking around the house since I got out of the shower about 4 hours ago. I keep smelling something. I'm just sure it's something the twins have gotten into. Let's see...this morning Georgia got the brand new big bottle of dish soap and took it into her room and dumped about 80% of it out on her carpet. In one spot, thanks for small miracles. But I'm not She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-797946522002-08-04T00:15:00.000-04:002002-08-04T00:26:00.000-04:00
pig knockers?
Pig knockers! That's what my niece called woodpecker's when she was little. Somehow, to her ears, even when you said WOOD PECKER, she heard PIG KNOCKER. I hadn't thought about her saying that in years. Made me laugh again when my 3 year old told daddy she was having me-float for dinner. That and she wanted to know when her teeth would start falling apart. I told her "Not til the She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-797768042002-08-03T12:51:00.000-04:002002-08-03T12:56:11.000-04:00
yeah baby!
so, you can see what's been on my mind today :D
I Am The Sex Toy:
Hi-Tech Masterpiece: Some
say that I was developed in a
top secret lab while others say
I was developed by aliens for
my probing capabilities, but
only I know the truth!
My mission here on earth is to
launch a full out assault on your
genitals with my spinning beads,
vibrations, and clitoris teaser.
My LCD She'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3391238.post-797647142002-08-03T01:44:00.000-04:002002-08-03T01:44:42.626-04:00
she took the skin right outta my mouth
mmmmm that feels so good. I don't know how the hell I managed it. Yes I do. I was having chicken enchiladas with yellow rice for dinner Thursday night. I was starving and in my haste I forgot that *I* had just JUST taken the rice off the stove. It was hot, hot enough to take the skin off the roof of your...er my mouth. And that is exactly what I did. Yay meShe'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08741458977425141989noreply@blogger.com