tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-127909962024-03-12T23:15:34.844-05:00rocker momWearing flip flops and catching sun on Christmas IslandUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-69286648115618041632009-09-05T17:12:00.013-05:002015-04-03T20:23:42.390-05:00PrivacyI always knew that putting stuff out onto the world wide web means anyone can see what you write. I mean I have gotten hate mail, fan mail, marriage proposals and the sort.<br /><br />But nothing compares to what I received the other day.<br /><br />What I am about to tell you is just fucking outstanding. The person who sent this to me, not only made me shit my shorts, but made me realize that "you never know who is reading" the shit u put on the internet.<br /><br />In the years I have been writing here, this is the first time I have gotten a letter from someone of this magnitude..im sure it will be the last as well.<br /><br />I had a post about the many questions I had regarding the Michael Jackson case. So many things not adding up, so many things not making sense.. It was more a joke, and poking fun and the stuid shit that is out there..<br /><br />But one person in particular, did not see the humor or the oddity as I didd..<br /><br />I got a letter from someone inside the Jackson family, whom shall remain nameless. I will not go into the details of our emails, who it is, or any of the sort..<br /><br />They said they simply found my blog thru a blog seach in the weeks after Michael died, wanting to read what others thought about his untimly passing..and they came across the one I had written, and thought it was funny and heart warming..(thier words, not mine)<br /><br />Below are just snipits of the first said letter..<br /><br />Now I'm only publishing a tiny portion of what was in this letter, as some things were just none of anyone else's business.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Michael was a kind and giving soul and our hearts will forever miss him. We do indeed need to move past, and solider on, and carry his works out. Wipe the tears and help someone less fortunate than ourselves. </strong></em></p><p><em><strong>Take your creative side and make a masterpiece,As Michael would want all of us to do.</strong></em></p><br /><em></em><br /><br /><strong><em>Our Michael has passed on, and it has been nothing but a nightmare for everyone, and than to see you (a fan) criticize our ever move at Michael's service was not only uncalled for, but agonizing.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>You have no idea what our family has been through, and I just want to say I am sadden by this.</em><br /><em></em><br /><br /><em>Please take into consideration the feelings of others when writing something about another person. I am not asking you to take the post down, but to remember the pen is mightier than the sword (so to speak)</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Thank you for understanding</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>________________ Jackson</em></strong><br /><br /><br /><em></em><br />Those are just bits from the first letter..I will say though the email I sent back on the first letter was done in Rocker Mom fashion, so there was cussing as well as other things..<br /><br />In the second letter I recieved from this person they talked about how Michael needed Privacy not only in his life, but in his death. That I could not possibily understand the kinda "strife"..(thier words, not mine) he endoured while alive.<br /><br /><p></p><p>I will leave you with a song Michael wrote called Privacy. I always loved this song, but now it has new meaning for me, as I never really got it until now.</p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsjDZZAM630">www.youtube.com/watch?v=hsjDZZAM630</a><br /><br /><br /><br />anyway...just thought I would give you the reason as to why my post is now gone..<br /><br />the Internet...what a weird fucking thing...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-45643561173391141562009-09-01T10:38:00.011-05:002009-09-08T18:19:48.091-05:00smooth Criminal..indeedI never have claimed to be Sherlock Holmes. But I can smell a rat when I see one. In this post I am going to unravel somethings for you people. It may be an eye opener for some of you.<br /><br />want to know a fact?<br /><br />Michael Jackson is not dead.<br /><br />And in this post I will give you my reasons why. You need to read this all, and watch and look at all the links I leave, because I can not very well explain every single thing on here it would take too long. So some things I will be explaining with video..mmmkay?<br /><br /><br /><br />First off, why don't we start with the ever so popular ambulance picture of Michael on his dying ride to UCLA?..ok..<br /><br />here is the pic.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1BIYIGivI/AAAAAAAACDc/h2TSvqFLsVA/s1600-h/michael-jackson-ambulance.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376525142321433330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1BIYIGivI/AAAAAAAACDc/h2TSvqFLsVA/s320/michael-jackson-ambulance.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ok, now I am about to point out WHY this is NOT Michael Jackson. First off, did he get a tan?..take a good look at this...<br /><br />Now here is a picture of Michael taken two days before he died..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1BdUYpFGI/AAAAAAAACDk/fffL8CZWYP4/s1600-h/Michael-Jackson-last-pictures.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376525502094316642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1BdUYpFGI/AAAAAAAACDk/fffL8CZWYP4/s320/Michael-Jackson-last-pictures.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you notice anything?<br /><br />the nose is not the same, the skin color is not the same..<br /><br />That pic of Michael in the ambulance is not only way to young to be Michael, buts its from another era..does this look familiar?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1B3Ly9bHI/AAAAAAAACDs/INmIBs-MB90/s1600-h/1398.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 218px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376525946465381490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/Sp1B3Ly9bHI/AAAAAAAACDs/INmIBs-MB90/s320/1398.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Do you see where I'm going with this?<br /><br />This alone does not add up!<br /><br />Here is a video that really goes into detail about this issue..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g91YGe5ouqs&feature=channel">www.youtube.com/watch?v=g91YGe5ouqs&feature=channel</a><br /><br />Plus in the leaked coroners report Michael was bald and missing his nose piece...(which i don't think he has a nose piece)...but yet in the ambulance his hair is in place and his nose from the late 80's is firmly in place?<br /><br />That does not bother anyone?<br /><br />just me?<br /><br />hmmm...<br /><br />Michael was always famous for saying never believe what the media tells you.<br /><br />Now lets move on to Mr Conrad Murray!..this will be BIG huge fun!<br /><br />He is a cardiologist, yet he does not know you do not give CPR on a bed?<br /><br />his one dumb mother fucker.<br /><br />Now I want you to watch this video..pay attention to it..its only like 2 minters long!..stay with me here folks..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bkKm2Grp6k&feature=channel">www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bkKm2Grp6k&feature=channel</a><br /><br />OK..did you watch it?<br /><br />Was it Dr Murray calling the Never land staff, or was it Michael calling to say the plan has been put into motion?<br /><br />Does any of that make sense to anyone?...am I the only one who has issues with the fact he saw Michael not breathing, yet spent 90 on the phone before calling 911?<br /><br />I want to now move on to this memorial we all fed into.<br /><br />I admit, I cried like a fucking baby..<br /><br />watch this video..and tell me how you feel about the memorial now..it all kind makes sense..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDnxSXyvjkQ">www.youtube.com/watch?v=yDnxSXyvjkQ</a><br /><br /><br />is anything adding up to you guys yet?<br /><br />no..seriously?<br /><br />ok, lets move on..<br /><br />Lets get into the fact no one will sign the death certificate. Why? Because its illegal to sign a DC if the party is not dead.<br /><br />BUT WAIT Rocker Mom...faking your death is illegal.<br /><br />sure it is..your right.<br /><br />But if you notice, no monies have been exchanged yet.<br /><br />I heard a few months ago, maybe in May that MJ was planning something big before his concerts.<br /><br />than I came across this little piece of info..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.tourdates.co.uk/news/8854-michael-jackson-david-blaine-plan-magic-and-music-spectacular">www.tourdates.co.uk/news/8854-michael-jackson-david-blaine-plan-magic-and-music-spectacular</a><br /><br />anyone who is a MJ fan, knows he LOVED magic..<br /><br />That was written back in 2006, and if you think about it, it would take this long to plan such an event!<br /><br />Moving along..<br /><br />Here are a few other videos for you to wet your whistle on..<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_fQvG34Rp8&feature=channel">www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_fQvG34Rp8&feature=channel</a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8V7FuneZOc">www.youtube.com/watch?v=I8V7FuneZOc</a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfnzkCf0brU&feature=channel">www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfnzkCf0brU&feature=channel</a><br /><br />OK now lets talk about something else..<br /><br />Why did they not show his body at the memorial?<br /><br />because there is no body.<br /><br />The family claims it was because the side of his face was caved in during the futile attempts at CPR..first of all, if they are doing CPR on your face, thats never a good sign.<br /><br />Second, in the ambulance photo, he face is fine..in fact, so fine his make up and hair are perfect!<br /><br />On Sept 3rd they will be having a burial. A private burial.<br /><br />Not sure what they are burying...but here are some interesting points.<br /><br />Marlon Jackson, Mikes brother made a statement that the kids have made letters to put inside the casket. And Mikes will be buried with stage make up, and his white glove. Also that his hair dresser is fixing up his best wig!<br /><br />As the body WILL be shown..<br /><br />Whats wrong with this picture?<br /><br />Well Rocker Mom,,seems plausible to me.<br /><br />REALLY?<br /><br />lets dig deeper into that.<br /><br />First of all, why go into so much detail about the make up and such?<br /><br />Second, they said his face was too badly damaged to show at the public service, yet his nearly 3 month old decomposing body is OK to show in front of his children?<br /><br />Sure he has been in refrigeration over the last two months, but that does not stop the decomposing process..<br /><br />Its all for show...this whole burial is all for show.<br /><br />And the fact his grave is private where fans can not come see is a red flag. Michael loved his fans dearly. What Mike hated was the press and media, twisting stories and making up lies about him...the fans though..he adored!<br /><br />So why have his grave away from his fans?<br /><br />Because they worry some crazy person will dig the body up to see there is indeed..NO BODY!<br /><br />thats why.<br /><br />Now I have a couple theories on why this went down..<br /><br />My first one is that he is staging the biggest comeback, never to be outdone..There is a lot of people in on this, so the jig will be up soon..trust me.<br /><br />I have heard two scenarios relating to this theory.<br /><br />In October the movie comes out. The one with all the rehearsal footage, that just HAPPEN to be shot in hi-movie quality film...u don't find that odd?..at the end of the movie I have heard all will be revealed..<br /><br /><br /><br />who knows...<br /><br />the second thing I have heard is that something is suppose to happen at the tribute concert they are holding in Vienna later this month.<br /><br />I'm not sure I buy that one..<br /><br />My second theory as to why this went down is because MJ life was in danger.<br /><br />Mike worked with a man named Dr Thome Thome..just a month before he died Michael fired this man, as he did not trust him anymore.<br /><br />The man was over heard saying how he would bring death and mayhem to the Jackson family..<br /><br />(go to YouTube and search Michael Jackson 162 it goes into more detail on this man)<br /><br />So was his life really in danger?<br /><br />Who knows...<br /><br />Another thing..Michael was good friends with a man named Gotham Chopra, who appeared on Larry king shortly after the death.<br /><br />On July 13th..(or there abouts) he tweeted on Twitter..<br /><br />"had the most fascinating dinner with the man who runs the world from behind the curtain"<br /><br />what the fuck does that mean?<br /><br />Dr Murray will never be arrested.<br /><br />There are a ton of people in on this. Which is amazing.<br /><br />But I feel there is no way MJ would go thru all this to NOT come back. He wants to prove he can he is back and better than ever!<br /><br />Now if MJ is indeed dead, than there is some shitty police work going on and it just confirms that the Jackson family only thought of Mike as a walking ATM..because what mother,father,sibling would not bury their loved and just let them rot inside a fridge at a cemetery?<br /><br />makes no sense.<br /><br />I can poke so many holes out of this story it not even funny!<br /><br />I have many more issues with this story...but I will write a part two maybe..<br /><br />So..what do you think?<br /><br />Is Michael Jackson dead?<br /><br />or is he staging the biggest comeback of all time?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-76741910044413757442009-08-18T19:19:00.009-05:002009-08-18T19:42:33.521-05:00what happens in Kansas...ends up hereSo I went to Kansas...and there were no yellow brick roads, flying monkies or the scarecrow from the wiz..<br /><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div>what a fucking rip off.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Had a great time with the BFF, the tots had a great time and didnt want to leave..</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I will show you some pics because I know u people love that shit.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotFrD-qGmI/AAAAAAAACCs/sI4KR5zK7I0/s1600-h/SANY1602.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371463586674252386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotFrD-qGmI/AAAAAAAACCs/sI4KR5zK7I0/s320/SANY1602.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Thats two of my tots one of her tots and I on the back of some donkey thing in some town there..</div><br /><div>I know, I give out way too much information.<br /><br />thats a group of us at a total dive of a bar for a night out in the land of Oz...dont be hating</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotIXG5HDiI/AAAAAAAACDM/w1A8soc5h9U/s1600-h/SANY1617.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466542393789986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotIXG5HDiI/AAAAAAAACDM/w1A8soc5h9U/s320/SANY1617.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>lets see,here are more..<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotG6yF4SYI/AAAAAAAACC8/ITJaXgMvXWQ/s1600-h/SANY1631.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371464956262238594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotG6yF4SYI/AAAAAAAACC8/ITJaXgMvXWQ/s320/SANY1631.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotHWUj_sEI/AAAAAAAACDE/MVc9GF__pEw/s1600-h/SANY1626.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371465429371826242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotHWUj_sEI/AAAAAAAACDE/MVc9GF__pEw/s320/SANY1626.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotJA_Y0NTI/AAAAAAAACDU/l-2nQmN7i0I/s1600-h/SANY1627.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotJA_Y0NTI/AAAAAAAACDU/l-2nQmN7i0I/s1600-h/SANY1627.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467261933794610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SotJA_Y0NTI/AAAAAAAACDU/l-2nQmN7i0I/s320/SANY1627.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Since this little computer of mine is stupid, thats all Im posting..</div><div> </div><div>I know it looks like I live a great life, I take all these cool trps to lame places, go to concerts and dive bars in the middle of nowhere Kansas. But I put my pants on one leg at a time like the rest of you. </div><div> </div><div>I also met a friend of mine there whom baked me some cookies which were damn good! We ate at a Mexican place where both my girls refused to eat at.</div><div> </div><div>Thats how I roll!</div><div> </div><div>Im getting closer and closer to moving out of this shit for saken state..But thats all i am going to say right now..</div><div> </div><div>Im on a mission to get out of here.</div><div> </div><div>Oh and I was offered a job in kansas..maybe, just maybe I will take it.</div><div> </div><div>its workin cornors every other weekend, but its a gig right?</div><div> </div><div>Thats all folks..</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-26765482478283664132009-08-05T16:59:00.006-05:002009-08-05T17:33:59.090-05:00on botherYes I realize its been a coons age since I was here. I was on vacation give a girl a fuckin break will ya!<br /><br />I got back last week, and have been trying to get my crap figured out. Because when you are gone for a few weeks, your crap tends to get un-figured, or something..I dont know.<br /><br /><br />I got my braces put on last week, and holy shit...thats all I can say...holy shit..<br /><br /><br /><br />any questions?<br /><br /><br />I am still grieving over the loss of one Michael Jackson. WHY? I have no fucking idea. But it bothers me more than anything. Put a fork in me, I'm done!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is just a warning, don't put me in a room alone with the man who killed him, cause one of us will be dead and one will be in jail...im just sayin..<br /><br /><br /><br />Sure in a way Michael did it to himself, but Conrad Murray being a doctor and all was suppose to PROTECT him, not kill him! All these people enabled him and it sickens me to no end! You don't give a drug addcit anestisia to go to sleep!..or anyone for that matter...what a fucking idiot!<br /><br />No one helped him. Michael wrote many songs about his drug addictions, he was crying for help and yet no one gave a shit!<br /><br /><br /><br />If you have never heard the song Morphine, I suggest you go to youtube and find it...Boo and I love this song because it kicks ass!..but it is sad...so very sad!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />someone needs to pay for what they did to him!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Music means more to me than just about anything other than my family. I am always listening, dancing or singing something..always!<br /><br /><br />I had a specail kinda bond with him...and um no you asshats, he didnt molest me.<br /><br /><br />But its something I cant even explain...and now he is gone..never to be seen again!<br /><br /><br />and I'm pissed..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ok..moving on sonsaguns..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I went to my Def Leppard show with my girlfriend Kim..boy did we have the best flipping time..here are some pics..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoCOgPnsFI/AAAAAAAACCU/nYDGhnPdsfo/s1600-h/100_4945.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 315px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366604354162241618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoCOgPnsFI/AAAAAAAACCU/nYDGhnPdsfo/s320/100_4945.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoCoeUk11I/AAAAAAAACCc/6KcvT05Bifs/s1600-h/100_4977.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366604800322754386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoCoeUk11I/AAAAAAAACCc/6KcvT05Bifs/s320/100_4977.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />there....<br /><br /><br /><br />I also took my tots to the county fair...here is a pic of the kids and I..<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoDVfnOs6I/AAAAAAAACCk/-w1U_HwR6DA/s1600-h/100_5052.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366605573763543970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoDVfnOs6I/AAAAAAAACCk/-w1U_HwR6DA/s320/100_5052.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoDVfnOs6I/AAAAAAAACCk/-w1U_HwR6DA/s1600-h/100_5052.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SnoDVfnOs6I/AAAAAAAACCk/-w1U_HwR6DA/s1600-h/100_5052.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dont we look all wholesome? Kinda like you ripped that picutre out of a Parents magazine..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My computer is being a total douche bag right now...<br /><br /><br /><br />anyway, thats us at the county fair...just like Charletts Web, Minus Charlotte, Some Pig, Fern and Templeton.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'm going to Kansas next Friday..the fam and I are going on a road trip to see the pal that moved out there...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You know how much I love those damn road trips.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What else was I going to say?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hell, i don't even know!<br /><br /><br /><br />The tots are growing like weeds on a cold summer day...<br /><br /><br /><br />yes i saw cold cause its been as shitty ass summer here.<br /><br /><br /><br />The Boy has braces now..him and I look like douches together..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />thats how we roll!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-63934840753242398172009-06-28T09:33:00.012-05:002009-06-28T11:10:59.386-05:00Man in the mirrorWhen my grandpa died 2 years ago, that was the last time I truly sobbed. It takes a lot to make me cry, I am known for having a heart made of snips and snails and puppy dog tails. Just ask my son,he will tell you.<br /><br />When a celebrity passes away, I never give it much thought. I think..<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">ehh, thats sad, sorta</span>, and go about my day.<br /><br />In the 5 years I have been writing on this blog, I have never really spoke about anyone famous who has passed away, because I normally don't give two or hell three shits about any but a select few.<br /><br />When he died, I was in shock, total and udder shock. I did not know what to think, as this man was an intricate part of my childhood, and now he is gone. For Christ sake I practiced the Moonwalk for hours on my front porch because I thought since I am going to be his wife someday, I should really be a back up dance, cause I do have moves..<br /><br />I had the red "pleather" jacket with the beading, the glove and my most prizes possions, my Michael Jackons Microphone that I sang all the shitty songs of the 80's with.<br /><br />stop laughing, I do have moves...damn it people, cant you see I'm grieving?<br /><br />No matter what you think about him, it makes no never mind to me, because this is my blog, and these are my thoughts, so get bent...<br /><br />now that thats out of the way, I can go on.<br /><br />Saturday I finally broke down and sobbed and sobbed. And right now as I write this, I am listening to my Itunes with my 20 plus MJ songs that I have<span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">, hey his songs are GREAT workout songs, trust me!</span> I am wiping tears from the corner of my eyes, because I still can not believe he is gone.<br /><br />It hit me bad yesterday morning, I was watching MTV or something of that sort, and they played his videos over and over again as a reminder to, that a part of my childhood had died.<br /><br />I would see Bylines like this<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">In Memory of Michael Jackson 1958-2009</span></span><br /><br />And it would make me sick. Still does.<br /><br />No matter what you thought about his personal life, and frankly, I will be the first to say that he had some serious mental issues. But with a childhood as he had, how could he not?<br /><br />The poor man suffered from a severe case of body dis morphia I do believe.<br /><br />At one time he was the most beautiful man on the planet. I can recall watching the video "say Say Say" and thinking, holy cow, my husband is the most beautiful man in the whole world.<br /><br />Take a look at this video, he is so young, so care free, so happy..practically perfect in every way.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gWvBXS2t4A">www.youtube.com/watch?v=5gWvBXS2t4A</a><br /><br />He is looking his best in this video, and this one is the really brings the tears to my eyes..<br /><br />As I grew older, and as he did, I had second thoughts about bearing his children..Because he was just creepy looking.<br /><br />This man was a poor tortured soul, and it breaks my heart his life ended so suddenly and his image tainted with all sorts of scandals. None of us know the truth, however I cant judge a man for things I am uncertain that he did. Like the rest of you, I have my doubts, but I can not let that taint the image of him I have embedded in my mind as an 8 year old sobbing when I heard his hair caught on fire, thinking he would surly die.<br /><br />When I think back at his legacy, it makes me sick inside to hear the grossly things people say about him. The fact of the matter is, there is not an artist alive today that could even come close to surpassing his talent.<br /><br />My son asked me the other day if such a big deal would be made if one of the Jonas Brothers died. I told him maybe on the Disney Channel, but in the real word, hell no...Than he asked the same thing about Miley Cyrus...I said the same thing. Than he said what if one of the Jonas Brother killed Miley<br /><br />I told him you might have a story there my son.<br /><br />No one can hold a candle to him musically..And those are the facts.<br /><br />Now in my later years I was not such a big fan, because like many I thought not only was he weird, but all the scandals were just keeping me at bay. But about two years ago I came to the conclusion that no matter what I may think of him now, it does not change the fact most of his songs are flawless, and his talent surpasses anything that will ever be seen again in my lifetime.<br /><br />About two months ago I was at Best Buy looking for some good workout songs, songs that make u want to move around and dance. In my hand I held History past present and future by Michael Jackson. It had every song I loved and them some. I thought to myself, I cant be seen with this shit. I can not go look the cashier in the eye and make this transaction. I just can not do it.<br /><br />So I set it down. I thought I could do this in the privacy of my own home on a thing called Itunes.<br /><br />So thats what I did.<br /><br />When I look back at that, I feel ashamed. I was too embarrassed to buy a Michael Jackson CD.<br /><br />I am not going to get into the logistics of him molesting tots, cause frankly it makes me sick..Now if he would have been convicted of those things, I have a feeling my thoughts would be slightly changed. In my heart of hearts I have to think, for my own good, that people were taking advantage of his kindness and his wealth and thought thats the way to bring this man down and hard...In my own mind thats what I NEED to think.<br /><br />And thats all I will say about it, because its neither here nor there. We will never know the truth..So for my own sake, I need to think that he would not do anything of that sort.<br /><br />There are a few artist out there who influenced me in different ways.<br /><br />Elton John made me want to play the piano. When I was very small I remember my parents listing to Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, and I was just hooked on the piano after that.<br /><br />Prince influenced me in many ways a young child...Him and Michael Jackson both made Me want to be singers and songwriters as well as a dancer.<br /><br />What child in the 80's did not watch a Michael Jackson video and want to be a dancer?<br /><br />I had a note pad in my room and would write and compose my own songs, and when my parents were not home, i would go pound out the tunes on my piano. I wrote some pretty good shit too.<br /><br />Those days are dead and buried, as well as most of my inspiration from the time period.<br /><br />Here is another song that I adored..still do...<br /><br />he looks so healthy in this video, although I can not ever picture him really having those sexual desires for anyone, its still a great song.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tnI2_Ym7PI">www.youtube.com/watch?v=6tnI2_Ym7PI</a><br /><br />Like I said, I don't want to hear how YOU hated him, or that he was a child raper...this was written to heal my own soul.<br /><br />I thought for three days on whether to even write anything..but my heart is so sadly broken, I just had to get it all out.<br /><br />A part of my childhood is gone, someone who made me love music as much as I still do to this day, someone who inspired many of us is gone..<br /><br />Its going to take me a while to let this all sink in, because Its still like a very bad dream.<br /><br />I will always remember him for the music man he was. Not for the tabloid fodder he had become over the last 15 years.<br /><br /><br />Its not fair to his children or to those of us who he inspired.<br /><br />You need to make a distinction between his professional life and his personal life.<br /><br />No one ever will achieve the greatest he had in his professional life.<br /><br />And those are the things that will keep his memory alive within me.<br /><br />Thats all I have to say about that.<br /><br />cause I'm bad.<br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">R.I.P August 29th 1958-June 25th 2009<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SkeNa-ZthYI/AAAAAAAACCM/pl26hQ3uPgo/s1600-h/ap_jackson_thriller_405.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352402176720078210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SkeNa-ZthYI/AAAAAAAACCM/pl26hQ3uPgo/s320/ap_jackson_thriller_405.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you for the music, the inspiration and for being my first choice for walking down the aisle with me.<br /><br />Love you Michael!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-50607706535620567992009-06-18T09:43:00.003-05:002009-11-23T12:08:57.249-06:00Come see the softer side...well in a few days I am leaving for London to get some things ready for our big arrival! I can't wait for our life there, even though it is only temporary,I'm going to enjoy it while I am there. <br /><br />Mike is so excited about his new journey. He tells me its an adventure. I believe that, he works really hard, I barely see him anymore. Which is a good thing right now because he is getting cranky. don't think he is getting enough sleep.<br /><br />I had a wonderufl time at home with the family. it was so nice to see everyone. Seems like I have been on the go for months now, I will be glad to get all settled in and know I do not have to leave for a while.<br /><br />I may even start having tea and crumpets. Maybe pick up a fake British accecent like Madonna, oh what fun!<br /><br />We got together with his family in mid May and sort of said our goodbyes to everyone, it was nice. I think we now have all our goodbyes out of the way. I hate goodbyes.<br /><br />Well I better wrap this up I need to get some things packed for London. I will be back on the 26th, and will call everyone when i get back. we are making our big move in like less than weeks I think..WOW, its coming fast.<br /><br />well love you all and Mike and I will see you all very soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-43605745639783098862009-05-28T11:02:00.002-05:002009-05-28T11:35:34.205-05:00well...So I thought maybe it was time for some sort of post, or update or some shit. I know how you people like to keep tabs on me, cause you are all nosey like that, and I get that.<br /><br />Well I had my surgery, it went ok, I am still alive as you can see. Today I find out if I am having another one. Its all big fun, I swear to God, I wouldn't lie.<br /><br />My Boo graduated from her pre-school, so now she is well on her way to graduating high school. The Boy is doing well, has a baseball game tonight and is always lookin for chicks. Little does he know I would rather him be gay than to bring a chick home. I don't think I will like any dames he brings home, because none are going to be good enough, and may only be using him for his hot roller blading skilz or his allowance.<br /><br />Blondie is doing well. She graduates the third grade next week. She nearly bit her bottom lip off the other day at school.<br /><br />Lets see, what else are u dying to know about?<br /><br />Oh, our house is now for sale. So far there has not been any action, which is ok, cause we are not nearly ready to move yet.<br /><br />The hubs is looking for employment in Arizona. That is where we both settled on.<br /><br />Why are we moving you ask? Well, its a long and drawn out affair. Number one, MN sucks worse than MI when it comes to jobs and weather...I take that back, I think MI does suck more in the job area, I do stand corrected! We are glad we got out of that tumbling job market when we did. If we would of stayed sure as shit he would not have a job now.<br /><br />We kind of feel this is a good time..<em>even though the economy is shaky, better than it was, but still shaky</em>, because our tots are getting older and once The Boy hits high school, its down right cruel to drop kick em out of school and shove him into a new one.<br /><br />A couple years ago, the hubs and I decided in two years we would try and get out of here, not knowing the economy would shit itself.<br /><br />Now that the economy is starting to re-potty train itself, we are more hopeful of getting out of getting out of here.<br /><br />Plus he has had to take a nearly 15% pay cut, they stopped matching his 401K which means at this rate, we won't ever have enough money to retire. I can not find good enough employment here and there are too many mosquito's.<br /><br />If a place hires him, that means their company is doing pretty f-ing well, otherwise they are not going to relocate a body from MN.<br /><br />It may take a while, but eventually we will be out of here.<br /><br />I am also looking for employment out there. I have a diverse background, I can do writing, I can work with the mentally ill, I can work in jails, and I can count, and I am damn good at my ABC's<br /><br />So far I see tons of shit I could be hired for but it is kinda hard to even try to apply for anything until I know for sure when we will be there. But at least I know there is hope once I get there.<br /><br />We just want to be settled down, and know we can plant our roots firmly into the sand..(<em>cause ya know, its sandy out there and shit...</em>) We don't want to have to think about relocating ever again..<br /><br />The hubs is somewhat excited about the upcoming adventure...He said to me..<br /><br />"Arizona does not sound all that bad"<br /><br />My tots are excited about going there. Except The Boy. But he always looks for things to complain about. Once he gets there, that boy won't know what to do with himself, being surrounded by chicks in shorts all year round.<br /><br />Now that the first part of my job is done, meaning my tots are all in school, and I can focus on doing things for me, I am looking forward to the journey. Before the tots were all in school, my main priority was to be here with them, because I myself did not have tots for them to be raised for 8 hours a day by someone else, even their grandma..My mom raised her tots, its not her job to raise mine..It's MY job.<br /><br />So I sacrificed a good 10 years to be able to be here when it counted. Now that my son is old enough to babysit in the summers and during school breaks I am home free to be able to either continue my education or jump right in to full time employment.<br /><br />Only there aint shit here...<br /><br />Times are tough for many people right now. And we are thankful hubs is still gainfully employed, even though he has taken a huge pay and retirement cut.<br /><br />But its time to move along..to get settled and stay put forever.<br /><br />Where the sun is always out, the snow rarely hits, and palm trees all around. 4 hours from Vegas, 5 hours from San Diego. The tots and hubs can still go tussle in the snow if they wish, cause there are mountains and places where it does snow, which is only a drive away. Its the best of everything.<br /><br />Now we just need to get there.<br /><br />So there, your nosey little fuckers are updated.<br /><br />Peace Out~Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-42893528171470988932009-05-02T21:35:00.002-05:002009-05-02T21:40:55.383-05:00Well, its my birthday, I am having surgery Monday and God willing we will be moving soon.<br /><br />So whats new with you?<br /><br />Someday soon I hope to be back to my full time blogging job, but ya no, I am a tad lazy and its not like I have not told you this before.<br /><br />Oh, and I hope noone gets the swine flu..<br /><br />I have had one too many cherry bombs tonight...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-88122904122083561972009-04-11T21:52:00.004-05:002009-11-23T11:48:57.981-06:00how<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">How the HELL did 10 turn into 50?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-89931612290418011172009-02-28T20:07:00.003-06:002009-03-06T20:02:31.300-06:00lets see<span style="font-size:130%;">EDIT at BOTTOM</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I know its been a while..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am officially going on a blogging vacation until my birthday in May.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I will be in and out of the blog world till than..taking the tots away for Spring Break, registering for school, and doing all sorts of dirty things you will not be interested in at all.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I will tell you later about the shemale I saw doing Meth in the Cashwise parking lot, or the woman I saw wipe out on the treadmill at the gym, or the endless asswipes I encounter on a daily basis..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Or the fact Pale Girl is moving to Kansas in June..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">After she leaves, what the hell am I going to blog about?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am going to have to find a new pale girl..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My son will be 12 on st Patricks Day..I am getting old..he even has a Facebook now, all his little snot nose friends do as well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Good thing we did not have that kinda shit when I was a kid..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">On July 24th I will be attending a Def Leppard concert in Detroit with a girlfriend from High School, we will be near the front, showing our boobies, thats how we roll...Aqua Net, fishnets, and cleavage galore..its going to be a sweet day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So I will be back May 2nd with pics and updates and a new look I think..so please stayed tuned.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">When I have time, i will be dropping by to see everyone..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Things have been really weird here at home, and I have not even been on my blog in over a week.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ya no, I had 11 baby hamsters to tend to..but I took nine of them back to the store that sold me the knocked up rodent..God top fukin dollar.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">U can catch me over at Facebook if u want..I tend to log on there more than anything..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I will be back and better than ever in May..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't forget me, and I wont forget you...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Peace out bitches.<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><blockquote></blockquote></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I am officially a pre nursing student...I will be a RN in a few short years...I will be spending my summer taking math and chem classes as well as a nurse aide class..all these things are mandatory for me to get in the nursing program..</span><br /><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">I will be a busy little beaver...</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">but a freakin hot, smart and blood lovin beaver..</span></p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span> </p><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">PEace OuT!</span></p><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-9946792310697136642009-02-19T09:35:00.000-06:002009-02-19T07:47:13.316-06:00and on the 10th day<span style="font-size:130%;">I am not sure where to begin, so lets just skip that part.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yes, everyone knows I bought my daughter a hamster for her birthday, and yes a week later she drops a load in her cage of what apprear to be grubs..</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This was the grubs as newborns..</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SZws0DCOf7I/AAAAAAAACBs/XH_62FSJrcI/s1600-h/100_4730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304163733815066546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SZws0DCOf7I/AAAAAAAACBs/XH_62FSJrcI/s320/100_4730.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This was them at like two or three days old, at this point I was really unaware at how many of these nasty lookin shits there were..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now today, at ten days old..I am certain..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SZwtO2pF8VI/AAAAAAAACB0/RB-AByMuOtw/s1600-h/100_4774.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304164194344890706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SZwtO2pF8VI/AAAAAAAACB0/RB-AByMuOtw/s320/100_4774.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">there are too fucking many...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets see, what else..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have some topics I am going to be covering in later posts..so stay tuned..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been laid up on my back for days, and not in a good way..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">curse the common head cold..it really takes this bitch out for a walk.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Peace out..</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-25263504821395273832009-02-08T15:49:00.005-06:002009-02-08T18:29:57.092-06:00its a couple girls, and a couple boys<div><span style="font-size:130%;">So I took Linda back to the store because she was disabled...she has been gone about a week now..poor laddie couldn't walk to the water.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Than today, it appears as though Annie had a little of puppies, I mean hamsters.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Stupid rodent was rolling around in her ball last nite, not a care in the world..I took her out, let her crawl up my arm and we kissed a little..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">no thats not weird.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Than today, I find a tiny,nekkid hamster in the food dish just a squeaking away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I lift up Annie to find about 6 or 7 more where that one came from..So far they are all alive and doing well.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I called the pet store, because she was obviously knocked up when I got her, because I got her less than two weeks ago, and hamsters are pregnant about 3 weeks.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I remember telling the hubs how fat Annie was, and that she needed to walk around in her ball more.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Damnit..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The store said they would buy them back if I wanted..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">SO right now I am sittin on a $100 gold mine..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I just may go into the hamster breedin bidniss.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">They can pop babies out every couple weeks and very low maintence kinda delivery, and flexable hours.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">hellz yeah!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SY94-dMSGRI/AAAAAAAACBk/q5mlmPAnlRI/s1600-h/n546409552_2071978_2885.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300588300821731602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SY94-dMSGRI/AAAAAAAACBk/q5mlmPAnlRI/s320/n546409552_2071978_2885.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-72397785907634450502009-02-03T09:26:00.002-06:002009-02-03T09:44:20.890-06:00Mistaken Identity<span style="font-size:130%;">I need to fix something. I had said that it was Annie who was handicapped, but I was wrong, it was Linda.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Poor Poor sad Linda.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I called the pet store I got Linda and Annie and told them Linda was well, a special needs hamster.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">They told me to bring her in..So I did. The woman set Linda in a little box and said she was going to keep an eye on her, but thought she would need to out her down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So lets have a moment of silence for Linda.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Poor rodent may be running on the big wheel in the sky now..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It is just like me to pick out a hamster with special needs.she woulda had to ride the short bus to hamster school.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So now Annie is an only child, and that girl is always into some sort of trouble.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I put her in her ball when the tots are at school, and she can find trouble a human toddler could never find.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, our two hamster household has dwiddled down to one..<em>if dwiddled is not a word, I am copyrighting that one too!</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Rest in Peace Linda.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">When I was at the gym last night, the teens who live at the drug treatment center came in..I have never seen them in there before.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You know you live in a fucked up area when there is a in house drug treatment center for tots ranging in age from 10 -18..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">can I get a helz yeah!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I was asked to work there when it first opened, as the woman who use to be my boss was running it, but I declined..Thank God, cause me and those tots would never get along.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The way they were acting at the gym, those fuckers woulda been grounded.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">They didn't clean any of the machines they were goofing around on, they were wearing like new years hats, and one didn't even have his shoes tied and tried running on the treadmill next to me, and fell.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I told him he was a dumbass.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A lot of dumbasses live here though, so that is not surprising.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">~</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have been thinking about something..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am either thinking of setting my blog to private, or else stop blogging all together.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Just delete the whole mother f-ing thing..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">or changing my address...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Its a big hassle and a big pain I know..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">but your big kids now and u can figure out how to change your link..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">right?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-92028134875437133632009-02-01T15:58:00.008-06:002009-02-01T16:20:45.745-06:00busting at the seams<div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So my daughter had her birthday. We had the usual shannagins like cake, rodents and aliens.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">You can not go wrong with any of those features.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Blondie named her rodents Linda and Annie. Annie though appears to be handicap, or to be politically correct I will call her handicape-able.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She can not use her back legs much at all. My poor dear daughter tells me she is worried about ole Annie, and that maybe we should take her back to the store.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I told her we can not just toss her aside because she can not walk to her food or her water, she needs to bottle feed that damn hamster like a good momma would.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Seriously though, I am not sure whats wrong with it. I did notice when I brought them home that the smaller one had some hind quarter troubles, but I thought maybe it was my imagination.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Turns out its not.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">My daughter is convinced Annie will die soon.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And since Annie bit her, she kinda wants her too.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We will see..if Annie goes to the big wheel in the sky, I will go replace her with a newer version of herself..one whose hind quarters can move.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't be needin no special needs hamster.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We went to a place called Space Aliens for her birthday, wanna see some pics?</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I thought so.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYcfVzezxI/AAAAAAAACAw/4lEST_Gj1gc/s1600-h/100_4659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297953336402562834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYcfVzezxI/AAAAAAAACAw/4lEST_Gj1gc/s320/100_4659.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">See what it says? It says Bar from Mars...that made me giggle.</span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYc5eOJ-nI/AAAAAAAACA4/f18d0iZkjDg/s1600-h/100_4668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297953785338526322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYc5eOJ-nI/AAAAAAAACA4/f18d0iZkjDg/s320/100_4668.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">There is my mom and Blondie..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYdJ6M9ibI/AAAAAAAACBA/PLExtlH5UuY/s1600-h/100_4673.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297954067727616434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYdJ6M9ibI/AAAAAAAACBA/PLExtlH5UuY/s320/100_4673.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Please don't make a crack about my hair or my spectacles...I had to get new glasses, as I have suffered permanent eye damage and can not wear contacts right now.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYeCFTb52I/AAAAAAAACBQ/OE1t74tjqfU/s1600-h/100_4694.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297955032780236642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYeCFTb52I/AAAAAAAACBQ/OE1t74tjqfU/s320/100_4694.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Here are Linda and Annie..our special needs one is the smaller one..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">lets take a moment of silence and say a prayer that Annie can over come her handicap. I hate to think I need to hold some sort of a benefit dinner for her..ya no to cover costs of a hamster wheel chair or phsycial therapy.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYepfe8QvI/AAAAAAAACBY/kB7hyDDG07o/s1600-h/100_4695.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297955709822714610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYYepfe8QvI/AAAAAAAACBY/kB7hyDDG07o/s320/100_4695.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>~</div><div>~</div><div>~</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So this concludes our birthday wrap up.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Good day..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I said good day!</span></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-40517963410811770512009-01-28T19:51:00.008-06:002009-01-28T20:52:09.518-06:00Blondes have more fun<div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I sometimes wonder what I am thinking when i do certain things. Like cut my hair, buy a slutty bra, or have babies.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sure when you have your first baby, its kind of trial and error. Everything is new and you are just blown away daily by the shit that fills up the diaper..what baby can produce so much fecal matter?</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">You learn to deal with it..then when they are potty trained you still continue to wipe the ass because they just can not get the hang of it and tend to leave skid marks in their spider-man underoo's.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Then you think its a wise idea to add one more baby to that, because handling toddler fecal matter and infant fecal matter is just something one thinks they can handle all at once.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Almost nine years ago I did just that. I added another baby to the well established one I had already.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">When you have one wizzing in the crapper and that can put his own underwear on and feed himself, even though u still have ass wiping to do, you are pretty much free and clear of all things baby.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Yet, most of us go do that silly thing and have relations with no means of sperm control.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">My middle baby was not only my biggest one to push forth, but she was also my worst sleeper, had jaundice the worst, and was talking in full sentces by 9 months which means I have been listening to her babble now non stop for many years.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She sure was the fugliest looking baby I had seen up to that point. I had pushed her out so fast her face was bruised.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">After 24 hours her troll like appreance turned into something specail.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She morphed overnite into a beauty.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sure, all moms think their daughters are pretty, trust me I know.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She is not only a knock out in her appreance, she truly has something that makes me want to be a better person..It does not work alot, but the fact she harbors that for me is a good thing.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She wants to be a vet when she grows up, and she wants to live on a farm and grow corn and have cows and horses.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">My baby girl has the bluest eyes, and the brightest smile...nothing like her mother.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I think thats what so specail about her, she is nothing like me. And I am greatful for that.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We look alike, but she will grow up to be a much better person that I could ever dream of being.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">It makes me proud, yet it also makes me angry.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I look at her and see me when i was nine years old, and she outshines me by 100 miles.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">She gets mad at me for yelling at the dog. She loves to do the dishes, but she hates to clean her room.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">On the weekend if her and Boo get up early, she will make Boo breakfast all on her own..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I never wanted kids when i was a younger. In fact, other peoples kids drove me nuts..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">still do...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Blonde excels in school, has had boys wanting to marry her since pre school, and is a world class althete...<em>i say that because she kicks my ass at all the Wii games, plus she can run circles around a fuckin cheeta.</em></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So here is my girl, who will turn one year older on Super Bowl Sunday..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYERWwsKi_I/AAAAAAAACAA/z72zsrshGs8/s1600-h/100_4536.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296533719489350642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYERWwsKi_I/AAAAAAAACAA/z72zsrshGs8/s320/100_4536.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I am now going to show some older pics of her, just because I can..</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEV4ud4PXI/AAAAAAAACAI/9elmfOZSC2k/s1600-h/DSCF0018_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538701054623090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEV4ud4PXI/AAAAAAAACAI/9elmfOZSC2k/s320/DSCF0018_0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Thats her on the ferris wheel at the Mall of America when she was 4.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWIy014FI/AAAAAAAACAQ/agU4vXhYUz0/s1600-h/DSCF0039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296538977102585938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWIy014FI/AAAAAAAACAQ/agU4vXhYUz0/s320/DSCF0039.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>this is her learning to ride a bike when she was 5.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWXPGbDWI/AAAAAAAACAY/89Az1VyzE_U/s1600-h/DSCF0026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296539225210686818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWXPGbDWI/AAAAAAAACAY/89Az1VyzE_U/s320/DSCF0026.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>just chilling in the grass on a hot summer day.</div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWzPW66XI/AAAAAAAACAg/DY0xsU7Lv1s/s1600-h/abby3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296539706316220786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEWzPW66XI/AAAAAAAACAg/DY0xsU7Lv1s/s320/abby3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Anyway, my kid is having a birthday and well...I am just telling u..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Wanna know what I got her?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She does not know yet, and these bitches are camping out in my room till the weekend.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>cause im a cool mom and shit..</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEYPisEOFI/AAAAAAAACAo/fHJDnxdpRIo/s1600-h/100_4651.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296541292053149778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SYEYPisEOFI/AAAAAAAACAo/fHJDnxdpRIo/s320/100_4651.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>there is Boo posing with them...</div><div> </div><div>a bought a couple of rodants...</div><div> </div><div>thats what cool hip moms do..</div><div> </div><div>So happy birthday to my 9 year old baby girl..</div><div> </div><div>Somewhere there is a pile of manure with her name on it.</div><div> </div><div>(cause she wants to be a farmer and a vet, not because I think she is shitty)</div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-1366844009246745102009-01-20T20:34:00.002-06:002009-01-20T20:53:44.068-06:00Center of balance<em></em><br />My life is in shrambles. Is that even a word? I don't know, if its not, I am copy writing that bitch.<br /><br />At least the weather is starting to look up, a little. I thought I saw the sun one day, but that could of been a momentary lapse of reason or some other medical malfunction.<br /><br />I went and bought a Wii and Wii Fit over the weekend. Like I don't spend enough time doing physical activity. Between the 3 hours a day I spend at the gym, the hours I spend chasing the animals and my 5 year old, and my personal best which is done under lock and key in my nice king size bed, but thats another story..<br /><br />According to this Wii Fit thing, I am 44 years old, simply because I can not maintain a good center of balance. how do they know I don't suffer from some sort of balance disorder, and them telling me I am 44 just set me off to the roof top. Do they care?<br /><br />I'm thinking not.<br /><br />I masted a couple of the activities, like Hoola Hoops..( I have some hot hip action, don't be hatin).<br /><br />I rather like the bowling. The Hubs and I were playing and I swear to God he puts such force in his throw u swear he is holding a 20 pound ball. I tell him that he needs to take it easy before he pulls something. You are indeed not really holding a ball my dear, so back off before you clock me in the face.<br /><br />I kicked his ass at tennis, bowling and of course, the hoola hoops. I am that good.<br /><br />Ok, I have another gym story, I know how you guys love that shit, and I like to deliver. I am a people pleaser.<br /><br />So I am at the gym, and this really nice looking guy is on the bike.(<em>i dont know why all the crazies are good looking</em>)just come off of my 45 minute run on the treadmill and am heading towards the bikes for a 20 minute ride..<br /><br />All the good stuff happens at the bike area, I have noticed that.<br /><br />Anyway, he has a remote and is surfing, and we all know I hate surfing. he lands on one of those religious channels. thats all fine and good, I don't care, I don't watch anyway..<br /><br />After a while I think I start hearing things from his mouth, but since my Ipod is up kinda loud, I am not sure. So I turn it down a bit so I can listen.<br /><br />Sure enough, its what I thought I heard..<br /><br />"hallelujah"..Praise Jesus"<br /><br />Yup, out loud, in the gym.<br /><br />Not that there is anything wrong with that, it was just kinda distracting...because the only person who knew he was watching that was me..cause you can not hear it unless you are wearing the ear plugs for the tv..<br /><br />before too long he is shouting to the Lord Almighty and praising his works..<br /><br />while biking.<br /><br />We both got done around the same time, when he was done I walked by him to get the spray to clean off my bike..we meet at the paper towel station.<br /><br />He says..<br /><br />" nothing like a good workout with the Lord"<br /><br />"yup, sure enough,,shalom my friend"<br /><br />He says..<br /><br />"right on sexy"<br /><br />so we go from praising Jesus, to sexual harassment.<br /><br />And I liked it.<br /><br />AmenUnknownnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-91955934669431125772009-01-15T09:26:00.002-06:002009-01-15T09:55:07.919-06:00ice age<span style="font-size:130%;">This week has been for shit. Am I allowed to say that or will they bleep it out?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Its been a bitter cold week. They delayed school Monday, they cancelled school today. Its 30 below zero right now and with the wind its about 50 below. I know, don't be hatin on me, you could have this too if you really wanted it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets see, what can I complain about today? I am sure I can think of something.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Since my mom moved in, my mood seems to be a tad, well, shitty. I know we had no choice but to let her stay here, not like I could let her live in a van down by the river. Because she does not have a van. And we have no river, just a lake.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She is constantly whistling and eating. We could eat a 12 course meal, that I prepared of course, and ten minutes after we eat, she is digging thru my house looking for more food. She reminds me of some sort of wildebeest out in the savanna, not knowing when its next meal will come, so it eats any meal it finds, hoping it wont be its last, but just in case it is, they will die satisfied.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">i have been going to the gym alot because being in my own house is making me want to beat things.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">While I was at the gym the other day a fairly nice looking man got on an piece of equipment next to me. He looked to be in his late 40's early 50's..Looked reasonable enough, like a smart fella. Maybe played t-ball and was a boy scout.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">There are tv's all over the gym, in front of all the machines, I never grab a remote and ear pieces because I bring my Ipod, and thats all a woman needs. But I do tend to read lips or read the closed captioning of the shows they are watching.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This man was channel surfing, which in itself was annoying. First we were watching something about a horse stud service or something, the stud was paid 150,000 to screw a lady horse..I'm thinking, holy toots.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then he landed on a channel and left it there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">For brief moment I thought I was being hurled into some violent time warp that sucked me back home..where Idid not want to be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He was watching the Disney Channel.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now granted, Hannah Montana and The Suite life of Zach and Cody are good shows, if your between the ages of 5 and 12, but mother of God, I knew right then he must be one of those who rode the short bus..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I kept looking at him, looking at the tv, then looking at him again.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">He says.."do u mind if I have this on?"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me, is he talking me?..Why would I care what this man who is obviously still breastfeeding watches?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I told him watch what he wants, and that I found it funny he watches the same think I thought my 5 year old was watching at this very minute.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This was him..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">" great, i love this episode"</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">what a douche bag.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I tried picturing my dad at a gym, channel surfing..Because the guy looked about my dads age.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I could picture my dad landing on the news, the golf channel, or hell, the playboy channel.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I could tell this was a very sick man. The kind that follows kids around asking them what happen on Drake and Josh last night because he missed it because he had some sort of board meeting that ran late.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I should of asked for his number.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What else?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">its cold out...did I say that already?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">crap I think I did.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, if my car starts I'm just gonna go to the gym right now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My mom is whistling, my son is playing with army guys and making shooting sounds, my girls are watching a movie and giggling, the dog is barking, oh wait, now mom is in the cupboard I can here bags restling is hungry again...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm outta here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-41041346380335087272009-01-11T17:29:00.002-06:002009-01-11T17:46:24.904-06:00we're not gonna take it<span style="font-size:130%;">I will make this short and sweet, as to save you time on reading worthless crap.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am so damn stressed out right now, I cant even think straight. I have been spending more time then I should at the gym, just to get out of this house before there is bloodshed of any kind.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My 5 year old never stops talking, even in the bathroom she talks when she is sleeping she talks.. it never ends, My nearly 12 year doesn't stop fixing his hair and sassing me, my almost 9 year old wont stop being cute, my mother wont stop eating, and my hubs wont put the dishes away.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My dog wont stop barking to go outside, she likes to play in the snow, my cat wont stay off my pillow at night.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Its everyone in this damn house. They are all killing me slowly.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I know when its my time to go its my time to go...so I am prepared.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The year that was suppose to put me first for once, is turning into being the fucking opposite.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And its wearing on whats left of my nerves. Every year I am shoved to the side, because I make sure everyone else is ok and taken care of..I take care of people who don't even live in my house for Gods sake.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I give up...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And I just don't feel close to any of my friends anymore. Hell I don't even call them anymore, or have the need/want to.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Most of my friends only want to talk about themselves, and never ask about whats going on with me...and I never tell them, cause they never ask. Its all about them.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am drained.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Over the years this has wore me down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">This is me..I am wore down.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Thats all I got.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-20480899213677814722009-01-05T14:52:00.002-06:002009-01-05T15:23:39.561-06:00the living yearsLast night I had the tv on, because I am not of Amish decent and I do require an electronic feed at all times, it keeps my heart in rhythm.<br /><br />There was a movie on HBO that I have seen, and I hate it. I hate it because it makes me sad, depressed and hypertensive..(that means gives me high blood pressure for u non Internet medical degree holders), yet I watched it anyway, knowing full well what was going to happen to me.<br /><br />Not only did I have the shittiest dreams, but now I have all sorts of things I think I need to do before the big day gets here.<br /><br />What big day am I referring to you ask?..<br /><br />My demise.<br /><br />Yes folks, I need to stop watching the damn movie The Bucket List before I end up doing random acts of kindness to strangers or heck, adopt an orphan.<br /><br />It does get me thinking of shit I would like to accomplish or do before that tragic day shall arise.<br /><br />I was thinking maybe I should try and do some more traveling, something more scenic then a trip to Michigan or New Mexico...<br /><br />I am thinking somewhere like Ethiopia, and maybe kill two birds with one stone and bring home a car full of tots that need some oatmeal and a kool aide juice box.<br /><br />I would also like to attend a black tie affair..Never in my life have I even been invited to such an event. I want to go and show up with a red tie..<br /><br />I would like to have enough money to purchase a helicopter..I don't know where i would store such a mode of transportation, but I just think it would be nice to say I had one.<br /><br />I would like to set up arranged marriages for my tots, so they don't end up with losers I need to put a hit out on. I see nothing wrong with an arranged marriage, look how well it works out for all those cults in Utah. They all seem on the up and up.<br /><br />I don't want to do anything boring like jump out of planes or see the great wall of china..I want to do bigger and better things.<br /><br />Like own a copter, cause whats cooler then that?<br /><br />Anyway. enough of that...<br /><br />I forgot to give you the horrid facts last post, so i will give u a double dose today, cause I like to play fair and nice.<br /><br /><strong>*Cockroaches can make themselves super-slim and can flatten their bodies to a size just a little thicker than a piece of paper to crawl into cracks.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*An American Delicacy called Headcheese is made by cooking a whole cow or pig head into a mush and letting it coll down into a jelly like state.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*A smelly fart contains the same gas as found in rotten eggs</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>*when you sneeze,all your body functions stop-even your heart stops beating. A very long sneezing fit and cause a heart attack.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />There you go...<br /><br />enjoy...happy sneezing.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-66738774907161458102009-01-04T15:06:00.003-06:002009-01-04T15:53:24.956-06:00Love Bizzare<span style="font-size:130%;">So the new year is off with a deafening bang, wouldn't y'all say? Yes, yes I sure would. That ringing in your ears, that's not a remnant of your drunken stooper from new Years eve, thats the new year trying to get into the depths of your conscience. Is it working?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So far this year I have managed to not break any resolutions, because i am just that good. I have went to the gym nearly everyday and have managed to not do any bodily harm to anyone..yet.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't get me wrong I know its only like day 4, but this is big stuff here.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Let me ask you smart, educated humans a question..Is it wrong I wont let my tots go out and play when its 4 below zero? I see the neighbor kids out, even sledding down OUR hill, and yet I wont let my own heathens out of doors unless its at least 20 degrees. Now when I was a kid, the cold never bothered me as it does not my tots..BUT Michigan winters are much warmer then a hearty Minnesota winter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">When the air temperature is anything below zero, why do u let tots outside? Do you want their poor defenseless bodies to end up in a frozen tundra or a frost bitten mess?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nancy Grace would have a field day with that shit right there.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And while my kids are at school they are forced to go out for recess unless the air temp is 20 below...Holy toots know.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have my own written rule for my kids at the school..If its so cold the mucus freezes in my eye while I am out getting the mail, my tots stay indoors for recess and do things like read, scrub toilets or grade papers.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I just don't see the point in it..going out doors when its that cold. Frankly I don't understand how people in Alaska function. One of my daughters friends just moved there this summer, and during the day, not only is there no sunshine hardly, but the high temps are around 35 below zero.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To that I say?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">WTF?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">How do u function? Is work AND school cancelled for everyone? One day it was 56 below zero there, sure it got that cold here about 2 years ago, and they did not shut anything down but my good mood. Here I think its bad when its 20 below, I just am not sure I can handle it any colder then that, cause well, I am a wuss.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I got my hair highlighted yesterday...just thought I would let u know.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">What else?..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh, yes...the hubs is having another one of his "episodes"..they come and go and I never mention anything about them, cause well, not like you really care..But each time they come back they are worse..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Now its effecting his speech, his facial muscles, and he says he feels like he sometimes has needles in his ass..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just sayin..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I took him to the doctor the other day and they are sending him out again, it didn't do much good last time, so who knows.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Where the hell is Dr.House when u need him? Sometimes a good jackass comes in handy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just sayin.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-56439968437521124812009-01-01T12:40:00.011-06:002009-01-01T13:43:10.729-06:00New Sensation<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So, I thought I would wake up today and feel something...besides a hangover, but I feel nothing..not even a hangover.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I was glad to see 2008 leave, as I feel as though it was a very bad year. Not in the sense that I lost any loved ones, or hell that I lost anything, but shit loads of money, but thats neither here nor there..</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I just wanted to wake up and feel something. For the last several weeks I thought for sure that 2009 would be my year, I could just feel it.</span></div><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Alas, I feel nothing.</span></div><br /><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I know you have to make your own luck and your own happiness, yes yes, I know that. I was just hoping for something to fall out of the sky, land on my face, lick me, and call me George.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So far, it has been a quiet start to the new year.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I do however want to make some changes this year...and sure I will indulge you with some of them, because that's how I roll.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">* First up, I want to change my attitude as I tend to have a shitty one, and I know this. But really how do you change something you were born with. And God wants me to be a bitch, and I don't know why.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">*Next, I want to make more time for myself..I do not want to do things just to please others..I will no longer take "vacations" to my homeland, because frankly, its like a waste of a vacation. No one else takes a vacation here, so why do I need to go there?..I don't..My kids will go on a real vacation this year..damnit.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">although I am going in June for my class reunion, my 16th year reunion, don't ask..But if it was not for that event, we would not be going at all.</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">*I want to hit the gym at least 4 days a week...maybe 8 days a week..I don't know, we will see how tired I get.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">* I would love this year to get a boob job, a nose job and lipo on my ankles..</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I don't foresee me succeeding at any of this..So that right there lets you all know I have a bleak start.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">~</span></div><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets talk about Christmas shall we?...One good thing did transpire, my FIL did not come..I did not ask why, because frankly we were both so relieved that we did not care..</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets see, what else..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh I did get my very own karaoke machine..yes yes...I did..</span></div><br /><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I will just shower you with a couple shots..</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0RNYM7ZSI/AAAAAAAAB9w/24rIp0umgpo/s1600-h/100_4543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400459135477026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0RNYM7ZSI/AAAAAAAAB9w/24rIp0umgpo/s320/100_4543.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">See. I did not drag the fuckin tree out to the road like I wanted..but when I set it back up after its fall, I just threw all the crap on it, at this point I was so not in a holiday mood I coulda gave a crap less..and it shows.</span><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Rr1DL2lI/AAAAAAAAB94/SS8it7grDQ8/s1600-h/100_4574.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286400982275316306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Rr1DL2lI/AAAAAAAAB94/SS8it7grDQ8/s320/100_4574.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The mess afterward...and we all know this bitch has messes.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We will fast forward to New Years, because truthfully, there is not much to report on from xmas day till now..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Other then my hubs has been home since Xmas Eve, and it makes me wonder how when we both hit retirement age, how i will not kill him when we are forced to be together all day everyday..</span></div><br /><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just sayin..</span></div><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, on to New Years..I had a small gathering at my dwelling with a couple close pals and my lovely personality.</span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0SaUw0u7I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yw7Gf6_-hqg/s1600-h/100_4577.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286401781062220722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0SaUw0u7I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Yw7Gf6_-hqg/s320/100_4577.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div>My boy and my boo..<br /></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Ss9X58nI/AAAAAAAAB-I/IfyzP7MdgTc/s1600-h/100_4594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402101201203826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Ss9X58nI/AAAAAAAAB-I/IfyzP7MdgTc/s320/100_4594.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">My boy and my Blondie</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0TASe22jI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/xawzuA49Gvw/s1600-h/100_4622.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286402433285020210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0TASe22jI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/xawzuA49Gvw/s320/100_4622.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Pale Girl with my girl tots and my mother on her lap...</span><br /><br /></div></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0TmRlPPXI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7ZNPoldiWos/s1600-h/100_4606.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286403085878377842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0TmRlPPXI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7ZNPoldiWos/s320/100_4606.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We broke out the DDR and here is Hubs doin his best to get some sort of grove on, my mother is on the couch watching..</span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0UGGL7wPI/AAAAAAAAB-g/a684QJa3eNQ/s1600-h/PICT0145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286403632575267058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0UGGL7wPI/AAAAAAAAB-g/a684QJa3eNQ/s320/PICT0145.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">See. who says white boys cant dance?...see me, I am planted firmly on the couch with my friend barb..right where we should be...we are not making asses of ourselves.</span><br /></div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Uq39i_II/AAAAAAAAB-o/nOK5_62f7ww/s1600-h/100_4608.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286404264411987074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0Uq39i_II/AAAAAAAAB-o/nOK5_62f7ww/s320/100_4608.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">There is my Boo and Pale Girls man and his big ass dog..</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0VOm_IaBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/IRB2QZZloYw/s1600-h/100_4624.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286404878330521618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SV0VOm_IaBI/AAAAAAAAB-w/IRB2QZZloYw/s320/100_4624.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>***************************************</div><div>*****************************************</div><div>*****************************************</div><div>***************************************</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Look all my babies are tuckered out..wussies.</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>***************************</div><div>***************************</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The night was pretty dull, I really did no drinking, was in a bad mood and was super tired..One thing that did happen though, when hubs and I went up to bed, my son came running up asking if we were moving furniture.</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">And NO we were not naked and doing anything X rated...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">The boy said he heard some loud noises so he went down to check it out..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">When the hubs got downstairs he looked out our side window and there was a man in our yard walking away from the door and our garage door was open.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">So of course this bitch could not sleep after that because holy shit, a level 3 sex offender just moved to town and I was sure it musta been him wanting to get his rapist hands on me because he musta seen me outside or somewhere and thought maybe he needed to tap that.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">But I do know, <em>because I do have inside info at the jail</em>, that he is under constant supervision and is living at the jail and is only let out 4 hours a day and that is to find a job, and if this fucker gets a job before I do, holy shit I will foam at the mouth.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">But a level 3 sex offender is someone who they are sure will strike again and this is why they keep a watchful eye on them.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I have heard he is not a pedophile, but rather he likes to rape women..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Now try and go to sleep after a strange man is in your yard and there is a sex offender on the loose..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sweet Dreams assholes..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh and my finger..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I sliced it open on a piece of glass from a picture frame..sliced the bitch wide open and even sliced thru my digital nerve so now I have no feeling in that finger.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I had three stitches put in, they are out now and all is well..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">This is a special bonus we will be doing from here on out...Blondie got this book for Xmas, its called 1001 horrid but true facts, and I thought for shits and giggles I would post two facts per post..</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">it will take us years to get thru it, but hell, all I have is time.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">*<strong>the stomach acid in your stomach is so strong it can dissolve razor blades, but its still not a good idea to eat them.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">*A beef tapeworm,caught from eating eggs in infected beef, can grow to 39 feet long in the human gut.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">enjoy!</span></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-75897708051543974812008-12-19T14:59:00.004-06:002008-12-20T21:58:36.198-06:00Ho-HO-ho<div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">edit at bottom..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Well this time of year is upon us once again. Not only is it colder than witches tits and brass monkey balls or whatever I have heard flying around the playground, but its also the Holiday Season.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nope, can't call it...</span><span style="font-size:78%;">Christmas.....</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just saying, you cant, or you will die or have flames shoot out your ass or whatever.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Every year at this time I swear the next<span style="color:#ffff00;"> </span>year I will be a fully converted Jew. And I am even too lazy to do that.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Don't get me wrong, I want to celebrate the birth of the Savior as much as the next Non Jew guy, but alas, I hate everything that the HOLIDAY stands for anymore.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I hate the trees, I hate the shopping, I hate the wrapping, I hate the chaos it causes in my house and most of all I hate that the FIL feels the need to invite himself over at this time of year.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And well, I will leave it at that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But he is coming after </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Christmas.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> Although he said that if the gas prices went up or if the weather was bad, he may not come.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So just for a couple days, I am hoping gas goes to about 20 bucks a gallon, so fill up now...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We are getting a snow storm this weekend, but I am sure the mess will be cleared enough by next week..unless the county road crews go on strike or something..I will rule nothing out.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I did finally put the tree back up, although I nearly had the bitched cleared out to the road after it fell over and all my good stuff was broken into a million pieces.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I thought the falling of the tree was a sign I should convert to the Jew life..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The hubs told me it was a sign we need to keep the cat outta the tree.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Whatever.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">My baby Boo went got her ears pierced today. She wanted pink diamonds. Real ones.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Thats what she said.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She looks so cute with her pink diamonds.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The other day Boo and Blondie broke the wishbone from the turkey, I forgot all about it so it has been sitting in the window sill for almost a month now.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Before the girls broke it, I told them each to make a wish and I explained to Boo that if she got the bigger half her wish would come true..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">gotta give the kids false hope sometimes, its the parental thing to do</span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So the girls made wishes and they broke it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Boo got the bigger half, she was all smiles...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I asked her what she wished for, because you wonder what goes thru a 5 year olds head when wishes are concerned.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She told me this..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">"you will see"</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Like she thought it would appear from the sky at any moment.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I told her she better tell me so in case it comes and she is not here, I know what I am looking for.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She then informed me she wished for a unicorn.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So I have been watching the UPS guy every time he comes by, looking to see if he is packing a one horned mythical creature in the back of his truck.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So far, nothing..and the UPS man is hottest guy in town, I mean no one should look that good in brown pants and a big square truck, but honestly he is a beautiful man...like he belongs on a calender in his underwear kinda hottness. He has the best arms, the nicest legs..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ok enough about that..but I would love to see him under my tree with a Santa hat.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing but a Santa hat.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just sayin.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope everyone has all their ducks in order for the holiday..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Nothing like waiting until the last minute. I know some people work well under pressure, and I am not one of them...well I am, but I do not like it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyway, this will be my last post until the new year, unless something happens and I just have to tell you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I highly doubt it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So I hope everyone has a Merry </span><span style="font-size:78%;">Christmas</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> and a Happy Hanuka..or whatever you celebrate.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cuddle with the kids, snuggle with a bottle of your favorite liquor and get nasty with the Santa in your house, and if you are the Santa...go you!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope Santa is good to all of you..I am sure u have all been good boys and girls.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Love to all and..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ho HO Ho. And Happy New Year</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">**..turns out i nearly severed my middle digit over the weekend...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">wanna see?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">i thought so u sick perv..</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SU2-mXtqgkI/AAAAAAAAB9o/iLEDpwbAKcE/s1600-h/n546409552_1775120_4794.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282087504385311298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ys7iLwyW1DQ/SU2-mXtqgkI/AAAAAAAAB9o/iLEDpwbAKcE/s320/n546409552_1775120_4794.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">i have some stitches and a sore arm cause i had to get a damn tetnus shot as well.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">so with that...have a darn good holiday.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-44195049180602412312008-12-16T11:04:00.003-06:002008-12-16T11:25:04.359-06:00cold hearted snake<span style="font-size:130%;">Over the last couple days it has been <em>colder than a witches tit</em>, whatever the hell that means.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Yesterday it was no warmer then negative 10, and now today it has warmed up to -7..I do not even look at the wind chill factor, because frankly when its that cold with no wind, it really does not matter much after that.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The schools were delayed two hours yesterday, why I am unsure because we did not get much snow..anyway, I knew I had to drive The Boy over to the Middle School as I knew I may get a call from Child Protective Services if they saw his ass walking in the 13 below zero streets. So in turn I knew I was going to have to drop Blondie off at the bus stop</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">because unlike years past, the bus does not pick her up at the house anymore and now she must walk a few blocks and around the bend.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Anyhoo, I go out to warm up my car, because no one wants to sit in a car when its 100 below zero without at least cold heat blowing at your feet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I go outside to start it, and ALL the doors on my car are frozen shut..SHIT.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I go try Hubs car, ALL his are frozen shut as well..so Now I need to think fast or these hoodlums are here all day..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">To make a long story short, the hoodlums were here all day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">When I caleld the schools to let them know the tots were not coming, well they got a good giggle as to why..I then had to let them now I thought it was sort of assnine to delay it two hours because it sure as hell was not any warmer at 10am then it was at 8am, and when it is that cold, u should not even think a parent would allow a tot to even stand at the bus stop for one minute.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So yesterday was a long day...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But I made damn sure my doors opened today.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I was not taking any chances on them being here two days.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is a video I made last week..its Blondie being interviewed by her brother.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And the Hannah sheis talking about is her freind who use to live across the street that moved to Alaska..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I know..cold..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxxqMM9lW-xC0VKsbbVtqsMuGjtljIemxA7U26mkiJq_o5HYE-iSd9qd7H9zHxeOpjgxX_UWickMG0' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Today is a good day to wear a double layer of dungaree's...</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-34618752927752479112008-12-11T19:51:00.003-06:002008-12-11T19:58:59.579-06:00a little ditty, bout jack and diane<span style="font-size:130%;">I don't really have much to blog about right now..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Sure I have gym stories, sure I have tot stories...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But guess what..I have a video..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A video outweighs a good story any day..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I have a feeling I will be failing a test soon..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I know..random..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Here is the video..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh and my dog knocked down my tree and I do not want to put it back up but everyone else is making me..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ok, here is the video, I swear to God..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4JnyRvcETDUeQvn1XpBu8UYgFmimzC7akHNgEEE2c2nzLu3jcA1QMzPMCuDy8YJ64a_BMLyFGigY' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12790996.post-66791458425067347302008-12-10T09:18:00.002-06:002008-12-10T09:42:29.402-06:00pink houses<span style="font-size:130%;">I am officially tired of winter. And it has not even started yet.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Just thought I would let you know..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Remember when I was telling you about that tree of mine that still had leaves, well, it still has leaves...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I went to the gym yesterday. I was on some machine that is like an elliptical, but it is not..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">anyway, I was going along and I wanted to adjust the resistance, because it was not high enough for me, and as I took my hand off the handle things, I nearly fell right off, right onto the cold dark floor.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Oh the humility. </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Then after I was done, a man got on the same one, and it appears he was adjusting something too, but he was more unfortunate then I, because he actually lost his footing, I am sure I heard him say the F word..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Normally when I head to the gym I wear a pair of shorts under my sweats and take the sweats off when I arrive. For some reason yesterday I did not wear shorts under the dungaree's. And I forgot that.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It could have been arrested for indecent exposure... but I wasn't..I caught myself just in time.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">That would of been bad, very very bad.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I mean hell, I have left the tanning salon room before without my shirt on..Its nothing new for me to forget to put clothing on.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And its not like I enjoy being nekkid, cause I do not. Well I do not mind if am showering or bathing, or doing naughty things with a certain hubs, but that is about it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Even when I birthed out my kids I insisted all three times I keep my shirt on. No one likes their boobies hanging all out, and those gowns just are not a made for good boob coverage.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">trust me on this. I mean if you are have barely there boobies, then you are ok, but anything more then a full c cup and you have boobage hanging out the sides of those bastards. Right where your arm should be.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But back to my story, I nearly whipped off my trousers in front of God and everyone.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">People do not use the terms trousers or dungaree's enough.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lets start doing that, shall we?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">wow Suzie, those trousers make your bottom look so hot..</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">damn Martha, your dungaree's really make that booty of yours pop.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">See, it kinda rolls right off the tongue.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Or you can try it this way..</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">damn Wayne, is that a cucumber in your dungaree's or are you just happy to see me?</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">It works both ways.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Give it a try today, you will be pleasantly surprised, I am sure of it. People will think you have class and charisma.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm just sayin.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com18