tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88791132024-03-18T19:53:16.584-07:00YEAH, I DO SPIT LIKE A GIRL...THINGS THAT MAKE ME, ME!!pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.comBlogger316125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-22158177681626320352013-01-06T14:39:00.001-08:002013-01-06T14:39:37.630-08:00Brief Update<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Well, it has been far too long friends. Life has been so completely crazy. We have moved, and moved and moved again. We are now living in Kennewick, WA. I am going to try and get some updates on here in the next week. Everyone is growing and getting so smart. Life just goes so fast...too fast sometimes.<br />
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pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-69985276201256842632008-11-08T15:13:00.000-08:002008-11-08T15:16:36.820-08:00She is here!!The little girl I have waited so long for it finally here. Well finally isn't the word, she came a month early. She was a whole 5lbs 9ozs but cute as can be. I can't wait to dress her in cute little clothes and put pig tails in her hair. My luck she will be a tomboy. Well, if she is she will fit in just fine around my house. If you have a little girl, or a little boy for that matter, check out this contest to win free baby leggings<br /><a href="http://www.babysnazz.com/contest/">http://www.babysnazz.com/contest/</a><br />Arent they the cutest things around?pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-14457065633052255442008-07-11T12:52:00.000-07:002008-07-11T12:59:14.346-07:00I am here but not really here<a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Micah/6mos.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Micah/6mos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/newhouse.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/newhouse.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Oh boy, life is such a ride!! 3 years ago I never would have imagined I would be here. We have moved into a nice new house.</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>I also have been working hard on my body...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-27967104510250607292008-01-25T13:20:00.000-08:002008-01-25T13:40:29.685-08:00Wow, where does the time go?<a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/3_boys.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/3_boys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Thanksgiving.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Micah/4danika.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j218/AMYSCRAZY/Micah/4danika.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years...gone....whoosh!</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1178865095427756362007-10-03T21:15:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:29.328-08:00Mommas little boy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxuGTCsdt29pycGe_qEilFbLWVZ0wYOq5zNaKcnJoyRCGtjPH-1KIGY0qUzdjkMUDofouRDmjzjTOOBtBN0ysfo7jOvsPa2anmKsrzXiwtZGHDS3QcfG9PlhnlMmDyKgwVHDCdw/s1600-h/siggypic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117331081155436994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxuGTCsdt29pycGe_qEilFbLWVZ0wYOq5zNaKcnJoyRCGtjPH-1KIGY0qUzdjkMUDofouRDmjzjTOOBtBN0ysfo7jOvsPa2anmKsrzXiwtZGHDS3QcfG9PlhnlMmDyKgwVHDCdw/s320/siggypic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'd have 10 more if I could afford them</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-13462807188998483562007-08-10T17:06:00.000-07:002007-08-10T17:15:15.251-07:00Locked, Loaded and Lip-glossedI woke up this morning, showered and dressed, bathed Micah, walked the dog, scooped the cat box, did the dishes, put a load of laundry in, applied my lip gloss, and prepared to run some errands before it got to warm. I did all this and then realized it was only 8:17 a.m. The stores don't even open until 9!!!pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-62491057953981968242007-05-24T15:10:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:29.714-08:00The Starburst diet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtKr_hNKUm0AGGGQsd1Ai85IrM34-e1TMdK6Uu73TBQjYLuZkXPnlqk-iRdWIBlhN5otzbjmwEWkgJPcpE7BnR3NhF81QleXJKlMZSs72DX252TDS6QXKlyIBYxY56vNx44Hieg/s1600-h/devons+diet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068254117878157442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtKr_hNKUm0AGGGQsd1Ai85IrM34-e1TMdK6Uu73TBQjYLuZkXPnlqk-iRdWIBlhN5otzbjmwEWkgJPcpE7BnR3NhF81QleXJKlMZSs72DX252TDS6QXKlyIBYxY56vNx44Hieg/s320/devons+diet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Not only did he lose 200 lbs, he also shrunk 3 feet!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-68242959968530744472007-05-18T10:56:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:29.934-08:00HAPPY FRIDAY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxezR84b4pKJIumasn9kPXJGxsV3n5xaUdx99mxmGYDPPOZhc5GoyVX4N3NrueSzbks3lAsPUcPt21GRyTfUUR8Of4vyl51bJQ2zfE2MwA5iBTG1m1AxBLRQyKqG9ZVuWO3TU3hA/s1600-h/bigsmile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065963001933844594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxezR84b4pKJIumasn9kPXJGxsV3n5xaUdx99mxmGYDPPOZhc5GoyVX4N3NrueSzbks3lAsPUcPt21GRyTfUUR8Of4vyl51bJQ2zfE2MwA5iBTG1m1AxBLRQyKqG9ZVuWO3TU3hA/s320/bigsmile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiac_9k-i_xfOCxugD6-1r7htvESL0yXsinzzs4LaAERF0SCa33rdY-D0XAx4zGw4smgFQAhHGA91rbQJw9wPhZ0ef1ka4uT0iIlDG0WlpdmaR057HFktjd0kaXp5C0-ctlo5AiKQ/s1600-h/wowsmile.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>Smile, it's Friday!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-87121128703773415752007-05-09T14:49:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:30.224-08:00GONE...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwMi5pqx-gsN7_P1o00xUdhhCJ7FpfTgQyhVkQf1n4UoY45irkbQ33QMj3wW7d2e5c5G3K1cLLYKyuNZPF6awIt4AQI9_177oRDgvSFfXkdEbCz20L8Scbts0wf5cLDvtjIX96Q/s1600-h/handsupsleeping.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062683200792984098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUwMi5pqx-gsN7_P1o00xUdhhCJ7FpfTgQyhVkQf1n4UoY45irkbQ33QMj3wW7d2e5c5G3K1cLLYKyuNZPF6awIt4AQI9_177oRDgvSFfXkdEbCz20L8Scbts0wf5cLDvtjIX96Q/s320/handsupsleeping.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrptSG93awLxCCNqfQyUWAWpm2x1kp2zX_ezbpT57GZgk7wnRUQd6Uib6LzH-f09fKrNIHWcvOMqIVxfQIAGAhzhJnqxs0QOK0rR0L8SlCNoj1B3p-6R40SOnfEOyaO3lfnNd6g/s1600-h/wowsmile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062683205087951410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbrptSG93awLxCCNqfQyUWAWpm2x1kp2zX_ezbpT57GZgk7wnRUQd6Uib6LzH-f09fKrNIHWcvOMqIVxfQIAGAhzhJnqxs0QOK0rR0L8SlCNoj1B3p-6R40SOnfEOyaO3lfnNd6g/s320/wowsmile.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sleep</div><br /><div>Quick trips to the store, or anywhere</div><br /><div>Lazy Saturday mornings</div><br /><div>Coffee</div><br /><div>Chocolate</div><br /><div>Sleep</div><br /><div>Clean house</div><br /><div>Cocktails</div><br /><div>Sleep...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Did I mention sleep?</div><div> </div><div>Boy is he worth it!!!!!</div><div> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-20995889227142093872007-04-20T18:43:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:30.668-08:00Craziness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUn_DPfYiNUBDA8OdEd9EdjgsGBQjd6ehSBFxPfhyphenhyphenPe9gcXISyspNJEwZ66UvDZs1Y5AEXMWCQ3EwTmkT5gZNZN7lVedq7GTon7zIU1gugTGr9OZhUl_lnlVmNmLRhDAxwqI_6GA/s1600-h/micah3day.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055692548664973090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUn_DPfYiNUBDA8OdEd9EdjgsGBQjd6ehSBFxPfhyphenhyphenPe9gcXISyspNJEwZ66UvDZs1Y5AEXMWCQ3EwTmkT5gZNZN7lVedq7GTon7zIU1gugTGr9OZhUl_lnlVmNmLRhDAxwqI_6GA/s320/micah3day.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImfTIL-SiYrPJ15XywQ4IF8f0Ng6cnEwoJaSx2uhtb0nkahyphenhyphenfPeX4t2gAJdUzttwJfTbpG5F_nR2gQtvWVTqcyJG14P5k9BOZeqYspeo0jXJgipitsu5RarOghs-6VukqESN0VA/s1600-h/micahnaked.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055692552959940402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgImfTIL-SiYrPJ15XywQ4IF8f0Ng6cnEwoJaSx2uhtb0nkahyphenhyphenfPeX4t2gAJdUzttwJfTbpG5F_nR2gQtvWVTqcyJG14P5k9BOZeqYspeo0jXJgipitsu5RarOghs-6VukqESN0VA/s320/micahnaked.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Micah Luis was finally born by emergency c-section on 4-9-07. He was 8 lbs 13 ozs and 20 1/2 in long. I am very upset about the c-section but happy he is healthy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-3147370299773739102007-04-03T08:06:00.000-07:002008-12-10T12:09:30.760-08:00Someone forgot to notify the baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_1WQedBx4UXQHvvLLP6KI-Jr3m4w0AYKFc_GuN92tLNcH2kXSG2wikdkiqXYPlGAZacAoqZXDybNXXJnJlh7HojdWztfDWKPTwEAJxolbfEBMbG75AHRIS5Auej04XQJkO0yNg/s1600-h/whatwaist.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049219326489876370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_1WQedBx4UXQHvvLLP6KI-Jr3m4w0AYKFc_GuN92tLNcH2kXSG2wikdkiqXYPlGAZacAoqZXDybNXXJnJlh7HojdWztfDWKPTwEAJxolbfEBMbG75AHRIS5Auej04XQJkO0yNg/s320/whatwaist.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday was my official due date. I guess the baby didn't get the memo. I've said that I feel like a camp trailer with legs. I really do! He can't stay in there forever, right? </div><br /><div></div>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-88432292608059465682007-03-16T08:31:00.000-07:002007-03-16T08:36:03.429-07:00Thanks a lot!My 4 yr old neice says the funniest things. Kids are so honest! I was visiting with my brother and sister-in-law last week and she just kept staring at me. She finally spoke up and said:<br />"Amy, it looks like your shirt is getting to small". I had to laugh and say, "Well, actually its my belly that is getting bigger". She had to think about that for a while.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Craving of the week: Fritos with horseradish sauce- yummy</span></strong>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1172847597112079202007-03-02T06:50:00.000-08:002007-03-02T06:59:57.130-08:00I crack me up!!!Now that I am at the end of my pregnancy, all those first term symptoms are coming back. Yesterday I was doing a little shopping and I started to feel HUNGRY. When my stomach gets empty, I get nauseous. That feeling along with the craving for saurkraut forced me to stop at Arby's for a Reuben. As we were waiting in the drive thru, I decided to spit my gum out the window (not something I usually do). I figured it would go into the bushes and no one would step in it. I spit, it stuck, right on one of the big leaves of the bush. It was just staring at me! My shopping companion was talking and staring out the passenger window. I said "Oh look, gum!" and reached out my window, grabbed the gum, and put it back into my mouth. Oh, the look on his face was priceless! It was a mixture of shock and disgust and it was perfect!<br />Of course it took me most of the ride home to convince him it was my gum to start with!pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1172759839003320832007-03-01T06:16:00.000-08:002007-03-01T06:37:19.023-08:00I love my belly<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7041/623/1600/607775/whoamomma.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7041/623/320/720055/whoamomma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I love being pregnant! I love not having to worry about my figure. Of course AFTER the fact I may be worried. This pregnancy has been so different from the other two. I think because I am more mature I appreciate all the little things. It seems like such a miracle and I am amazed every day. <strong>I'm not so amazed with all the cervix boxing this little guy is doing-I don't remember that.</strong><br />I am counting down now- 26 days!! I am starting to have trouble shaving my legs, especially the left leg. I have decided to not worry about it and just have them waxed. Of course my big fear is letting the hair grow and then going into labor early. I have this horrible fear of getting caught with really hairy legs- not that the doctors haven't seen worse. I don't know why hairy legs worry me so much when I really have much bigger concerns- like finals, and making it through the end of the quarter. School is really starting to wear on me. I'm thinking about taking some on-line courses next because I won't leave my baby at a babysitters. That is going to be an issue because I have to continue my schooling, I'm so close. I also have to make sure not to stretch myself to thin. I have two boys to think about and with the schedule (or lack of) a newborn, laundry, cooking, and all the other stuff that comes with being a responsible adult...school seems like a little to much.<br />Well, enough rambling, I need to start getting this wide load dressed. It sometimes takes me a while to get my shoes on. :)pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1166053225057347502006-12-13T15:37:00.000-08:002006-12-13T15:40:25.076-08:00Look at me now!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7041/623/1600/887492/Amy-6%20months.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7041/623/320/978643/Amy-6%20months.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Not that I was ever the tall, thin super model type, but geez!! I still have 3 months to go!!pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1163789355364848672006-11-17T10:36:00.000-08:002006-11-17T10:50:13.373-08:00A little of this-n- thatI still don't have a computer. Mine got busted up in the move. I am suffering from severe internet withdrawals. Anyway, I thought I would post a few things that have been going on..<br /><br /><strong>As of last night at about 3:10 am, I am dating Brad Pitt. Ever since the whole break-up thing with Jennifer I have been rather disgusted with him. At first I didn't want anything to do with him but his smooth talking finally wore me down. He even gave me his Bank of America debit card to use whenever I need money. He is very sexy, sweet and extremely generous. The best part is I guess he likes fat, pregnant gals.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />I have been watching a lot of "The Baby Story" on TLC. I have learned a few things that will come in handy when <em>the time</em> comes.<br /><ol><li>Have my armpits waxed</li><li>Wear clear deodorant</li><li>Sleep with makeup on</li></ol><p>I have watched several episodes were the mothers were taken to the hospital in the middle of the night with no makeup on, hairy armpits and big white clumps of deodorant under their arms. Oh yeah, a pedicure wouldn't hurt either. I'm hoping to give birth looking like Ms. America. What? Its possible!!!</p><p><strong>I found out I am having another boy! I love boys so that makes me soo happy. I am getting excited about bugs and dirt and all the fun little boy things.</strong></p><p>That is about it for now. I'm off to see who wants to hire a pregnant lady!</p><p></p>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1160160465212256702006-10-06T11:39:00.000-07:002006-10-06T11:47:45.243-07:00Well, I made it to the land of...WindWe found a little house and have settled in fairly nicely. I had my first prenatal appt and I have several tests scheduled for the next couple of weeks. Because I am 36, and considered "high risk" they will test for genetic defects. That really makes me worried. It's hard enough to start over again and then to think I may have a "challenged" baby...geez, makes me sick to my stomach...again.<br /><br />I had forgotten how windy it is here. I guess they don't call it the "Windsurfing capitol" for nothing. It sure isn't Southern California, they don't even have a Target!! I can't help but think I made a mistake coming back here. I know that I will need the support but...<br /><br />The boys are adjusting slowly, what a shock this has been for them. Nick is already making the wrong kind of friends and I don't know what to do about it. I'm just the dumb old mom don't you know? Oh, the joys of parenting. And to think I am starting all over again! Somebody- smack me-pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1156737842827232942006-08-27T20:48:00.000-07:002006-08-27T21:04:02.846-07:00Good-bye Cali, Hello HicksvilleOh, I'm not really happy about leaving my beachside life for small town living. The community we live in is like its own little town so it won't be all that different. It's just that you get used to having all the things that a city has to offer at your finger-tips (well, at least within driving distance). It will be best in the long run, more affordable living, closer to my family. I will never be able to afford a house here, its so friggin' expensive. My oldest son really needs some POSITIVE male influence in his life. He is completely bitter and "done" with his father figures, so my father and brothers are the next best thing. His attitude has become dark and he wants so bad to be excepted that he is making the "wrong" kind of friends. I worry about him. I have also been in touch with a church in the area we are moving to. We will start family counseling once we get settled. Although this is not what I planned for our life, we have to make the best of it and make things right. I have made a lot of decisions regarding the way I was living and have made my peace with my past. We are now looking toward the future and if we can actually make it to Oregon in one piece, we will make the most of it!pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1151511511365827302006-06-28T08:41:00.000-07:002006-06-28T10:46:43.733-07:00After a meeting of the minds<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/meeting.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/320/meeting.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />And glowing eyes, it was decided! I need a new hair style to start my new chapter. Stay tuned ...pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1151454414320257692006-06-27T16:16:00.000-07:002006-06-27T17:26:54.396-07:00So, my job...paid good.<br />Other than that, was a huge headache.<br />They paid us to put up with their family disfunction. They fight, they curse, they throw punches, they drink, they expose themselves...what more can you say.<br />Come on, I grew up in a fairly disfunctional family. My father is an Alcoholic (sober 20 yrs). We were never allowed to hit, expose ourselves or belittle others. I work at the circus only they never let do my "famous" backbend.<br />Now, I am looking for a new job, which sucks. I am actually so relieved that I don't have to work in a place where you wonder every day who is going to explode. I have actually been told "we are fucking up the company" ("we", being all of us in the office). We listen every day to the family fighting which includes, yelling profanities and physical fighting. I have been pushed up against file cabinets and felt up, shown the grandsons freshly pierced penis and then accussed of making moves on the owners husband (who is 74+ yrs old). The only reason I stayed was...2 boys and a good pay check.<br />At some point you just stop caring and/or performing. It became so much drama just to go to work that I couldn't stand it. I didn't do the best job I could do, I felt like I gave exactly what they treated me like...shit.<br />This is the first time I can say I left a job feeling bad.<br />They sucked the life out of me. They are soooo crazy.pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1151093498450894092006-06-23T13:07:00.000-07:002006-06-23T13:11:38.496-07:00UH HUH, YES I DID!<span style="font-size:180%;">I am officially the dumbest dork alive.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> <span style="color:#000099;">I permed my own hair! </span><span style="color:#000000;">I know, I know, I don't know how to perm hair. Every time I look in the mirror I laugh because I don't know why I thought it was a good idea, then I cry. The only good thing is I had jury duty yesterday and I didn't get picked for a trail. I guess no one wants a crack whore on their jury.</span></span>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1149881801525850082006-06-09T12:23:00.000-07:002006-06-09T12:36:41.606-07:00My Butterfly<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/BEACH.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/BEACH.0.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/BEACH.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/320/BEACH.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I have always said Nick was my busy bee and Devon was my butterfly in the making. He has such a sweet, soulful spirit just still a little "<strong>caterpillary</strong>" (I know, that isn't a word) right now. He has been gone for a week to Nature Camp in Santa Barbara. He learned so many things about rocks and plants and animals, just right up his alley! He came home with many bug bites that have been itching him like crazy so I bought him some Calimine lotion. When I got home from work last night he was on the couch, in his underwear (watch out Homer Simpson). The living room smelled like perfume. I asked him what the smell was and he told me that he had put some of "the lotion" on his bug bites. I knew it wasn't the lotion I smelled so I just sat by him and we talked for a few minutes. The smell was very familiar so I went into my bathroom and when I opened the medicine chest...sure enough...the top was off my perfume! He was wearing my Clinique "happy" perfume? So? My caterpillar is happy! I wonder what kind of butterfly he will grow into? Hehehe- Painted Lady perhaps?pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1148411445562530642006-05-23T12:04:00.000-07:002006-05-23T12:11:53.076-07:00Tagged and Twitterpated!!Place an x by all the things you've done; this is for your entire life:<br />(x) Smoked a cigarette<br />(x) Drank so much you threw up<br />() Crashed a friend's car<br />() Stolen a car<br />(x) Been in love<br />(x) Been dumped<br />(x) Quit your job<br />(x) Been in a fist fight<br />(x) Snuck out of your parent's house<br />(x) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back<br />( x) Been arrested<br />(x) Gone on a blind date<br />(x) Skipped school<br />(x) Seen someone die<br />(x) Been to Canada<br />() Been to Mexico<br />(x) Been on a plane<br />(x) Been lost<br />( ) Been on the opposite side of the world.<br />( ) Gone to Washington, DC<br />(x) Swam in the ocean<br />(x) Felt like dying<br />(x) Cried yourself to sleep<br />(x ) Played cops and robbers(<br />x) Recently colored with crayons<br />(x) Sang karaoke<br />(x) Paid for a meal with only coins<br />(x) Done something you told yourself you wouldn't?<br />(x) Made prank phone calls- <em><strong>that was way before *69</strong></em><br />(x) Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose<br />(x) Caught a snowflake on your tongue.<br />(x) Danced in the rain<br />(x) Written a letter to Santa Claus<br />(x) Been kissed under the mistletoe<br />(x) Watched the sun rise with someone you care about<br />(x) Blown bubbles<br />(x) Made a bonfire on the beach<br />(x) Crashed a party<br />(x) Gone roller-skating<br />( x) Ice-skating<br /><br />1. Any nicknames? Amos-seed-us dinga ling-us Rise-a ring-us *you asked*<br />2. Mother's name? Kris<br />3. What is your favorite drink? Beer, Diet Dr. Pepper<br />4. Tattoos? 5<br />5. Body piercing? Just Ears<br />6. How much do you love your job? A lot, on payday<br />7. Birthplace: Casa Grande, Arizona<br />8. Favorite vacation spot? Anywhere work isn’t<br />9. Ever been to Africa? No<br />10. Ever steal any traffic signs? Yes<br />11. Ever been in a car accident? Yes12.<br />A, B, C, D, DD cup size? Full C<br />13. 2 Door or 4 Door? 4 door<br />14. Salad dressing? Blue Cheese<br />15. Favorite pie? Pumpkin and Peach<br />16. Favorite number? 14<br />17. Favorite movie? I am Sam, Grease, Shrek, anything with Nicholas Cage or John Travolta<br />18. Favorite holiday? I love any day that gets me a day off of work.<br />19. Favorite food? Mexican and Italian<br />20. Favorite day of the week? Saturday<br />21. Favorite brand of body soap? Dove or Lever<br />22. Favorite TV show? CSI, American Idol, anything on Court TV or The Learning Channel<br />23. Favorite brand of toothpaste? Crest<br />24. Favorite smell? Clean laundry<br />25. What do you do to relax? Watch TV, walk on the beach, clean my house<br />26. What do you want to say to all of your friends reading this? What friends? I didn’t know I had any friends!<br />27. How do you see yourself in 10 years? Hopefully having survived two teenage boys and enjoying myself at the beach.<br />28. What do you do when you are bored? Laundry.<br />29. Where is the furthest place this message will go? Texas, if my sister will ever read my blog like she promised.pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1147385065043829742006-05-11T15:03:00.000-07:002006-05-11T15:04:25.056-07:00HAHA<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/Part.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/320/Part.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/1600/boys.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7041/623/320/boys.jpg" border="0" /></a>pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8879113.post-1147380133162672272006-05-11T13:35:00.000-07:002006-05-11T13:42:13.173-07:00OMG!The lady I share the office with has been having female problems. She had a doctors appt today and when she came back, she called everyone she knew to tell them the diagnosis. <em><span style="color:#009900;">She has cracks is her vagina caused by dryness</span></em>. She said it so loud that the people in the office across the hall gave us funny looks. I wanted to holler "Hey, its not me! I'm plenty moist"! I just can't believe she shared this news with everyone so LOUDLY.<br />I suggested she "use that thing" before it totally seized up! She didn't think I was funny.pinkmehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17136212194576789127noreply@blogger.com2