tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43871242546145559422024-03-12T16:36:43.569-07:00I said what???Random ramblings of an over-active mind, with an under-active mindset.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-90328408131886677772014-05-20T07:51:00.000-07:002014-05-20T07:51:50.360-07:00The year to get in gear.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Woulda look at that, I'm a poet!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">This is my year. I'm claiming it. This is the year that I figure me out, and hope that once I do that, everything else will fall into place. Don't get me wrong. I love myself, and have accepted who I am. And I'm not looking to change everything about me, but I DO want to make myself better. I need to adapt a part of me to try...TRY to be more organized, if I'm ever going to make a run at any sort of business, I have to have some sort of system. Well other than collect papers, then stack in a pile later. Then collect more papers, then stack in a pile somewhere else, destined to be lost, possibly forever. I have two filing cabinets, I know HOW to file, but am just to lazy to actually sit there an file them and keep my shit straight. Now don't get me wrong, I know I am perfectly capable of being organized, and managing my time well. I do it at work everyday. I need to tap into that motivation and carry it home with me. But how?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ugh. I guess the same way I would tell anyone else, if they were asking the question to me.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You just do it!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hmmm, maybe I should make myself shirts that say, "Just Do It" and "Git er Done". I bet I could make a fortune off those shirts. -_-</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">If affirmation shirts worked, I wouldn't be having this conversation with myself, and you wouldn't have to witness this little bout of schizophrenia.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'm starting to think that being a Libra, isn't all it's cracked up to be. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You're balanced they say. You know what that really means? </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I can't make up my fucking mind. My head is full of 'but on the other hand's.' I'm constantly seeing things from different perspectives, which don't get me wrong is kind of awesome sometimes, but it's also a real bitch. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Libra's also love everything beautiful. You know what THAT really means?</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Yeah sure I'm crafty, but I'm messy as hell. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When I bake cakes and cupcakes, it looks like a food fight between two 6yo, went on in my kitchen.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Even when I paint a sign, it looks like a classroom of preschoolers, was finger painting all over. Almost every piece of clothing I own has paint, or glitter glue on it. My husband looks like he often frequents strip clubs, with the amount of glitter that falls off of him weekly. At least he looks like a stud to his co workers. Or desperate. Whatever.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Annnnnd, we tend to be fair and just. Do you have any idea how twisted and macabre my imagination is, but my conscience won't ever let me play with it. I mean don't get me wrong, I'm no Ted Bundy, but I could probably start a pretty large cult if I wanted too. Not like a "drink the Kool-Aid cult," more of a really big </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">commune, where we live on a island and I make all the rules. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Haaaaaaaahahaha.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Just kidding I made that last part up for laughs.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Although, I'd be an awesome hippy commune leader.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Back to the issue at hand. Being a better me, and not getting side-tracked and making jokes. Maybe that's the thing...I hate seriousness. It makes me uncomfortable, to the point where I avoid situations all together, to stay away from the anxiety of the uncomfortableness, that resides in my own head. And that's when we come full circle back to the mental battle of which personality gets controlling stock of the 20% of my brain that I access. I need to be more serious in my approach to building better habits, and not laughing it off when I don't achieve my destined-to-fail-because-they're-to-much-too-soon type goals.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I need baby steps, I need consistency, I need perseverance. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I raised my kids to think like that, why can't I raise myself to think like that?!</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I bet I can. I probably need help though. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hmmmm, I definitely have some things to think about.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">What do you think???</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-10620915808814467572014-05-14T06:39:00.001-07:002014-05-14T06:39:43.936-07:00Wow, this place looks familiar.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I know, I've turned into a non existent blogger over the last year. I'm not quite sure why I dropped off the face of the earth, especially when I really do enjoy writing almost everyday. I guess I just thought, well I don't know what I thought. So, I'm gonna try to jump back on the ship and see if I can find my writing groove again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would appear it's been almost exactly four months since I wrote anything. Holy shit, what the hell man?! Four months??!! Last time I was here I told you about my grandson coming into the world. Well let me tell you, he's cuter today than the last photo I took of him.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm also employed again. YAY! It's a monotonous job, in a warehouse with no windows and a husband/wife boss team, that will give me looooooooooooots of material to write. Holy cow! But we'll get to that in later posts. I can tell you, that I'm the only other employee there, besides the H/W team, and they definitely add a certain element of stress to the job, that really backs up my theory that married couples should not live AND work together. But for what they pay me, I can deal. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In other news, I'm getting pretty good at this cake making thing, and have a pretty busy summer coming up. I just did my fourth wedding cake, and I have to say, it might be my best one yet.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And on the other foot, I'm trying to get a legit photography business going. Eventually I want to be a 'one stop shopping' type event service. I mean, I can perform marriage ceremonies, I bake cakes, and I take pictures. Plus I'm one crafty bitch, and am able to decorate wedding props down to the toasting glasses. I have a dream, and ultimate dream, and I will make it happen. Oh yes, I <i>will</i> make it happen!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And on that note, I gotta get ready for work. </span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-3751801865672015722014-01-13T07:27:00.000-08:002014-01-13T07:27:24.035-08:00Ohhhhhh Herrrrroooooooooooo Out There!!!<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I</span> <span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">know, I know, it's been forEVER since I wrote a post, and there's really no justifying it. We'll just chalk it up to pure laziness and lack of motivation. I know, shocking news, right???</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My life has changed a lot since my last post though, in the form of a new addition to the family. I'm proud to introduce to y'all....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My very first grandchild and a New Years baby. After 29 hours of labor and 3 hours of pushing they decided to stop torturing my daughter and bring this gorgeous little boy into the world, via c-section. Look.At.That.Face. Almost two weeks old and already smiles when you talk to him and reacts soo sweetly when you talk to him. I might just be in absolute love right now.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My youngest daughter is back at home, brought her boyfriend with her. The Dude hates it. Loves having the kid here, not fond of the other kid coming with her, but we're adjusting. My outlook on the situation is, I have the ability to help mold the probably future dude-in-law into someone that I want my daughter shacked up with. He just sees it as, a boy in his daughters room. I get it, I really do, and I don't like it either, but when they move out this time, I want it to be 'for real' and hopefully permanent this time. And if it takes a little more time in the nest, well then...so be it.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-53549323507739559342013-09-24T09:29:00.002-07:002013-09-24T09:29:29.172-07:00Road Trip, Part II<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Wooooooooooo loot at me, two days in a row. One more and it'll be a streak, eighteen more and I'll be back into my old habit. Yayyy me!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Here's some more pictures of my beautiful trip to Colorado.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Today's collection is from our travels through the first part of Utah, including the Salt Flats and a few other gems.</span></span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Coming up to the Salt Flats.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Boy they weren't kidding, those were some really high winds.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">The magnificent Salt Lake.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">More of the salt flats.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Nothing like being salt blasted.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Here's a good example of how high and fast those winds were.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Cool piece of art along the flats.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Stopped for the night, just in time to see this beautiful Utah sunset.</span></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Amazing colors.</span></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></span></span></td></tr>
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I'll end here today, and be back with some pics of the Arches Natl. park tomorrow. Hope ya stick around.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-38880305862931742062013-09-23T12:23:00.000-07:002013-09-23T12:23:22.387-07:00The beginning of Fall. With Fall in full swing here, I thought I'd go through some of my summer pictures and share some of my favorites. <br />
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This may take a few posts, since I've had an absolutely fabulous summer.<br />
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The first set is from my two week adventure with my Grams. We drove to Colorado and back, using as many back roads as we could fine. Not only made for a beautiful trip, but gave us plenty of time to bond even closer than before.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of the many Blue Star Memorial Highways out there. This one is in Crooked River Gorge, Oregon. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bridge at Crooked River Gorge, Oregon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Brothers School, in Brothers, Oregon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Somewhere in Idaho.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">That's my baby sister. We stopped for a visit to her...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And my baby brother.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Then to Glenns Ferry, Idaho to reminisce about the good ol' days, of both my Gram's and my childhoods.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Glenns Ferry, Idaho.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A beautiful Osprey nest in Glenns Ferry.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Grams used to climb this water tower. Brave one, she is.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Can't remember exactly where, but we were on the way to the Shoshone Falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cool little waterfall. Just wait, they get bigger.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Pelicans flying above the falls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The river that the Shoshone falls, fall in to.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The beautiful and breathtaking Shosone Falls in Idaho.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Four Jacks in Jackpot, NV...Where Grams luck started and mine ended.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jackpot, Nevada</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The clouds just went on and on and on....</td></tr>
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<br />I'll be back with another installment of...The Summer of Fun.<div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-27532835259187493142013-09-03T08:29:00.002-07:002013-09-03T08:30:27.333-07:00Back to basics.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">When I started this blog a couple years ago, my goal was to have an outlet to express my happiness, anxiety, rants and miscellaneous other stuff. Over the last year, I have let it dwindle away to nothing. at first because of the accident and having a new young 'en to take care of, then after awhile, NOT blogging became as much of a habit as blogging had become. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I don't expect that I have anyone out there, besides my amazing Grams that still looks for my posts, but that doesn't bother me, because I'm gonna post anyways. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My life has changes immensely over the last year. Some really good, some not really good at all, and some....well some is just plain fucked up. Sorry for the language, but I swear sometimes, and well, it makes me feel better. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">We'll get to all of it, the good, the bad AND the fucked all in due time. For now, let's just start with the good, the best, the happiest.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I am going to be a grandma. My oldest daughter and her husband are expecting their first child on Christmas Eve. That's right, another December baby. The day after my mom's birthday and the day before Jesus's. I'm kind of hoping for a week late baby, a new years baby perhaps. She has found out that it's going to be a boy, which makes The Mr. ecstatic, since it will start to shift the gender scale to his favor a bit. I like it, because playing in the mud is fun. Today is another ultrasound, since he was being a little shy last time and didn't let the ultrasound tech get good picture of his backside, because he was too busy flashing us his 'Full Monty.' This bothers us NONE. We're all too happy to see that precious little fetus again. Daughter has had heartburn like crazy too, so were hoping for a full head of hair to go with his beautiful green eyes I imagine he'll have.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I still have a hard time imagining that in a year, I'll have a little one to chase around again. Babies are cute and everything, but the toddler stage, that's what I'm waiting for. Babies can play in the mud or go snowmobiling with grandpa's. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No, we're not at all excited for this. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Gotta start getting ready, have a smashing day all, I'll post again soon.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-61371195017539160782013-04-10T07:32:00.000-07:002013-04-10T07:32:33.740-07:00And I just couldn't have done it without you.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Dear Blogger,</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Let me just say...Thanks.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thanks for always being there when I needed to vent, or share exciting stories and even relive past stories. Thanks for never judging me, and just letting me be myself. You taught me that I really can stick with something, if only I try hard enough. And hey, thanks for letting me know that I didn't hit my 'writers peak' in high school, and that I could still write a story.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And most recently...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I thank you for giving me the experience and confidence to do something, I would never have done before you came into my life. You see, I submitted a couple posts I made to you, to an up and coming online magazine. And guess what. I just had my first article published, and I'm currently working on a second. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">So let me just say...</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Thank you, I just couldn't have done it without you.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">P.S. I know you're dying for a Wordless Wednesday picture aren't you, dear Blogger. Okay, here you go.</span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-53935939317992693672013-04-03T09:01:00.000-07:002013-04-03T09:01:47.828-07:00I would love to be wordless on a Wednesday, but hey, this is me...Wooooooooo, two posts in less than two weeks. <div>
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It's the babiest of baby steps, but hey, getting back to your old self is a chore. Instead of a long boring post of things I've been up too, I'm just going to flood today's post with beautiful pictures from my snowmobiling adventure I had with The Mr. </div>
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That's right...I went sledding again. And let me just tell you, even though it was only my second time going, and the last time was a total disaster, well not for me, but for the guy that went with us, I.WAS.AWESOME!!!! Thanks to the years of early childhood three-wheeler riding, I was a pure natural at getting my sled up to 60 MPH, and getting her up on one ski. That's right, I did it! Made myself proud, made The Mr. proud, and showed everyone else how much of a Sissy-la-la I'm NOT!!! </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Don, checking the guest list at the cabin.</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-49511141497551905702013-03-18T08:34:00.000-07:002013-03-18T08:34:49.107-07:00Hey...I remember this place.<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But....does this place remember me? I can't believe I've gone so long without so much as a wordless Wednesday post, or a recipe or <i>any</i>thing. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Well I'm back in the swing of things, and I plan on using this blog to do exactly what I meant for it to do in the first place. Keep me motivated, and motivated is exactly what I need to be right now. The Mr. and I are planning a trip to Vegas in June, and I'm going on a loooooooooong journey with my Grandma to Colorado, and I'd like to do it about 30-40 lbs lights, and hopefully sticking to my blog will help me stick to that too, since it's helped me 'keep on track' in the past.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">In other news, I no longer have the 6 year old living with me. His mom is out of the nursing/rehab home, and is healing nicely. She's glad to be back in her own home, with her youngin' back in her everyday life. Now that he's gone, my weekends have been filling up with cake jobs. I've been making cakes and cupcakes every weekend, for the last five weekends. I'm loving it, but I really need to get into another space that has more working room. Maybe I should see about renting out kitchens somewhere. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Well, now I have to go finish cleaning up from yesterday, then get my butt to the gym, since I have a girls only dinner at Olive Garden tonight. Say yes to the salad and NOOOOOOOOOO to the breadsticks!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No promises, but I should be here tomorrow. I even set an alarm for it. Need to get back to the consistent writing, since it really does make me happy. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Until later!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-86917026251605028772012-12-27T06:07:00.002-08:002012-12-27T06:59:58.468-08:00A battle between my own toughts.<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Well, Christmas is over, and it was a great day. I loved spending the day with both my girls. I hate that they've gone and growed all up and stuff. And they just keep growing up. At midnight, on Christmas, D's bf, gave her a ring and asked her to marry him. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">LE.SIGH!!!</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">I don't know how I feel about this. Some of you may or may not know, that 'A', my oldest, got married young at nineteen, That marriage didn't work out to well, and she was with that boy for <i>three years</i>, only to have the marriage last about five months before the divorce was started. She just got married again, last August, and although they love each other very much, they are having a rough beginning. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Now by no means am I comparing my kids. A. I really try <i>not</i> to do that and 2. They have been complete opposites, from the day they became sisters. HOWEVER COMMA as their mother I <i>know </i>my kids, pretty damn well actually, and this is just a shock for me. D has always been my...'Ugh, how can you be that in love with someone after only knowing them for three weeks' or 'I can't believe they're engaged, they've only been together for six months' kid, so when I found out that she was engaged to a boy that she has been with, for less than a year, it kind of felt like someone punched me in the throat, while ripping my heart out at the same time. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Don't get me wrong. I like the kids she's shacked up with, but I thought the ONE THING that I have seriously taught my kids through example was, waiting to get married. I'm not saying wait as long as me and The Mr. did. A sixteen year engagement can be a bit long, but hey, when I walked down that aisle, I knew I'd had plenty of time to back out. And even though, she's promised me that this will be a looooong engagement, she also promised me that she'd stay home until she was at least nineteen, and that she'd never love a boy more than her mommy. <span style="font-size: small;">Yeah, I have separation issues, I know this.</span> And now, at eighteen she's shacked up and engaged to a boy she's only loved for about 8 months. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">I think the thing I hate about it all is...I get it. I get her perspective. I mean hell, me and The Mr. have been together since I was nineteen years old, and I've been 'into' him since I was seventeen, so I get that I sound like a total hypocrite. But, I also know, that committing yourself to someone, at that young of an age, can be really rough. But then, any relationship, whether it's a marriage or a friendship, can be really rough. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Ugh, I don't know. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">I do know that I raised smart kids, who can generally tell the difference between realistic love and fairy tale love, they did see their dad and I split up for two years, when we went through a reaaaally rough patch, so they know to always put their happiness and well being first, and that even though you love someone, it's okay to not be with them while you figure your own shit out. I'm living proof that...what is meant to be, is really meant to be. Hell, we all are.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">I <i>am</i> happy about the fact that, the engagement isn't prompted because she's pregnant, which by the way is the first thing people ask me when I tell them my young daughter is getting married. I tell them no, and they look at me as though I'm lying. I hate it, I get it, but I hate it. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Oh well, time to buck up and realize that I have great kids, and that I did a great job in raising them. I mean, if I have faith that I taught them right, I have to have faith that they learned right. Right???!!! I'll just be neurotic about it for a week or two, then I'll snap out of it, like I always do.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Maybe 20 minutes on the elliptical will help clear my mind.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Or maybe a brownie will. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">Hell, it might just take both.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;">See ya soon! </span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-28412933575297930422012-12-25T07:31:00.000-08:002012-12-25T07:32:22.907-08:00Merry MERRY Christmas<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Merry Christmas to all of you out there. I hope your day is filled with Fun, Family and Love. If you find yourself getting down about something today, please remember....there's always someone worse off than you. Take a minute to take stock of all the wonderful things in your life, and try not to spread negativity, it's a gift nobody wants, and almost everyone returns.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">See you all tomorrow.</span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-81884045151838741782012-12-17T17:40:00.001-08:002012-12-17T17:42:06.930-08:00Finding logic through tragedy. CAUTION: OPINION POST!<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">First off, let me say this;</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hi, it's been awhile, I know. Been busy with the kid and life and and and.....</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So, since this is my first post in quite a while, I figured that I would make it a controversial one. You now me.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Second, let me say this;</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My heart goes out to anyone that has lost someone due to senseless violence such as the recent events. As someone who has lost a child, I know how devastating it can be, and as someone whose brother was shot, twice due to retaliation of being kicked out of a party, I can tell you that it's equally as devastating, when someone you love is injured. No one ever wants their loved ones hurt, or taken, and I feel for all the families affected by the injury or loss of a loved one.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Third and final thing, before I get to the real thing;</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is my opinion, not yours. I'm not speaking for ANYONE other than myself. I'm not trying to sway to you MY WAY of thinking. Your reactions will in no way make me feel A. Validated or 2. Ashamed of my opinion, because it is just that, MY opinion. I'm simply writing on MY blog, how I feel about the recent tragedies and the vastly different opinions being thrown around by lots of people I know. Most of them to my face, or on my FB. I try to not start anything on FB, because, well, I believe people are entitled to their own thoughts...And without further ado, here's mine.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Over the last few days, I've heard a plethora of opinions regarding the Oregon mall shooting and the Connecticut school shooting. Everything from, take away guns, to arm EVERYONE! I've heard, 'stop glorifying the situation' in regards to the media, and 'I hope he burns in hell' from people, who every other day, preach forgiveness. So many things to consider, so many people angry, so few people who realize something. This isn't new. This isn't a gun problem. This isn't a time to blame a weapon, it's a time to take a look at the person wielding said weapon. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">I wonder how many people heard about the knife wielding guy in China, who on Thursday, injured 22 children and an elderly woman, as she walked them to school? None of those kids died, so of course, it wasn't a big thing on the news. In fact, it took me almost 10 minutes of news stories on my phone to even find it. No one was holding a gun, so it wasn't worthy of a headline, or breaking news. But I bet all of those kids and that woman's family, all felt the same heartache and panic as the people in OR and CT.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">The knife wasn't the issue.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Andrea Yates killed her five children with her own strength and water. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Water wasn't the problem here. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Ted Bundy used charm and usually asphyxiation or a blunt object to kill his victims.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">Charm is not the culprit. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">I could go on and on and on, throughout the history of time, back to the days of King George or Caligula and site examples of how weapons can be made from ANYTHING. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">But...</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">That's not my point, well it kind of is, but I think the bigger issue is, mental health. What drives a person use a gun, or knife on helpless children? What makes someone look at their beautiful children, then take their lives away from them? What makes a person gain your trust, then use it against you to take your life. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">It's called psychosis. It's an actual medical condition, it's not just some unresolved childhood issues that's making you angry enough to throw a glass against the wall, or verbally lash out at someone, even though they may not deserve it. No, this is, wires-aren't-connecting, severe-chemical-imbalance of the brain. So, I say, instead of banning guns, or arming everyone, why don't we try paying attention to those around us. Our friends, our family and even our enemies. Pay attention to their behavior. I don't just mean what they say, but their body language. You can tell so much from peoples body language, but most of us just go through life paying attention to what we 'have' to instead of seeing the whole picture. We go through life thinking we're all safe little babies, wrapped up in our own security of 'nothing like that happens in my town' until something like that happens in your back yard. Then, we feel devastated for a while, but then forget what devastated us until it happens again, and again and again. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">I guess my Christmas wish for the world is awareness. I hope everyone can now be aware, that terrible things like this happen and will continue to happen, because there's a gross oversight as to the real problem behind all of this senseless violence. Be aware that bad things and bad people are ALWAYS going be around, and that NONE of us are safe from harm coming to us, and we shouldn't EVER wait for a tragedy, like the ones I mentioned to take the time to appreciate what we have!!!</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">Okay, stepping off my soapbox now. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">I'll be back with a jollier post before Christmas, I promise!!!</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-37652238165673397232012-11-12T08:17:00.000-08:002012-11-12T08:17:29.385-08:00Holy Hell-O<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Okay, okay I know it's been a couple months since I've been here, but don't give up on me, I'm really trying to make a comeback. And to celebrate my comeback I'm gonna steer y'all to a super cool Christmas Card Swap, because let's face it. Who doesn't love sending and getting Christmas cards, to tape to you walls??? I know it can't just be me. So if ya wanna play along just go here.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Now, onto what the hell has been keeping me away from my beloved blog, that I so madly fell in love with.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Laziness...Well that's part of it. Also, I've been in a funk for a minute or two....or a thousand. Life changed so much after the <a href="http://lakegypsy.blogspot.com/2012/07/when-you-make-right-choice-and-it-still.html" target="_blank">accident</a>, that I don't think I've ever really given myself the time to really <i>grasp</i> the situation, I've just been doing what needs to be done. And then there's the fact that D, my younger, has almost completely moved out. She comes back one day a week, but to me, that's just not nearly enough, and she lives like 20 minutes away, which doesn't sound like much, but I have HUGE driving anxiety these days, especially at night, so it feels like she moved a million miles away. On a happier note, L, the oldest is moving closer to me after the first of the year, so I'm loving that. Hopefully D will move closer to me, in July when her and her bf's lease is up.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">My gf Squish, that was the driver in the accident I was in, is doing well, well mostly. She's still in the nursing/rehab home, which she HATES, understandably. She's walking over a thousand feet a day, and has even conquered going up two stairs, YAY!!! And she can stand on her own to get out of bed, into her wheelchair and can even go for car rides. I went and surprised her with an outing the other day, so she could go see her son, J sing in his very first school program for the Veterans. She goes back to the doc in a couple days, and hopefully we will know an actual release date. It's been almost four months since the wreck and she's still not home yet. We're hoping for a Thanksgiving homecoming, but she seems unsure that that's an option now. That really sucks, I know how badly she wanted to be out to make her own Turkey Day dinner.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-25942856006387605962012-09-25T13:36:00.002-07:002012-09-25T13:36:25.907-07:00CAUTION....FEMALE OPINION ABOUT SPORTS AHEAD!!!<span style="font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #351c75; line-height: 13.600000381469727px;">Regarding last night's MNF game. I am a Seahawks fan, as</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #351c75; line-height: 13.600000381469727px;">I'll take it. You know why?? Because like most every other team out there, we've had our fair share of horrible calls on us, by EXPERIENCED officials. I think that the karma train made a nice pitstop in the wonderful city of Seattle and said, 'Here ya go, here's yours'. And to all of you that said we don't deserve it.....Eight sacks in the first half, pretty deserving if you ask me.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="color: #351c75; line-height: 13.600000381469727px;">And as far as the refs go, if you want to blame someone, blame the NFL and the REAL refs for being stubborn f*cking idiots and not coming to a GD agreement. Do you honestly think that those stand ins feel confident and amazing out there??? I seriously doubt it, but now it's become their job to be hated by everyone in America. And they're not even in politics!</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 13.600000381469727px;">That is all! I'm going back to the kitchen now!! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!</span> </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-76868571122803077872012-09-19T09:32:00.000-07:002012-09-19T09:32:14.237-07:00Wordless *mostly* Wednesday.<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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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-72047697597309389802012-09-17T07:20:00.001-07:002012-09-17T07:20:39.101-07:00Musical Monday<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Yeah, yeah I know, it's been a minute since I decided to do this Musical Monday thing, and I did it once, then disappeared. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">But I'm back, and <strike>more consistent</strike> writing more often so hopefully, I'll be able to get back on somewhat of a schedule. We shall see....we shaaaaaalll see.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Here is my new obsession. His name is Alex Clare, he is amazing. Not only is he a very handsome Ginger, but his voice is just so.....just soooo....swooooooooooooooon.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The last of the songs just melts my soul. This mans voice just makes me happy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I hope it makes you happy too.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I'm allowed, right Grams???</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">So, without further fluff, let me just give you a quick bit of info. This is a story of my sweet little, darling of a cousin, and her medical fight, and her ability to make it through with the love and support of her family and her amazing will to survive.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Oh and grab a tissue, it's <i><b>that </b></i>kind of story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><a href="http://rilly-momsnotepad.blogspot.com/2012/09/one-daughters-journey-part-i.html" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0b5394;">Read the story.</span></a></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-48704279047014154522012-09-04T09:35:00.001-07:002012-09-04T09:35:49.398-07:00End of summer salad.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I had this wonderful salad at a friends house a few weeks back, and since then, have made it five times, twice was for 'just because' purposes. It's easy, it's delicious and it's popular. The three best things about food preparation.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">1 can of Bacos, it's super delicious with real bacon bits, but there's something about the smoky flavor the fake bacon that really compliments this salad.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Whisk it all together until it's nice and blended, and let it sit in the fridge for about a half hour before using it.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You can alter the measurements for the dressing to your taste. I like mine a little on the sweet side, so I go with less ACV, but this is your salad now, do with it what you will.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">PS. It's also wonderful the next day, if there's any left.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-75092991311926556832012-08-29T06:31:00.001-07:002012-08-29T06:31:14.219-07:00Would you rather.....<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hey y'all, happy Wednesday. Head on over to <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank">Mamarazzi</a> and <a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Crazymama's</a> pages and play one of my favorite games, Would you rather??? I love these kind of hypothetical games, it gets your wheels really turning, and helps you discover some odd things about yourself. So come hook up with us and play along. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Well, since I look like I already get dressed in total darkness, I'll have to go with that one. I love mirrors. I didn't used to, I used to hate my body and everything about it, but I've learned to love me and everything about me, including my amazing reflection. Besides, if I get dressed, and look hideous, I can go back into my 'dark' room and try again.</span></center>
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<span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sweet victory, gimme them dreams. If I could rewind, drastic things could've probably changed in my life, that I really wouldn't want changed, in the long run. My dreams, however, ROCK!!!</span></span></center>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Whewwww, I made it through another milestone, and I even have my sanity left. As some of you may know, my oldest, Lexi got married this weekend. It was a beautiful outdoor wedding, complete with perfect weather, a stunning bride, a very handsome groom and some pretty badass food. </span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif;">**not to toot my own horn or anything, but....beep beep.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sweet balls, look at me, consistently blogging for three days straight. I must be on a roll with this, try to focus, kick I'm on. I'm still procrastinating, about a lot of things, but it's ok.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You know what else is okay?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♫ Change your mind 5 times on a theme for the coffee shop you want to open.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♪ Let the blackberry bushes from hell take over half of your backyard, then poison the hell out of it, after you've robbed it of all it's fruit. That's right, I'm <i>that chick</i> this year. No thorns in my arms and legs this time.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♫ To bee the one to walk your daughter down the aisle, even though her <i>dad</i> and <i>step dad</i> will be at the wedding.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♪ To be sad for no reason some days, even when life is fantastic. It doesn't mean you're depressed, it just means you're human.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♫ To <i>not </i>be excited about the fact that soon both of your babies will be out of the house.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">♪ To totally blow off housework and go do something fun for the day.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Papyrus, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And on that ♫.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Woooohooo, look at me, blogging two days in a row and stuff. Figured I'd jump on the WWTK bandwagon again this week, come and join the fun with <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank">Mamarazzi</a> and <a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Crazymama</a> </span><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><i>*who I'm hoping a speedy recovery for*</i></b></span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> and see how we get down with the sickness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i style="color: magenta; line-height: 25.600000381469727px;">1. If you are sick in bed how do you entertain yourself? TV, books, sleep? </i><span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Yes, yes and yes, plus my phone. I have to stay connected you know, and I don't have a laptop, so my phone becomes my link to the outside world. I think The Mr. may have to get me a shiny tablet this year for my birthday.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i style="color: magenta;"><br style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;" /></i><i style="color: magenta; line-height: 25.600000381469727px;">2. Do you share your medical drama with the world or keep it to yourself? </i><span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I guess I range somewhere in the middle. I very rarely go to doctors, so I wouldn't even really know if something <i>was </i>wrong with me, and my husband didn't know I was in a head on accident until I came home from the hospital nine hours later, so I don't know what I am. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i style="color: magenta;"><br style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;" /></i><i style="color: magenta; line-height: 25.600000381469727px;">4. If someone offers to bring in dinner to you or your family, do you let them? </i><span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75;">Absolutely, even if I'm not sick. Bring it on. Want my address???</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75;">I'm hoping to go for day three tomorrow. See if I can't get consistent again, since I'm approaching my two year bloggerversary. I'm thinking I should have a give away, or a contest, or a something....</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="line-height: 25.600000381469727px;"><span style="color: #351c75;">But for now.....back to wedding arrangements.</span></span></span><br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-28437149281716085812012-08-21T08:05:00.000-07:002012-08-21T08:05:51.316-07:00Pin-ups, weddings and babies growing up. Holy Crap!<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hey Y'all! Happy Tuesday to you. Since it's Tuesday, it must be time for TTUT, with the lovely hosts <a href="http://www.impulsiveaddict.com/" target="_blank">IA</a> and see how her belly grows, and <a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Seriously Shawn</a> and take a trip to Florida, vicariously through her. Then link up and join the awesomeness that is.....</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Sometimes I sit and wonder, how the hell did I get this far in life? You know, when I hear the words "we've been together for almost twenty years" and "my oldest is getting married", come out of my mouth, and I'm doing things like, taking my baby to her first day of work. And by baby, I of course mean the eighteen year old, and let me tell you, it's hard knowing, that when she starts college in the winter, it will be the last step before fleeing the nest. </span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">***Insert necessary and over dramatic sobbing here***</span><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> Thank goodness I have plenty of things going on to keep me from breaking down, and actually think about the things going on.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">You know, things like my oldest, getting married...in five days. Yeah, <i>five </i>days. I've got a good day and a half of food making, and cake baking, and did I mention that D got a job? There goes my foodie partner, off pursuing a life of her own, without me. But thankfully, we're doing a menu that consists of an appetizer table and a desert table, and that both the bride and groom want to keep the ceremony and reception, small and simple. Works perfect for me. Next weeks post will be flooded with wedding pictures, so there's your warning. </span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">And then there's my biggest project of the moment, well besides the ones mentioned above, and the fact that I'm trying to write a business plan for a retro coffee shop I want to open, and taking care of a five year old, almost full time, I'm also working on putting together a pin-up style calendar. Originally, this was going to be a project that would help raise funds for my business, but since the <a href="http://lakegypsy.blogspot.com/2012/07/when-you-make-right-choice-and-it-still.html" target="_blank">accident</a>, that left one of my bff's with nine broken bones, and me with a five year old, I've decided that all monies will go to her recovery and helping care for the boy, since it will probably take a long time for her to fully recover, or get any restitution for the wreck. We've already had one photo shoot, but I'm positive we need need another one. That way we aren't all shiny from sweat, since it was 80* in the house we were shooting in. Which also made <i>none </i>of us want to get into formal gowns for the formal shoots. So, well plan another one for sometime in September when the weather is cooler. Here's a quick preview.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Well kiddies, I have to go face the reality that is my life. Cleaning, cooking and concocting plans. See y'all on the flip side.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-87500295888743105922012-08-08T06:14:00.000-07:002012-08-08T06:14:14.262-07:00A little bit of this, and a whole lot of that.<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">That's right, my MIA ass is back for a minute and linking up with and old friend, WWTK. It feels like it's been ages since I did one of these, OH wait, it has.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">For those of you who don't know what WWTK Wednesday is, well then hop over to <a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/" target="_blank">Mamarazzi</a> to get all the details, or you could go to <a href="http://crazymamaof6.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Crazymama</a> and get some info too, and a laugh, or a good story, they're both pretty awesome. Then you too can link up with other whacko's like us for....</span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 25px;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Hair color. Oh good god, I don't know what I would do without my hair coloring stuff. Some people go to salons to get their hairs did, but I'm an old fashioned, diy chick, and have been doing my own hair coloring since I was about 15. My mom was cool enough to let me start coloring my hair when I was 12, since I'd been in Louisiana and had bright blonde hair, then moved here to Washington, where the sun hardly shines and my hair turned to a dull, not shiny, not noticeable brown. Don't get me wrong...I love brown hair, I've had many shades of it over the years, just look <a href="http://lakegypsy.blogspot.com/2011/01/hair-of-different-color.html" target="_blank">here</a>, but my hair, one color, no thank you.</b></span></span></center>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="line-height: 25px;"><b>Hmmm...I'm going to have to go with the universal answer here and say, my kids, DUH!!! No, but really, now that my youngest is 18 and has a life of her own, and the oldest is about to start her married life, I'm wondering if they're too busy for me. Great, all of a sudden, the song Cats In The Cradle, is playing in my head. I may have to take a time out to go die a little bit.</b></span></span></center>
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<b style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"><i><span style="color: magenta;">They say love is in the little things. What is a little thing someone does to show you love?</span></i></b>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I think the best thing that D does, is clean up the house without being asked, and for no reason other than to make my life easier for a minute. The other one, A, will call or text me for no reason, especially since the accident, to tell me she loves me and misses me. And The Mr., well he's pretty unpredictable, sometimes it's a date night and sometimes, it's just a hug when I really need it, that makes me realize, Awwwww, he really does like me.</b></span></center>
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<b style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 25px;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ummm, is there a game show out there that is has trivia, that is very random, but focuses a lot on music and movies?? No??!! Well hell then, put me on Wheel of Fortune!!! I'll rock that one.</span></b></center>
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</center>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4387124254614555942.post-72864685652852869222012-07-17T12:49:00.001-07:002015-10-01T12:45:21.014-07:00When you make the right choice, and it still doesn't help.<br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Hey peeps out there in blogland, how is you're Tuesday going. Mine is sore, but I'll get to that in a minute. Right now I gotta tell ya to go hook up with my girls <a href="http://www.impulsiveaddict.com/" target="_blank">IA</a>, who's having a horrible month, you poor thing. I hope you get better soon, and then take a trip to the beach with <a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Shawn</a> to relax. Then link up with them. It's just that easy.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Now, for the good stuff. And by good stuff, I mean horrible, horrible things. </span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">This was my weekend.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Friday night started out with The Mr. bringing one of his loud co-workers over. I don't mind that they're loud or even that they stay here for hours, it's that all they talk about is work. UGH!!! It's not a wonder that he thinks the weekends are getting shorter, he spends half of it, talking about the place he cant wait to get a break from. Sheesh. Boys.....I'll never understand em'.</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">So, after The Mr. goes to bed me and D decide were going to the watch the newest episode of our new favorite show, The Newsroom, when I get a call from a strange number. I don't answer. What? It was after 11pm and my phone was waaaaaay over there, so then a few seconds go by and somebody left a message. So I grab my phone, call voicemail, and find that my girl KT, is down at the bar and needs me NOW!!! So, I get up, get dressed, put on a light layer of war paint and head out. I get to the bar, where she was attending a bachelorette party, to find out that she got a ride there, and Happy, her Mr., was not answering his phone, and he is her DD for the night. So I sit with her for a little bit longer, dance a little bit, hang out with friends, and just when were getting ready to leave....That's right, Happy shows up, looking like he just rolled out of bed, because he had, and took my drunken KT home. I then offered anyone else a ride from a DD, nobody took me up on it, so I went home and went to bed.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Then comes Saturday, when I'M the one in need of a DD, since we are going to a BBQ with some friends, my BFF Squish, who's taking blood thinners and can't drink, offers to be my DD. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! We go to the BBQ, have a total blast, playing pool, having Jello shots, and just being with our amazing friends and having a good time. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's Squish up front making a kissy face, me, D, Bos, are in the back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Notice how much the dogs like whoever is at the food table? Hmmm odd.</td></tr>
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We continue to these good times until around 1:30 am, then decide, we need to go home. We're tired, I quit drinking a while ago, so my buzz has faded, which means I'll be ready for night night within the next 45 minutes. So we left.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">On the way home we were still gabbing about how much of a good time we had. Squish's boy had fallen asleep and now it was just Squish, D and I shooting the breeze, when all of a sudden....</span><br />
<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We come around a curve, and see what appears to be an oncoming car, in our lane about a half mile down the road. Since we're on a 50 mph highway, at first we think, 'he must be passing, he'll get over', and then he doesn't. Squish at this point is left with the decision to flip her car in a ditch, or try to make it to a nearby driveway, or get hit head on. She's frantically honking her horn and flashing her lights, but the guy in the car, was just.....well I don't know <i><b>WHAT </b></i>the hell he was. She reaches the driveway and as soon as she get's an inch of the front tire onto the gravel, we were hit head on.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Now, when they tell you that your life flashes before your eyes in a case like this...They are full of shit! The only thing that was running past my eyes was, "please don't let us die, right now", over and over and over. I managed to get out, and get Squish's boy and D out, but unfortunately, Squish was trapped in the car by the door. I ran around the car to try and open her door, searching for that 'there's a car on my baby' strength, and just couldn't find it, moments later the emergency crew was there, cutting her door off with the jaws of life, and D, J and I are sitting the yard 40' feet away listening to her scream as they pull her out. D, J and I came away with minor injuries. We're all sore, and I'm banged and scraped, but we're amazing compared to Squish, who suffered a broken wrist, forearm, ankle, femur and today she is scheduled for a six hour surgery to try and piece together her shattered hip. She is stuck in the hospital for a minimum of 4-6 weeks, and right now she's heavily sedated in ICU.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Here's a few pics of my injuries.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">We are told that the driver that hit us, was suspected of being intoxicated and suffered a broken arm. At this point, I don't even know his name, or anything about him. What I do know is, that in the blink of an eye, dozens of lives were changed by one wrong choice, and the person most afflicted by this wrong choice, was the person that made the right choice, by being a DD. So if any of you out there have some extra prayers and good thoughts. My girl Squish could surely use them.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13962565741970437653noreply@blogger.com3