Go Visit Supah and join in. It's therapeutic.
Stick it to Supah... Goodbye Mac, you goofy bugger
This weeks installment of Stick it to Supah Tuesday. Go visit and join in as soon as you visit her auction for Jaden and buy stuff for the ones you love. All of the proceeds go to help the little guy and his family!
Why I can't do MEme Monday: My face is on fire (no really, I'm serious)
So I wanted to participate in MEme Monday but I couldn't because my face is on fire. I could have my mom write a note but I thought a picture would be proof enough.
See? ...you'll have to read through all the random crap to find out how I caught my face on fire. Then you'll feel sorry for me and understand why I can't do the MEme this week.
Hold on...gotta go get another ice pack..
I'm back, on with the show..
I am sitting here avoiding the fact that I have a huge project for work I should be working on, ~sigh... instead I am farting around on Facebook, eating a bowl of cereal trying not to beat my kids with a broom handle (4 days off is just too much). I couldn't get the project done at work because so many employees were out on vacation or sick this past week, it was impossible to do any of my own work. I was too busy making up for the fact that these people can't function with the sniffles or they decide to dump their work on the rest of us, just so they can get to the turkey gobblin' a day early. I work with a few prima donnas who were never taught work ethic or how to "suck it up". I think they all just need a good spanking.
moving along...
I'm trying to catch up on blogs but I think I have way too many that I love and I just can't seem to keep up. I have decided the only option for me is.... quit my job and blog for a living. I hear you can put ads on here and make almost $1 a month if you are really popular. Maybe if I keep blogging about how big my ass is and then put up ads for Jenny Craig y'all will click like crazy and I will be able to buy a coke at the end of the month.
Booger has his 1st piano rectal in less than two hours and I just took his temperature and he has a low grade fever. He has had a cough for a month and now complains of a sore throat. The problem is, he is asthmatic so he is very susceptible (ha! I googled to see if I spelled that correctly and I did!) to pneumonia, I guess I am going to take him in to the doc after the recital. update: took him in...strep and pneumonia. So glad he went and shared the piano keys with all of those other kids. I am an awesome mom. sigh...
Did y'all know I won the spelling bee in 4th grade. OK so I didn't win, I got 2nd place but that was because I was up against a 6th grade Asian girl who was wicked smart and she knew how to spell Maestro. Damn I hate that word. Her trophy was so much bigger than mine. I hate her too.
This post is extremely random but since many of you are blog "skimmers" you probably won't even notice. Hmm... Let's play a game... comment below and add the word "skim" somewhere in your comment (don't mention the game though, you'll ruin the whole thing). This way, we can all see who really thoroughly reads the entire load of crap that this post is turning out to be. It will be fun. I don't care if you are a skimmer, I'm just feeling a bit precocious (Oh my hell, I googled the spelling of that word too and I had it right the first time, I wonder what my IQ is... it's gotta be in the 150's).
moving on....
Another interesting tidbit for all of you who are actually reading every word, I have a bit of an obsession. I sit with tweezers and pluck my facial hairs while I watch T.V. I get so excited when I successfully remove one that it keeps me motivated to continue until I get to the point I have made myself bleed. I have a friend who cuts my hair who told me to use facial hair remover creme so I put it on over an hour ago. I followed the instructions to the letter and now my face is so smooth some might mistake it for a newly waxed bowling ball. The only problem is... now my face is on fire (yes, there are actual flames coming out of my pores).
I have applied several different lotions to try to put out the flames and they don't seem to be working. Now my face is bright red from the perfumes in the lotions and my skin is so shiny Maggie keeps coming over to check out herself in the reflection on my cheeks. Sunday night update: starting to peel...shitske!
I guess that about covers my excuse. Let me go down the list to make sure I didn't forget any of the important stuff (*snort)....
Bawl-ass employees (check)
Blogging for cash (check)
Sick Bethoven (check)
Face on fire (check)
I wonder if there is a html code for a check mark... ✓ (ha! found it! should I go back and add it to my list? nah... I'm way too busy...snort)
Now go play with my friend Supah and Mommybrain
Hold on...gotta go get another ice pack..
I'm back, on with the show..
I am sitting here avoiding the fact that I have a huge project for work I should be working on, ~sigh... instead I am farting around on Facebook, eating a bowl of cereal trying not to beat my kids with a broom handle (4 days off is just too much). I couldn't get the project done at work because so many employees were out on vacation or sick this past week, it was impossible to do any of my own work. I was too busy making up for the fact that these people can't function with the sniffles or they decide to dump their work on the rest of us, just so they can get to the turkey gobblin' a day early. I work with a few prima donnas who were never taught work ethic or how to "suck it up". I think they all just need a good spanking.
moving along...
I'm trying to catch up on blogs but I think I have way too many that I love and I just can't seem to keep up. I have decided the only option for me is.... quit my job and blog for a living. I hear you can put ads on here and make almost $1 a month if you are really popular. Maybe if I keep blogging about how big my ass is and then put up ads for Jenny Craig y'all will click like crazy and I will be able to buy a coke at the end of the month.
Booger has his 1st piano rectal in less than two hours and I just took his temperature and he has a low grade fever. He has had a cough for a month and now complains of a sore throat. The problem is, he is asthmatic so he is very susceptible (ha! I googled to see if I spelled that correctly and I did!) to pneumonia, I guess I am going to take him in to the doc after the recital. update: took him in...strep and pneumonia. So glad he went and shared the piano keys with all of those other kids. I am an awesome mom. sigh...
Did y'all know I won the spelling bee in 4th grade. OK so I didn't win, I got 2nd place but that was because I was up against a 6th grade Asian girl who was wicked smart and she knew how to spell Maestro. Damn I hate that word. Her trophy was so much bigger than mine. I hate her too.
This post is extremely random but since many of you are blog "skimmers" you probably won't even notice. Hmm... Let's play a game... comment below and add the word "skim" somewhere in your comment (don't mention the game though, you'll ruin the whole thing). This way, we can all see who really thoroughly reads the entire load of crap that this post is turning out to be. It will be fun. I don't care if you are a skimmer, I'm just feeling a bit precocious (Oh my hell, I googled the spelling of that word too and I had it right the first time, I wonder what my IQ is... it's gotta be in the 150's).
moving on....
Another interesting tidbit for all of you who are actually reading every word, I have a bit of an obsession. I sit with tweezers and pluck my facial hairs while I watch T.V. I get so excited when I successfully remove one that it keeps me motivated to continue until I get to the point I have made myself bleed. I have a friend who cuts my hair who told me to use facial hair remover creme so I put it on over an hour ago. I followed the instructions to the letter and now my face is so smooth some might mistake it for a newly waxed bowling ball. The only problem is... now my face is on fire (yes, there are actual flames coming out of my pores).
In case you missed it the first time
This is definitely a side effect that should be mentioned on the packaging.
I have applied several different lotions to try to put out the flames and they don't seem to be working. Now my face is bright red from the perfumes in the lotions and my skin is so shiny Maggie keeps coming over to check out herself in the reflection on my cheeks. Sunday night update: starting to peel...shitske!
I guess that about covers my excuse. Let me go down the list to make sure I didn't forget any of the important stuff (*snort)....
Bawl-ass employees (check)
Blogging for cash (check)
Sick Bethoven (check)
Face on fire (check)
I wonder if there is a html code for a check mark... ✓ (ha! found it! should I go back and add it to my list? nah... I'm way too busy...snort)
Now go play with my friend Supah and Mommybrain
Serious Sunday Leftover
I know y'all have had your share of leftovers but they aint gone yet and we would hate to waste food. There are starving kids in China. So without further Ado... a more serious side of Chief:
Repost from May 2009
Holy Crap! What a week I have had! Work and home life have really kicked my butt! I plan to sleep until at least noon tomorrow, get up, eat, go back to bed until 7, get the kids ready for bed, then head back to the sack! I could go on and on about all of the happenings this week but I'm afraid it would turn into a whine fest and I hate whiners so I will refrain. I actually posted a synopsis last night but then I deleted it a few minutes later for fear that I might offend those who read this blog that made my week hell. So believe it or not, I am using the very limited filter the Lord gave me.
So anywho, I found some old pics and decided to try my hand at scanning them into my computer. I thought I would post some just for farts and giggles. Let me know what you think of these gems:
Repost from May 2009
Holy Crap! What a week I have had! Work and home life have really kicked my butt! I plan to sleep until at least noon tomorrow, get up, eat, go back to bed until 7, get the kids ready for bed, then head back to the sack! I could go on and on about all of the happenings this week but I'm afraid it would turn into a whine fest and I hate whiners so I will refrain. I actually posted a synopsis last night but then I deleted it a few minutes later for fear that I might offend those who read this blog that made my week hell. So believe it or not, I am using the very limited filter the Lord gave me.
So anywho, I found some old pics and decided to try my hand at scanning them into my computer. I thought I would post some just for farts and giggles. Let me know what you think of these gems:
How adorable is that? I remember taking Bud to church and having him come home to inform us that he needed to speak to God. I must've felt I would need proof in his teenage years that he used to be darling so I'm glad I found this one!
This is a picture of my biological father Lenard back in the early eighties. I remember he bought me a "boom box" for Christmas and it was the hottest thing on the market DUAL CASSETTE! He passed away when I was fourteen years old
We took Bud back to one of our honeymoon spots when he was 2. Snoqualmie Falls Washington. We actually did a road trip honeymoon where we drove to Seattle, jutted over to the Washington coast and then followed Highway 1 down to southern most tip of Oregon where we made our way back home. Look at Duke! He kinda has a "Magnum" look about him, doesn't he?
I told Shawna there was a time where I made every birthday cake from scratch, back before Charter Schools and callings. Here is my rendition of a choo choo for Bud's 4th Birthday. Not bad looking eh? What you can't see is the middle of the cake that oozed out due to a premature exit from the oven. Who cares right?
While we are on the subject of cakes, here is the one I asked Shawna to make for Duke's last birthday. He said it was the best present he ever received...and he meant it!
The quality of this one isn't great. It is one the nurses took for me with a polaroid. It was the first time I was allowed to hold Boogie 3 days after he was born. Someday I will blog about that drama, but for now I'm ending the week on a good note.
Ah....how sweet. I think Bud begged to let him use the camera so here is a shot of Duke and I at Catalina Island.
This is Bud when he was 4 with one of our dogs Pearl. She was a terrible dog and after 8 months we tried to get rid of her, to no avail, so Duke took her to Petsmart and put her in a shopping cart, pushed her down the rawhide isle and ran for the car. I often wonder where she is today....
Well, I have definitely cheered up some and I'm ready for some shut eye. I have high hopes for next week and truly I am counting on calmer waters.
I have to say, I can't really remember taking Booger camping. I know we attempted this when Bud was little and all he did was bawl because he thought the bears were going to eat his head. This kept us from unpacking the tent once Booger was born. I guess this picture is at one of the traditional extended family barbeque's up Immigration Canyon. Whatever, it's cute and it makes us seem well rounded.
I'm regurgitating leftovers
So, I would love to say I had time to come up with a great post for the day after Thanksgiving but, alas... As you read this I am either sitting in front of a retailer somewhere hoping to get my hands on some Black Friday loot, or am asleep.
I have never done this before, I usually just pay extra not to have to go throughout the hassle. This year is different and therefore I am off to fight the crowds so I am serving you leftovers. This is a post I published in June and I felt it fitting after the gorging that we all inevitably did yesterday. Enjoy.
June 24th 2009
Today, I went to hell. I don't mean I had a bad day and it all "went to hell". I'm saying I actually woke up this morning, planning to go to hell. I've been told that my version of hell is supposed to be good for you, supposed to make you live longer, feel better, look better....I'm callin' bullshit on the whole lie people. I admit, I haven't been to hell much in my life but the maybe dozen or more times I've ventured there, I have reaped none of these 'so called' benefits. This week, due to the fact I am gainfully unemployed for the summer, I decided I would start utilizing the membership to hell I paid for almost 6 months ago.
Here is how it went....
Time Stamp: 9:30 a.m.
In bed, looking up at the ceiling, wishing I didn't have to go to hell. I laid there making deals with god. I promised I would never eat another bowl of Ben & Jerrys, in fact I would cease to eat anything at all the rest of my life if he would just remove the tonnage from my waistline without sending me to hell.
Time Stamp: 10:30 a.m.
In my recliner with my laptop checking e-mails. Maybe, just maybe, the school has an emergency and I need to go in and rescue them.
Time Stamp 11:00 a.m.
I've got my tennies on. Thank goodness Maggie is exhausted and resting comfortably on my lap. I mustn't disturb her. I will just surf the internet for a while. Maybe there are some deals out there I missed.
Time Stamp 11:30 a.m.
Did you know they have a lounge at the gym? With a big screen T.V.!?
Time Stamp: Noon-ish
I go upstairs to see my torture apparatus of choice. I refuse to work out if I can't use this machine. It has a 'sit down' seat instead of a regular bike seat. I'm fearful that the regular bike seats might get permanently stuck in my crack. I become hopeful "Maybe someone will already be using it and I will get to go home". Crap! No one within 100 yards of the cardio room. (I also use the excuse that if there are skinny, tanned women in the cardio room, I can't work out because they will make fun of me.)
Time Stamp 12:05 p.m.
I'm on the apparatus from hell.
Some old lady with flip flop sandals, dress shirt, and linen capri's comes in and eyeballs me the entire 25 minutes I'm living in hell. Obviously she wants my machine and I'm prepared to beat her down in order to keep it. Age is not a factor. I want to say "Come to hell in something other than your picnic attire lady and maybe people will take you more seriously." I do become very volatile and mean when I sweat. I'm sure she thinks of me the same way that I look at the tan, skinny women who run the treadmill at a 60% incline on level 15 for 90 minutes.
Time Stamp 12:40 p.m.
Time to refuel.
Hey if they sell this stuff in hell it must help you to reap those benefits they are so adamant about harping on!
Time Stamp 12:55
Hey, It's a crystal light, don't be a hater!
Time Stamp 1:15 p.m.
I finally found a small piece of heaven
Yes, I took a picture of myself naked in a tub. Whatevah! I'm looking mighty fine after that workout it would be a shame not to share it with the world.
I am actually going to start back to HELL this weekend....or maybe next weekend...I need to lose some weight for the cruise in February.
I have never done this before, I usually just pay extra not to have to go throughout the hassle. This year is different and therefore I am off to fight the crowds so I am serving you leftovers. This is a post I published in June and I felt it fitting after the gorging that we all inevitably did yesterday. Enjoy.
June 24th 2009
Today, I went to hell. I don't mean I had a bad day and it all "went to hell". I'm saying I actually woke up this morning, planning to go to hell. I've been told that my version of hell is supposed to be good for you, supposed to make you live longer, feel better, look better....I'm callin' bullshit on the whole lie people. I admit, I haven't been to hell much in my life but the maybe dozen or more times I've ventured there, I have reaped none of these 'so called' benefits. This week, due to the fact I am gainfully unemployed for the summer, I decided I would start utilizing the membership to hell I paid for almost 6 months ago.
Here is how it went....
Time Stamp: 9:30 a.m.
In bed, looking up at the ceiling, wishing I didn't have to go to hell. I laid there making deals with god. I promised I would never eat another bowl of Ben & Jerrys, in fact I would cease to eat anything at all the rest of my life if he would just remove the tonnage from my waistline without sending me to hell.
Time Stamp: 10:30 a.m.
In my recliner with my laptop checking e-mails. Maybe, just maybe, the school has an emergency and I need to go in and rescue them.
Time Stamp 11:00 a.m.
I've got my tennies on. Thank goodness Maggie is exhausted and resting comfortably on my lap. I mustn't disturb her. I will just surf the internet for a while. Maybe there are some deals out there I missed.
Time Stamp 11:30 a.m.
Did you know they have a lounge at the gym? With a big screen T.V.!?
Time Stamp: Noon-ish
I go upstairs to see my torture apparatus of choice. I refuse to work out if I can't use this machine. It has a 'sit down' seat instead of a regular bike seat. I'm fearful that the regular bike seats might get permanently stuck in my crack. I become hopeful "Maybe someone will already be using it and I will get to go home". Crap! No one within 100 yards of the cardio room. (I also use the excuse that if there are skinny, tanned women in the cardio room, I can't work out because they will make fun of me.)
Time Stamp 12:05 p.m.
I'm on the apparatus from hell.
Some old lady with flip flop sandals, dress shirt, and linen capri's comes in and eyeballs me the entire 25 minutes I'm living in hell. Obviously she wants my machine and I'm prepared to beat her down in order to keep it. Age is not a factor. I want to say "Come to hell in something other than your picnic attire lady and maybe people will take you more seriously." I do become very volatile and mean when I sweat. I'm sure she thinks of me the same way that I look at the tan, skinny women who run the treadmill at a 60% incline on level 15 for 90 minutes.
Time Stamp 12:40 p.m.
Time to refuel.
Hey if they sell this stuff in hell it must help you to reap those benefits they are so adamant about harping on!
Time Stamp 12:55
Hey, It's a crystal light, don't be a hater!
Time Stamp 1:15 p.m.
I finally found a small piece of heaven
Yes, I took a picture of myself naked in a tub. Whatevah! I'm looking mighty fine after that workout it would be a shame not to share it with the world.
I am actually going to start back to HELL this weekend....or maybe next weekend...I need to lose some weight for the cruise in February.
Does this thong make my ass look big?
Sensitive eyes may want to move on to the next blog on your blogroll. Disturbing nekkid picture ahead!
I have gained some of the weight back that I lost last Spring. It sucks.
I have a pair of pants on right now that as I sit here at my desk I am praying that the ass doesn't completely split out the back. I am actually trying to find something I could tie around my waist in anticipation for the event.
I have a pair of pants on right now that as I sit here at my desk I am praying that the ass doesn't completely split out the back. I am actually trying to find something I could tie around my waist in anticipation for the event.
It's a good thing I'm not wearing my thong today.
P.S. This means no more Snickers, "Snippy"...it's all your fault!
Christmas Wishes
Usually I have my Christmas shopping all done by Thanksgiving. this year...notsomuch. I thought if I focused more on giving service to the needy and teaching my children the true meaning of Christmas I would be all abut being in the spirit of the Holidays.
I just can't get into the spirit ofspending money on someone else giving. I mean, we are finally out of debt trying to stay that way and now people want me to buy them stuffs.
I asked the boys what the wanted from Santa (Bud tries really hard to keep up the whole facade with Booger about Santa but he isn't real discreet. He winks and coughs and acts a fool until I thump him in the back of the head with my acrylic nail). I reminded them that Santa was already helping us with tickets for the cruise in February so they need to remember not to overwhelm him with a ton of expensive requests...
This is the response from Bud.
Adolescent: "Oh, that's OK cuz I only want one present this year."
Mom: "Good, what is it?"
Adolescent: "An ipod touch"
Mom: instantly SHARTS!
Adolecent: "What's wrong?"
Boogers answer.
"Yeah I just need a Nintendo DSi."
~SIGH~ (Where have I gone wrong?)
I remember when I was young I asked my parents for a Cabbage Patch Doll. My mom had her friend make one. It look like a Play Dough mold of Rosie O'Donnell and I immediately checked its ass cheek to find my suspicions validated. A FRAUD!
I lived through that experience without much therapy so maybe the kids will be better off if I get them an Audiovoz 2 GB MP3 player and a handheld, electronic Yahtzee game. I know my pocketbook will much better off.
I love Christmas usually...I hope I can shake of the grinches soon and get with the program.
Maybe I just need to give more to the needy? What do y'all need and maybe I can work something out.
So far, it aint workin''.
I just can't get into the spirit of
I asked the boys what the wanted from Santa (Bud tries really hard to keep up the whole facade with Booger about Santa but he isn't real discreet. He winks and coughs and acts a fool until I thump him in the back of the head with my acrylic nail). I reminded them that Santa was already helping us with tickets for the cruise in February so they need to remember not to overwhelm him with a ton of expensive requests...
This is the response from Bud.
Adolescent: "Oh, that's OK cuz I only want one present this year."
Mom: "Good, what is it?"
Adolescent: "An ipod touch"
Mom: instantly SHARTS!
Adolecent: "What's wrong?"
Boogers answer.
"Yeah I just need a Nintendo DSi."
~SIGH~ (Where have I gone wrong?)
I remember when I was young I asked my parents for a Cabbage Patch Doll. My mom had her friend make one. It look like a Play Dough mold of Rosie O'Donnell and I immediately checked its ass cheek to find my suspicions validated. A FRAUD!
I lived through that experience without much therapy so maybe the kids will be better off if I get them an Audiovoz 2 GB MP3 player and a handheld, electronic Yahtzee game. I know my pocketbook will much better off.
I love Christmas usually...I hope I can shake of the grinches soon and get with the program.
Maybe I just need to give more to the needy? What do y'all need and maybe I can work something out.
Why? Serious Sunday
Over the past several years our family has been rocked by several unexplained tragedies. As I was driving home from work, listening to the radio I heard this song and had to pull over and compose myself. Someday, maybe I can put my feelings into words for you, until then, I will share this song:
Press the play button and then read the lyrics:
Why?
It must have been a place so dark, couldn’t feel the light
Reaching for you through that stormy cloud
Now here we are gathered in our little home town
This can’t be the way you meant to draw a crowd
Oh why that’s what I keep asking
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul, God only knows
What went wrong and why you’d leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old
rounding third to score the winning run
You always played with passion no matter what the game
When you took the stage you shined just like the sun
Oh why? That’s what I keep asking
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul, god only knows
What went wrong and why you’d leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze
The golden sun is shining on my face
The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing
This old world really ain’t that bad a place
Oh why there’s no comprehending
And who am I to try to judge or explain
Oh but I do have one burning question
Who told you life wasn’t worth the fight
They were wrong
They lied
And now you’re gone
And we cried
Cause It’s not like you to walk away in the middle of a song
Your beautiful song
Your absolutely beautiful song
~Rascal Flatts
Press the play button and then read the lyrics:
Why?
It must have been a place so dark, couldn’t feel the light
Reaching for you through that stormy cloud
Now here we are gathered in our little home town
This can’t be the way you meant to draw a crowd
Oh why that’s what I keep asking
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul, God only knows
What went wrong and why you’d leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now in my mind I keep you frozen as a seventeen year old
rounding third to score the winning run
You always played with passion no matter what the game
When you took the stage you shined just like the sun
Oh why? That’s what I keep asking
Was there anything I could have said or done
Oh I had no clue you were masking the troubled soul, god only knows
What went wrong and why you’d leave the stage in the middle of a song
Now the oak trees are swaying in the early autumn breeze
The golden sun is shining on my face
The tangled thoughts I hear a mockingbird sing
This old world really ain’t that bad a place
Oh why there’s no comprehending
And who am I to try to judge or explain
Oh but I do have one burning question
Who told you life wasn’t worth the fight
They were wrong
They lied
And now you’re gone
And we cried
Cause It’s not like you to walk away in the middle of a song
Your beautiful song
Your absolutely beautiful song
~Rascal Flatts
A bit of housekeeping
Trying to "clean up the place".
If anyone knows how to fix the damned margins next to the borders on my sidebar so they don't touch my text, I would be very grateful!
Also, if I lost your button or your url in my blogroll during the frenzy, slap me up side the head in comments and I will fix it toot sweet!
While I am rambling...if anyone has a reliable way to add navigation tabs to my blog (I have tried several tutorials and now I am so pissed I am ready to punch someone in the face...P.S. Save Duke the humiliation and help me!).
UPDATE: Thanks for all of the tips! Now if someone just wants to build me a website, I'm game for that too!
I am off to clean cupboards. If you don't hear back from me in the next few days call 9-1-1.
If anyone knows how to fix the damned margins next to the borders on my sidebar so they don't touch my text, I would be very grateful!
Also, if I lost your button or your url in my blogroll during the frenzy, slap me up side the head in comments and I will fix it toot sweet!
While I am rambling...if anyone has a reliable way to add navigation tabs to my blog (I have tried several tutorials and now I am so pissed I am ready to punch someone in the face...P.S. Save Duke the humiliation and help me!).
UPDATE: Thanks for all of the tips! Now if someone just wants to build me a website, I'm game for that too!
I am off to clean cupboards. If you don't hear back from me in the next few days call 9-1-1.
One more thing you can do with wooden spoons
This is some funny sh!t maynard! (it's only 1 minute long and it is worth it.)
NOW THAT WE'VE HAD A GIGGLE...
I found a great blog yesterday. Actually she has been a follower for a few weeks but I haven't had time to go over to her place for a visit. I finally did and found out SHE RUNS AN ORPHANAGE IN AFRICA! I am falling in love with her pictures and her wonderful adventures. Go see her! Amy's Assorted Adventures.
NOW THAT WE'VE HAD A GIGGLE...
I found a great blog yesterday. Actually she has been a follower for a few weeks but I haven't had time to go over to her place for a visit. I finally did and found out SHE RUNS AN ORPHANAGE IN AFRICA! I am falling in love with her pictures and her wonderful adventures. Go see her! Amy's Assorted Adventures.
I wanna talk about me for a change ~snicker~!
I need to do an award post. it has been a long time. They are hard for me because I hate to single anyone out so I have decided that I will do it my way and if it pisses anyone off then that's OK, I will be banned from future awards...while it will make me sad, I will understand that is what the consequences of my actions are. ( I sound like myself when I catch a 6th grader putting an apple in the toilet and flushing it. I have learned well, haven't I? )
Speaking from the Crib gave this award to everyone in her nursery. I will wear it proudly!
and it goes to Supah. I know, I know, I give her waaaay too much bloggy love but I have to say her heart is bigger than a friggin hippo! Just when I think she is faking her compassion, she does something else to blow my peanut brain.
This one goes out to every single one of you on the blog roll. If I follow you then it is yours. If I don't, then slap me up side the noggin with a comment and I will check out your goodies.
There done....PHEW! Now you all know why I can't keep up on y'alls blogs every day!
Speaking from the Crib gave this award to everyone in her nursery. I will wear it proudly!
This one goes to Amber at Amber's Life. She was amazing during my time of need. I was struggling with the DVD and trying to convince Mac to cooperate and she stood by her computer in between football games, ready to help!
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The next one is from Lee and Headaches, Hormones and Hotflashes. She cracks me the flarkity flark up!
I bestow this upon Melissa at Mommy is in the Bathroom because frankly, she took on a child predator and she is two steps away from cutting off his testicles with a butter knife.
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The Motherload bestowed this award upon my bloghouse!
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Diary of a mad bathroom gave me this award ages ago...(sorry bout that)...She is one clever whippersnapper!
This one goes to Laurie at Laurieville population1. This woman sews stuff and makes cakes and all kinds of feminine crap like that. She is one of my bloggy BFF's.
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K...so this is where it gets interesting. I have an award that I downloaded and got from somewhere and I can't figure out who the hell gave it to me. Now I know some of you would have just left it out as to avoid insulting the person (who I know is a totally awesome friend and very loyal reader....smooches and hugs to you, whoever you are)...but I decided to throw it out there for the hell of it. If you were the one to bestow it upon my humble blog, then speak up and I will do a whole post abut you and how much I love you and I will prove to everyone that we are bloggy lovers.ummmkay?
This one goes out to every single one of you on the blog roll. If I follow you then it is yours. If I don't, then slap me up side the noggin with a comment and I will check out your goodies.
There done....PHEW! Now you all know why I can't keep up on y'alls blogs every day!
I Caught Santa! Come see and help Jaden!
1. You take a pic of your tree or your fireplace... etc.
2. You upload that photo to the icaughtsanta.com site.
3. you choose a santa image.. and easily MERGE the two to make a photo that looks AS IF YOU CAUGHT SANTA.
4. You pay.
5. You print it out or save it and go to your local store to print it.
They have PARTNERED WITH Supah : to RAISE MONEY FOR JADEN.
Anyone who orders a picture via this link. 50 % of the sales go to the Jaden Duttine Fund! How awesome is that!!?
She needs help spreading the word.
1. She needs you to send out an email link to ANYONE you think that might enjoy this tradition. Here's the email link to send out. It has Jaden's Picture on it!
Tell them about icaughtsanta.com
then give them this link
http://www.catchacharacter.com/go/jaden/
IF they use that link: JADEN WIN$$$$$$$
They also offer ALL CHARACTERS throughout the holidays. Easter Bunny, Tooth Fairy, Cupid etc...It's just fun little tradition. Especially for those on the brink of not believing. YOUR GIFT CARD can be used year round.
Use this link in order for the money to go to Jaden! My house isn't decorated yet so I just bought an Ecard and I will use it when I'm ready. Booger will pee his pants when he sees it!
Stick it to Supah Tuesday...I am mentally drained
Here is my attempt to regain some of my mojo. I am feeling a bit out of sorts after the past few days of financial crotch kickers. Please stay with me, I am sure it will all come rushing back soon!
Go see Supah and join her fight for Jaden! This little squirt needs everyone to help him fight!
Go see Supah and join her fight for Jaden! This little squirt needs everyone to help him fight!
While you're there join Stickie note Tuesdays, it's easy and fun!
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