tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169795172024-03-07T10:16:38.639-08:00"Nutmeg Hotline...How may I help you?"Tell me your problems...it makes me feel better about myself.cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comBlogger224125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-21850757814495553882009-06-16T12:35:00.000-07:002009-06-16T12:36:47.550-07:00Oprah sinks to all time low in my book...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTQkihEyHCEGVDY8KG4Phx70_yA3amgj8sM4JgaRegsimq-D5FMQeoStNEU-3abPKD2digyn6sftQC68tiaE7NUbwHq_ax0agKh2jrYzjzVEnyWeP_sCmcCWqTi4AGa_TfIvP/s1600-h/misc+095.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348005530528362290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUTQkihEyHCEGVDY8KG4Phx70_yA3amgj8sM4JgaRegsimq-D5FMQeoStNEU-3abPKD2digyn6sftQC68tiaE7NUbwHq_ax0agKh2jrYzjzVEnyWeP_sCmcCWqTi4AGa_TfIvP/s320/misc+095.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div> </div><div>um Oprah? Are you serious?</div><div>FORESKIN?? What is WRONG with people??</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiff0Pnjl93Bl7sWLZRcPQIqrVYQKXFG4fUqi4_YdQZPJp8TzKhbGsRUvLzAWQDxd-1V_5UQOxyi_KkPdZlnDenY7kZ5IktG0Aarv4l-W1EGGG7s6a3KBcZybrawEbkmfnpopw0/s1600-h/misc+153.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348005525388437154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiff0Pnjl93Bl7sWLZRcPQIqrVYQKXFG4fUqi4_YdQZPJp8TzKhbGsRUvLzAWQDxd-1V_5UQOxyi_KkPdZlnDenY7kZ5IktG0Aarv4l-W1EGGG7s6a3KBcZybrawEbkmfnpopw0/s320/misc+153.jpg" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SjfurnUDNEI/AAAAAAAABEE/ByA200B8AJ0/s1600-h/vw%2420ice%2420age.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348005515580617794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SjfurnUDNEI/AAAAAAAABEE/ByA200B8AJ0/s320/vw%2420ice%2420age.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-47789617174587417772009-03-10T09:30:00.001-07:002009-03-10T09:31:22.315-07:00Um, ya, did you get that memo?You may have found it easier to get to my blog today. I did indeed take the invite only off in the hopes that certain douches have moved on and will no longer effect my PH levels. My next plan of action will be death threats. After that, I will take <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://lifelessid.blogspot.com/">DG</a> up on her offer of "taking care" of it for me.<br /><br />So, now that things are feeling a little back to normal, lets get on with the madness shall we?<br /><br />Here is something that people who work in an office where co-workers use their mug simply must get. It's a got to have item and a fail safe way to be sure you never get hepatitis.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbaSvVmcIMI/AAAAAAAABDE/S4zsnBcjZv0/s1600-h/safety-cup-lcok-300x271.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbaSvVmcIMI/AAAAAAAABDE/S4zsnBcjZv0/s400/safety-cup-lcok-300x271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311594152479957186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It will, however, pretty much guarantee you to have unexplained penis breath from the inevitable rim jobs.<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(I love how in the ad it says "This cup has a whole in it which prevents <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">MOST</span> people from using it.)</span>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-53869409151748188272009-03-09T10:30:00.004-07:002009-03-09T10:38:15.131-07:00YAAAWN... stretch....scratchI think you pretty much get the picture.<br />Why have I had such a hard time blogging?<br />I think it's because in real life I suck.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS7i2qrjI/AAAAAAAABC8/JWj26QNx9WM/s1600-h/bored1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS7i2qrjI/AAAAAAAABC8/JWj26QNx9WM/s320/bored1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242518475222578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS7VYKHbI/AAAAAAAABC0/-9Uy_vMW8bw/s1600-h/with-speech-bubble.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS7VYKHbI/AAAAAAAABC0/-9Uy_vMW8bw/s320/with-speech-bubble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242514857598386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS6x8hG2I/AAAAAAAABCs/m7oGdG_jao8/s1600-h/Baby_Im_Bored.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS6x8hG2I/AAAAAAAABCs/m7oGdG_jao8/s320/Baby_Im_Bored.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242505346423650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3_LMQU4X9hoHFkCRndx-x5-YqfdSzqbm_pr96mEzj4zBZTg31iibYPopRMC3aAkG1f3zJQ42b3z7Q_f9fo09_XvFrrmVHv_3cWZzWDpYujGsMeHfpxuWo053Ybuv_ju3ODu1/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 83px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz3_LMQU4X9hoHFkCRndx-x5-YqfdSzqbm_pr96mEzj4zBZTg31iibYPopRMC3aAkG1f3zJQ42b3z7Q_f9fo09_XvFrrmVHv_3cWZzWDpYujGsMeHfpxuWo053Ybuv_ju3ODu1/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242493872419794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS5DuZnkI/AAAAAAAABCc/YU5qZxEhwyQ/s1600-h/bored2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SbVS5DuZnkI/AAAAAAAABCc/YU5qZxEhwyQ/s320/bored2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311242475759312450" border="0" /></a>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-80319342587654881232009-02-13T23:25:00.003-08:002009-02-13T23:30:35.667-08:00HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAYIf you happen to find yourself with no one to spend Valentine's Day with, I have the perfect suggestion for you.<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />Oh, you'd like to hear it?<br /><br />Well of course you do my lovely.<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />Hey! I heard that. What? You think I stopped reading minds? (And that's ridiculous, by the way. I would<span style="font-style: italic;"> never</span> suggest something like that.)<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />Ok. Here's a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2b1D5w82yU"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >clue</span></a> <= click there<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />Awe come on. That was funny.<br />It's <span style="font-size:130%;">always</span> funny.<br />Seriously love that.<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />So, I was saying, if you find yourself with no one to spend Valentine's Day with, maybe you should give Rick Astley a call. I'm betting he's single. And probably on Lava Life.<br /><br /><br />No, being single isn't the <span style="font-style: italic;">only</span> thing that makes him Valentine-able.<br />I can see you're not convinced.<br />Let me explain it to you through this esthetically pleasing pie chart.<br />I'm sure once you read it, you too will see the overwhelming evidence that he is in fact saturated in Valentine-able-awesomeness.<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SZZw97MhTYI/AAAAAAAABCM/apMxb3l-swA/s1600-h/n531054459_2109376_1076.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SZZw97MhTYI/AAAAAAAABCM/apMxb3l-swA/s400/n531054459_2109376_1076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302549820439874946" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Valentine's Day!cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-3465023180313401272009-02-09T00:03:00.003-08:002009-02-13T18:21:09.961-08:00THREE SEA SHELLS<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">SON OF A BIC!!</span></span></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*Not my hand...mine is manlier*</span></span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SZB8QV0XBMI/AAAAAAAABBI/J3ek8MdQ_bw/s1600-h/DSC00484.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SZB8QV0XBMI/AAAAAAAABBI/J3ek8MdQ_bw/s320/DSC00484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873381591581890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I had to take a second look when I first saw this sign. Why? you may ask?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mQeAL7T4bmN0kulFGky2sMKkGzJL2TwcX5OPl5x3daV8CbgI_JRos7rDWMRxM-ghDUXxAhaNzJLRdv1h25c8rNlR2O_SjPzf_OHDd4H_cKwIRKfLzMVRd8GQX2Z84Cx65kFD/s1600-h/DISCLAIMER.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5mQeAL7T4bmN0kulFGky2sMKkGzJL2TwcX5OPl5x3daV8CbgI_JRos7rDWMRxM-ghDUXxAhaNzJLRdv1h25c8rNlR2O_SjPzf_OHDd4H_cKwIRKfLzMVRd8GQX2Z84Cx65kFD/s320/DISCLAIMER.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873375797278402" border="0" /></a><br />Because it was sitting on this gigantic, yet well priced mudbutt wipe.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCysPuWo8YNe9bGT8CLhHA4_Pp7ZXuZSocL1k4fuE6o96wvy4uTCUtVUahZYEMz9KUeFxTONA_pwWE9nbHENJn6EreDLl1rWnGqOBE46BW4vWObFF1aq-_gHRi-FXokO1GPJ/s1600-h/DSC00509.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCysPuWo8YNe9bGT8CLhHA4_Pp7ZXuZSocL1k4fuE6o96wvy4uTCUtVUahZYEMz9KUeFxTONA_pwWE9nbHENJn6EreDLl1rWnGqOBE46BW4vWObFF1aq-_gHRi-FXokO1GPJ/s320/DSC00509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300873376286535154" border="0" /></a><br />I'm sure I'm not the only one who was relieved that the human race is actually not THIS far gone.cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-90847913654066924842009-01-24T13:15:00.000-08:002009-01-24T13:16:05.138-08:00Some stuff I've seen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuE64D-PMI/AAAAAAAABAM/VF_gVr2gfFY/s1600-h/01022009123.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuE64D-PMI/AAAAAAAABAM/VF_gVr2gfFY/s320/01022009123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294971933920476354" border="0" /></a><br /><span><span>Hello there my lovelies. I hope you are all well and ready to look at some stuff I've seen.<br />On with the show, before I walk away from this post and chalk it up to one more thing I never finish...</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_4t2jnhE5EZPbQSgotvrGwlBieBVtXJhWxC9sze24IaiVGJ_rzd-0b_R8yQk9NN8Bw3dSmkBs9xc9YkHqv13Lo8BGE-pnU5xSl1Hfr42-mHUYoyG7_QDRKzXZwOqRetIaIMK/s1600-h/DSC00218.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz_4t2jnhE5EZPbQSgotvrGwlBieBVtXJhWxC9sze24IaiVGJ_rzd-0b_R8yQk9NN8Bw3dSmkBs9xc9YkHqv13Lo8BGE-pnU5xSl1Hfr42-mHUYoyG7_QDRKzXZwOqRetIaIMK/s320/DSC00218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294968423879528642" border="0" /></a><span><span>I'm </span></span><span><span>not sure if it would work as well as the classic voodoo doll, but I bet it has it's own therapeutic properties.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuBCyhSBvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mwGuust88mk/s1600-h/IMG_7702.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuBCyhSBvI/AAAAAAAAA_0/mwGuust88mk/s320/IMG_7702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294967671825237746" border="0" /></a><span><span>I've seen </span></span><span><span>some weird license plates in my life, but this was one of the weirdest!<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoJvkZA2nEm0V8tOvTKPS0c7LjvMVXSTjz3jzC9_CtT7z5sjN2lfGGTxVP_2boGwQu5QrupmnnMZ2U8XfqSZJaHefJrrFFA8kwduqiBFcSqCbMAoHE6U8tiOMi6jPEmxpNJQ8/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkoJvkZA2nEm0V8tOvTKPS0c7LjvMVXSTjz3jzC9_CtT7z5sjN2lfGGTxVP_2boGwQu5QrupmnnMZ2U8XfqSZJaHefJrrFFA8kwduqiBFcSqCbMAoHE6U8tiOMi6jPEmxpNJQ8/s320/DSC00539.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294966780539043922" border="0" /></a><span><span>NO</span></span><span><span>BODY is as Antonio Banderas as Antonio Banderas... (said in the best Antonio Banderas voice imaginable... Believe it or not, I get to say that sentence at least 8 or 9 times a year)</span></span><span><span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt_ytMboqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/lfORCkcoa4k/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt_ytMboqI/AAAAAAAAA_k/lfORCkcoa4k/s320/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294966296006075042" border="0" /></a><span><span>An ad i</span></span><span><span>n the yellow pages that was clever<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt-HeZx-SI/AAAAAAAAA_c/n1jSyxjozoU/s1600-h/DSC00570.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt-HeZx-SI/AAAAAAAAA_c/n1jSyxjozoU/s320/DSC00570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294964453789530402" border="0" /></a><span><span>Thi</span></span><span><span>s guy renewed my love for hating complete strangers.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7hGD5Ww_EZeSP8D4RU6VPDWqxPacOon_kj6USXa1CuqxHpGP2uOgPW6Rm-968KsQjYWYgdmQwcpK76pmhlaEgCY4cGye0khzXDMFaPOCJXVSK1jTGyjMotMI_nUu8jOxfQnf/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD7hGD5Ww_EZeSP8D4RU6VPDWqxPacOon_kj6USXa1CuqxHpGP2uOgPW6Rm-968KsQjYWYgdmQwcpK76pmhlaEgCY4cGye0khzXDMFaPOCJXVSK1jTGyjMotMI_nUu8jOxfQnf/s320/DSC00540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294963803303496258" border="0" /></a><span><span>I gues</span></span><span><span>s cows are real spa whores. Something I never knew.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh773xkWMVxv04gdqAxc5um3Jw96faHMlClUG7P8GJQ0aYpeXUY9R1BA3QCs8VColhbXyKYi80T3feStzb3j-_17Bpw7BrNSPwE0CgwkxqDRcZoLCRMg5G_YoFMYz2oueIU_XcR/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh773xkWMVxv04gdqAxc5um3Jw96faHMlClUG7P8GJQ0aYpeXUY9R1BA3QCs8VColhbXyKYi80T3feStzb3j-_17Bpw7BrNSPwE0CgwkxqDRcZoLCRMg5G_YoFMYz2oueIU_XcR/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294962483487238610" border="0" /></a><span><span>Wh</span></span><span><span>at was wrong with white??<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v7H3N7sD9gw0q2V9nprhyibsPV7djlh7wWdElkgsfy5hBSeCX4r8DTVgSAckYXN88VOE_Te1vMU_ZAKOO4wiUYs799ZtFP2dQ66G2-K4GLANeJciAdnCfR3sgakhCK68zeBU/s1600-h/IMG_7530.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8v7H3N7sD9gw0q2V9nprhyibsPV7djlh7wWdElkgsfy5hBSeCX4r8DTVgSAckYXN88VOE_Te1vMU_ZAKOO4wiUYs799ZtFP2dQ66G2-K4GLANeJciAdnCfR3sgakhCK68zeBU/s320/IMG_7530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294962233941434162" border="0" /></a><span><span>hah</span></span><span><span>aha<br /></span></span><span><span>Don't get any ideas Quincy.<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuC_SdsLjI/AAAAAAAABAE/z5QPqc7rP9g/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXuC_SdsLjI/AAAAAAAABAE/z5QPqc7rP9g/s320/DSC00483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294969810703887922" border="0" /></a><span><span>I think this is an excellent example of how awesome Canadians are. ROAR!! ;)<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt7uATyDcI/AAAAAAAAA-8/FfbQCHpcBrA/s1600-h/DSC00403.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SXt7uATyDcI/AAAAAAAAA-8/FfbQCHpcBrA/s320/DSC00403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294961817191321026" border="0" /></a><span><span>If I were a boy, I would shove that 5 million dollar ring down her throat...<br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigawd-LQSCCpdQX-0q-bTtzXkg17gOxg9Rpy-T7zjv2P2Q75Ig5Wy7x5siiSq7kgWFXljkiZpg4hUw0MZrG3iwM5CYAOaH4rU5HDjaGM5omKP_4l03UhuIr8xtQIeEYYSWLOGP/s1600-h/DSC00673.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigawd-LQSCCpdQX-0q-bTtzXkg17gOxg9Rpy-T7zjv2P2Q75Ig5Wy7x5siiSq7kgWFXljkiZpg4hUw0MZrG3iwM5CYAOaH4rU5HDjaGM5omKP_4l03UhuIr8xtQIeEYYSWLOGP/s320/DSC00673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294960414265357042" border="0" /></a><span><span>They lost their day planner on the 24th AND the 25th?? I dare someone to prank call them...<br />So, there you have it... Some stuff I've seen. Was it worth spending 2 minutes here wasting your precious time reading? Probably not. But it was sure worth procrastinating housework for me to post it! :)</span></span>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-36135960745766215202009-01-04T09:54:00.000-08:002009-01-04T09:54:30.461-08:00the ultimate morning CD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17QJC7mI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HnH0nW35yzk/s1600-h/wakeup01.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17QJC7mI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/HnH0nW35yzk/s400/wakeup01.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287496360826957410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17GXzDfI/AAAAAAAAA8I/2By9FBRci20/s1600-h/wakepup04.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 91px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17GXzDfI/AAAAAAAAA8I/2By9FBRci20/s400/wakepup04.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287496358204476914" border="0" /></a>I hope you all had a wonderful holiday my Lovelies and thanks for stopping by!<br />I got a CD player/radio for the shower. Now all I need is some song suggestions that would make a great compilation disc to wake up to.<br />Let's hear your suggestions of what song you would pick to go on this ultimate morning CD<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1jgCkGs8UWu57j1qprX6npthLGvcnlexppASgcYRjaQlSipOpKvfhyV268DYFiCgTj0V1wk6UhuOZn7S475GzNDc2kWKyaz747KH1OTpaK2V4BCKew9JvlRoOQs3M1Tp35cd/s1600-h/wakeup03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD1jgCkGs8UWu57j1qprX6npthLGvcnlexppASgcYRjaQlSipOpKvfhyV268DYFiCgTj0V1wk6UhuOZn7S475GzNDc2kWKyaz747KH1OTpaK2V4BCKew9JvlRoOQs3M1Tp35cd/s400/wakeup03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287496372935286946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17nOYvNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nKTAbPIGudg/s1600-h/wakeup02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD17nOYvNI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nKTAbPIGudg/s400/wakeup02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287496367023373522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD18B-1e6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/5LL5MaehavM/s1600-h/wakeup04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SWD18B-1e6I/AAAAAAAAA8o/5LL5MaehavM/s400/wakeup04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287496374205905826" border="0" /></a>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-61502702008272918042008-12-21T12:45:00.001-08:002008-12-21T12:49:17.455-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6okG0WZ8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/dKusjZz5OPY/s1600-h/IMG_7688_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282344751211112386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6okG0WZ8I/AAAAAAAAA8A/dKusjZz5OPY/s400/IMG_7688_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a>So the other day, I'm opening a piece of mail from <a href="http://lifelessid.blogspot.com/"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">DG</span></span></strong></a> and I'm taken immediately back to elementary school days because there is a scratch and sniff sticker on the back flap! Completely awesome right? Man I loved scratch and sniff stickers... Anyway, I pull the assumed Christmas card out of its envelope and was blown away. It wasn't a Christmas card at all. It was a "just because you're completely awesome" kind of card!! What a moment that is when you realize someone has gone out of their way and made an extra effort to let you know that they enjoy your friendship. <div><div><div><div></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DG</span>, thank you. I know I have sort of milked your prize of random text messages from me from a contest I had ages ago, but I know you don't mind and have come to love them. Even when they are in the middle of the night, not once have you ever complained about either timing or content.</div><div></div><div>I thought I would take a moment to show you all the card because it is just so appropriate...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6ojasSAsI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fz5Ubo7Yh5E/s1600-h/IMG_7691.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282344739366109890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6ojasSAsI/AAAAAAAAA7w/fz5Ubo7Yh5E/s400/IMG_7691.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6oi8Cv_vI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4m5i16zze3A/s1600-h/IMG_7690.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282344731138850546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6oi8Cv_vI/AAAAAAAAA7o/4m5i16zze3A/s400/IMG_7690.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6ojmpXAFI/AAAAAAAAA74/4JGGN3C-K6Y/s1600-h/IMG_7692.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282344742575079506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SU6ojmpXAFI/AAAAAAAAA74/4JGGN3C-K6Y/s400/IMG_7692.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Thank you to Mr. and Mrs. Duck for the Christmas card too! Your kids are too cute for words and the Christmas letter is always such a great way to find out how people spent their year. Even if it makes you painfully aware how little you travel and in fact downright boring your life is... ;)</div><div></div><div>I want to wish you all, my lovelies, a safe and happy holiday. Be good and don't forget to stop in and say hi. </div><div> </div><div>PS. Quincy, I know you are reading this, so I just wanted to remind you that you still owe me $50 from the bet you lost and that your poker face could use a little work.</div></div></div></div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-56385141805017297172008-12-11T00:27:00.001-08:002008-12-11T12:38:44.586-08:00A mediocre attempt at trying to get back into blogging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFofloFhuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/bBBXnWbvE0g/s1600-h/IMG_7531.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFofloFhuI/AAAAAAAAA7g/bBBXnWbvE0g/s400/IMG_7531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278615130140411618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFofXNb9XI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/UdWtY5iacFY/s1600-h/IMG_7565.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFofXNb9XI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/UdWtY5iacFY/s400/IMG_7565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278615126270539122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoe8EiNUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ivTqoRHs_Wc/s1600-h/DSC00333.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoe8EiNUI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/ivTqoRHs_Wc/s400/DSC00333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278615118985442626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoeqv_siI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qv0f_q7Za38/s1600-h/cher_edited.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoeqv_siI/AAAAAAAAA7I/qv0f_q7Za38/s400/cher_edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278615114335892002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoegz2HJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/eZiId428wcY/s1600-h/DSC00487.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SUFoegz2HJI/AAAAAAAAA7A/eZiId428wcY/s400/DSC00487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278615111667686546" border="0" /></a>I don't know what's going on with this post, but I don't have time to fiddle with the layout. So here's this post in a nutshell.<br />1-My hair is pink at the front. Not red. Why do people think it's red? I dunno. I'm bored of it anyway and out of pink dye, so I guess I'll use the purple dye that I have and go back to grey. I mean brown. My mum will be very pleased.<br />2-I love candy. But candy you can spell stuff with? Seriously awesome. A couple years ago I sent LB Seahag and her cats their names spelled out in candy in a gift box. In return, she sent me really cool stuff that made my gift box seem completely lame. I miss Mel. Her blog was a true inspiration. She put the fun in funny. <a href="http://nutmeghotline.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">To see what she got me click here.</span></a> (Man was my kid a chubbo. Holy crap.)<br />3-Yesterday I wore a pair of socks that apparently misunderstand their purpose. The purpose of socks, I have been led to believe, is to actually STAY on your whole foot not slip down your heel and bunch up by your toes like the toes are the most important part of the foot. So now my toes are all full of themselves and not working as a unit... as part of a team, and I'm even inclined to say down right belligerent. This morning, one little piggy was all "Hey, where's the yoga toes you promised us?" So I was all "Hey little piggy, check yourself. I didn't promise you jack. In fact, you better watch your attitude. I'm pretty sure I can make it through life with less toes than I have." I thought tough love was the answer. Be firm, you know? Make sure they understand they aren't the boss of the foot. That all parts of the foot are important. Well, let me tell you, no one was more shocked than me when my toes actually flipped me the bird and pitter-pattered to the market without me. SO right now, I'm waiting for them to get back and I am full on stubbing them. Cocky little bastards.cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-23718338433136412162008-12-09T11:16:00.000-08:002008-12-09T11:16:16.258-08:00I'm so punk.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEK6vqQN7Y5pFAvRhyphenhyphenUHo9pHMStFvXUNoE6HEdc5CIWRczWPnGZMxTOn9_NfEZ3zpR-g04uCDsEwHE8udjuNshjVxf_nTl7z4tFH89o1yAACeu4n522-fJmPt767jma-47GQh/s1600-h/09062008240.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEK6vqQN7Y5pFAvRhyphenhyphenUHo9pHMStFvXUNoE6HEdc5CIWRczWPnGZMxTOn9_NfEZ3zpR-g04uCDsEwHE8udjuNshjVxf_nTl7z4tFH89o1yAACeu4n522-fJmPt767jma-47GQh/s400/09062008240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277867937804610338" border="0" /></a><br />The things I'll do to annoy my mother... haha....<br />How cool is this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yin</span> yang <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">VW</span> sculpture?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/ST7AGbFEPNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IU2vLPqSKmM/s1600-h/vw_yinyang.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/ST7AGbFEPNI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IU2vLPqSKmM/s400/vw_yinyang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277867029905554642" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bewareofthedoghouse.com/videoPage.aspx">This was a funny commercial</a><br />I don't know how long its been around for, but it made me smile. Unlike most women, I'd actually prefer the vacuum to the necklace.<br />But the guy who gave the exercise equipment was awesome!<br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Have a good day my lovelies<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br />"And then one day you find ten years have got behind you<br />No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun"</span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-31641751800018866932008-12-08T11:48:00.001-08:002008-12-08T11:55:46.209-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOBs6owjz52ygbeEi5_LeDTgGlRIybd6cp0chUxON7EGIwuJwFyMx9kAdvILsAoBh3DWrA2TZdNgiQVit5CKIH4uYGK8XOw33W6h96lq9BttosO_qDTOXWVMqIVQhdcnY6hOD/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqOBs6owjz52ygbeEi5_LeDTgGlRIybd6cp0chUxON7EGIwuJwFyMx9kAdvILsAoBh3DWrA2TZdNgiQVit5CKIH4uYGK8XOw33W6h96lq9BttosO_qDTOXWVMqIVQhdcnY6hOD/s400/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510236758615506" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCuDSaxI0q8nfwIwyPqPzIo2-ej4VEFb4qq3gLuhux-hTIhWlfhOm6NVXuij8FZEeGhdRZENSjcxbYRMigjKz78y7ZVkM68A0VEj4cMjHFIWrHU9ovGoplt4g-ztok4JEgoLz/s1600-h/DSC00511.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSCuDSaxI0q8nfwIwyPqPzIo2-ej4VEFb4qq3gLuhux-hTIhWlfhOm6NVXuij8FZEeGhdRZENSjcxbYRMigjKz78y7ZVkM68A0VEj4cMjHFIWrHU9ovGoplt4g-ztok4JEgoLz/s400/DSC00511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277510234736387586" border="0" /></a>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-20529794773594500112008-11-28T09:58:00.000-08:002008-11-28T09:59:05.080-08:00wrong number<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/STAwjF_uWZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/t53P_gi2tg0/s1600-h/banana+phone1.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/STAwjF_uWZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/t53P_gi2tg0/s400/banana+phone1.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768543113861522" border="0" /></a>My phone rang this morning and I answered it, however, the call woke me up so I was groggy to say the least. The call went a little something like this...<br />me-"Hello?" (original hey?)<br />person-"Don't you answer your emails?"<br />me-"Oh, um... yes? But I'm not up yet. Why?"<br />person-"Well are we still on for coffee?"<br />me-"Of course. What time were you thinking?"<br />person-"About 10."<br />me-"OK, right on, see you soon."<br /><br />As I start to shake off the urge to fall back asleep, it dawns on me what just happened. Who on earth was that? Must be my friend Dave McKinnon who's on the Island for a few days. He had stopped by last night to say hello, maybe we made plans that I forgot about? So I call Dave. Nope, not him. And as intrigued by the thought of coffee with me, he is indeed working and very busy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdfolkeNzK7Bc3rdHwrh-ylTV4Jf3p5_5jx4QdP9Ako9YUJPEVBM_MLe8ia1e26suGRaLRw2iT1tTyoNYmzmyI65G5XWZ-A4oztPBykjvFGSuqI0kq7ZktrCsIbyI-ZH_ZL7c/s1600-h/banana+phone2.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDdfolkeNzK7Bc3rdHwrh-ylTV4Jf3p5_5jx4QdP9Ako9YUJPEVBM_MLe8ia1e26suGRaLRw2iT1tTyoNYmzmyI65G5XWZ-A4oztPBykjvFGSuqI0kq7ZktrCsIbyI-ZH_ZL7c/s400/banana+phone2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768537914071522" border="0" /></a><br />Check my email, nope. Nothing from anyone about coffee at 10. (Now I'm bummed because why doesn't anyone want to make a coffee plan with me for real?)<br />So, my next thought was OH! It must be my friend Leah's boyfriend Bobby who is doing his practicum at a school down the street from me. And as luck would have it, just as I'm looking into my coffee colander and realize that I don't have enough coffee to make a whole pot, Bobby pulls up in my driveway. Another confusing conversation... but it was just coincidence. It wasn't him that called.<br />So, then it dawns on me. Call the person back. Duh. So I do. The voice mail said it was some apartment building downtown. So now I'm freaking out. I definitely don't have enough coffee for a whole apartment building. Parking shouldn't be a problem, I'd even venture out to say it's ample. But they all better take it black, and only want a sip or two.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2r6F1gHTa39qip14mEIGwxorQng55llPr4F05Zb-Ip7WjqxjOrEBb0NbI-HutwlJnib5eVztI_UDOF0-FbMUXUtBKpJOg7CwXmWFNaWEtJ39f9I0sKqDGIg1Q47Tjlw8MnOG/s1600-h/bananaphone3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji2r6F1gHTa39qip14mEIGwxorQng55llPr4F05Zb-Ip7WjqxjOrEBb0NbI-HutwlJnib5eVztI_UDOF0-FbMUXUtBKpJOg7CwXmWFNaWEtJ39f9I0sKqDGIg1Q47Tjlw8MnOG/s400/bananaphone3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273768535731661650" border="0" /></a>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-84962798703728618242008-11-24T09:42:00.001-08:002008-11-24T09:43:00.893-08:00thanks to Bobby L. for the laptop.... I'm back!!<div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrbvvStqCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/x1F31kpHV_g/s1600-h/DSC00199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272267926985877538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrbvvStqCI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/x1F31kpHV_g/s400/DSC00199.JPG" border="0" /></a> First and foremost, I'm alive and very well.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div>My computer bit the dust for good, but a laptop was given to me, so walla.... I'm back!!</div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly, and I really hope this is the only time I have to say anything, but the little pissing contests that are going on here are one step away from being stopped for good. Seriously. I'm really irritated. Just go away. No one puts Mr.Shife in a corner. Oh no, wait, that's Baby, but still, PLEASE just go away. It's pissing me off and so effing stupid. So just stop. Like right now. That includes visiting or commenting here <em>and</em> emailing me. Even FW'd emails. I'm done. I actually thought I made that clear awhile ago. But I guess not.</div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">ANYHOOZLE...</span>On to cool things I've seen that I felt compelled to take a photo of.</div><div>Up first? That's right folks... Yoga toes. I'm not sure what to say about them. Part of me wants to try them, part of me wants to find the think tank behind the idea and crack their skulls together. But if I tried them, I'd want to try them in public. Like at a mall or something. Malls really piss my feet off, so I wonder if they'd be less inclinded to trip people if I wore them there. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73vnBnf3ErHmhpCac60ILytlZUjZVPiFj-4rwYJw_VWhvO72X9_801mE8FXO3gQ4maMuBKEUd3odaLr1y4KB8g1kooZPfvH-nG5iiJccxDhF04a5UFaMBI5eUt74AhMuMbumi/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272267923606648738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh73vnBnf3ErHmhpCac60ILytlZUjZVPiFj-4rwYJw_VWhvO72X9_801mE8FXO3gQ4maMuBKEUd3odaLr1y4KB8g1kooZPfvH-nG5iiJccxDhF04a5UFaMBI5eUt74AhMuMbumi/s400/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG17fQzfLScHViFMCQSFkZXAF36vR_JqmBRH4KWiWrI0CBHszCdoLIAnLi3251K22k36p20dNoRXpuZA44-CFGVHMKU_kMcC_b0DKRPK8nSBSos9G4ak3ovcEQIaq6-whCJ-C/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272267931486017490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKG17fQzfLScHViFMCQSFkZXAF36vR_JqmBRH4KWiWrI0CBHszCdoLIAnLi3251K22k36p20dNoRXpuZA44-CFGVHMKU_kMcC_b0DKRPK8nSBSos9G4ak3ovcEQIaq6-whCJ-C/s400/DSC00408.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhVAROYXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cIeg4sr36Gg/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272274064756334962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhVAROYXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/cIeg4sr36Gg/s400/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /></a>Seriously. Who would bother?</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>It's coming up to that time of year where there are serious blood shortages. Go make someones life and donate a pint. Besides, it's the free way to find out your blood type, which I have been a bit obssessed over lately, but that will be for another post.</div></div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhWWx_epI/AAAAAAAAA54/UslSJy2cUto/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272274087979219602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhWWx_epI/AAAAAAAAA54/UslSJy2cUto/s400/DSC00320.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhWOQriwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_POVoU9RlyU/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272274085692017410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SSrhWOQriwI/AAAAAAAAA5w/_POVoU9RlyU/s400/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /></a>You may have been one of the fortunate few who have already seen this bumper sticker because I text messeaged it out when I originally saw it, but if you didn't, it's worth the chuckle, so I'm posting it anyway.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>So, with the passing of my computer, I also lost blog addresses i had in a favorites folder. If you would like me to once again grace the pages of your blog, leave a comment so I can get to you. </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-49542348798230611912008-09-16T09:51:00.000-07:002008-09-16T09:53:52.457-07:00At the request of my fake baby's daddy, TA DA!! A shiny new post...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpFSl0aI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Valc9QT-Fxc/s1600-h/seamonkeys.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660186820956578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpFSl0aI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Valc9QT-Fxc/s400/seamonkeys.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>ha. sea monkeys. I had those. Remember them? From the back of comics back in 'the day'?<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpTqed9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/fxpb7ZhDgTY/s1600-h/seamonkeys3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660190679234514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpTqed9I/AAAAAAAAAnA/fxpb7ZhDgTY/s400/seamonkeys3.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was cleaning out their jar one day, and my dad pulled the plug out on the sink and I was absolutely devistated. He told me they would be happier in our septic than in a jar, and I believed him and grieved less than I would have. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpRL_bFI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3Osprfxa4mY/s1600-h/seamonkeys2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660190014499922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpRL_bFI/AAAAAAAAAm4/3Osprfxa4mY/s400/seamonkeys2.jpg" border="0" /></a>What an important role dad's play. Especially in the lives of their sad daughter mourning the loss of brine shrimp that she was convinced did indeed dance to music when she played it for them.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpq4jF2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/VSs2eM4JgjI/s1600-h/seamonkeys4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246660196912273250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SM_hpq4jF2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/VSs2eM4JgjI/s400/seamonkeys4.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div>He also told me when he dies he wanted to be burried on a golf course with his head above ground so he could still watch golf. As a 7 year old, I pictured visiting my dad on a golf course, not really dead, but very much alive and talking to his head above ground. Wow. Haven't thought about that in YEARS.</div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-64752025794397555692008-09-09T08:29:00.003-07:002008-09-09T08:45:05.802-07:00Photojojo Newsletters make my mornings.<span style="color:#cc0000;"> If you don't already subscribe to this newsletter, I suggest you do before I kill you. Oops! Did I say Kill you? No, no... not kill you, more like just be reconfirmed in the knowledge that you are all a bunch of retards.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">So here is an email I wrote them (Them being <strong><a href="http://photojojo.com/">Photojojo!</a></strong> ).</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">cher sherwood wrote: </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">OK, you guys crack me up.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I mean really crack me up.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I think I am falling in love with your newsletter. I keep thinking about it and checking my email for a new one... hoping... will it have emailed me? I feel like a school girl. So, I've been thinking about possibly asking it out on a date. Do you think it would say yes? Where would we go? What would we do? When is it too soon to introduce it to my friends and family? I thought about putting a link to it on my blog but I'm kinda nervous because what if that's like hooking it up with a speed dating deal and someone else scoops it up right out from my clutches? Or what if it just says no? </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I guess I should back up a little and just find out if your newsletter is single.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I hope this brought a chuckle to your day there at the office like you do here to me at home :) Keep up the great work guys </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Cher</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Their response....</span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Our newsletter is blushing and shuffling its feet and looking at the ground a lot, 'cause it likes you too. We asked. Well, actually, we got our friend to ask 'cause we were too shy, so she passed it a note, and it likes you. So, you know, there's a dance in the auditorium on Friday, so maybe it'll see you there. And stuff. You know, if you don't already have a date. Or whatever. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Kelly </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">p.s. your email totally made my day! </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">So here's the link to this</span><span style="color:#000099;"> </span><a href="http://photojojo.com/"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#000099;">super awesome newsletter</span> </span></strong></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">that is filled with tons of photo ideas. I recommend dropping them a line and letting them know you enjoy it. But whatever you do, don't cramp my style alright? If you could appear ugly even or fat in your email, it would increase my chances of a real date. </span>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-58386254347729801122008-09-01T14:19:00.002-07:002008-09-01T14:26:07.454-07:00WAHOO!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTw4Eu96y_ThO2-qQ6tEGdABhW1JqV_0gdROgG7DFVZoj8CtY3YljkZg6kwcDyvwfmzpzLGrfrr1B7p0Zw8QlL4WTeC8x_w-cWBDtQE2m8i8pdtGVyyWRgfnEQo8ugRh2PIqZ/s1600-h/IMG_6493.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241166998194227538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTw4Eu96y_ThO2-qQ6tEGdABhW1JqV_0gdROgG7DFVZoj8CtY3YljkZg6kwcDyvwfmzpzLGrfrr1B7p0Zw8QlL4WTeC8x_w-cWBDtQE2m8i8pdtGVyyWRgfnEQo8ugRh2PIqZ/s400/IMG_6493.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">I DID IT!!! I REALLY DID IT!!!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">And man...what a RUSH!</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">I surprised myself at my lack of panic and my clear-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">headedness</span> as I talked myself into climbing out of the plane and actually letting my hands go. The 5 second free fall while my shoot released was intense to say the least! For those few seconds, I felt panic start to rise, but when the shoot released, it was over and down I floated! </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">It was absolutely incredible. I can't wait to go again!</span></strong></div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-14404810759069180202008-08-27T20:01:00.002-07:002008-08-27T20:05:36.949-07:00crazy meets boredom and insanity kicks in.<div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Friday, I will take a sky diving course.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Saturday, I am jumping out of a plane.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">If you don't see a post here for awhile, it's probably because I'm dead.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu4TfILPYZ_0Dd_cXJmR1tNo13UYF1DMI0pQ4DhfIhpA8bkk-sdtp3dcIGxtGRNiCf8tbbBrfbJlfOgy3HbV0vdgT-uZ32ZP81LymsmcS_-Bvia93Xz2ubLVVG47-zBRwZVQ8/s1600-h/me1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239399144721438402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu4TfILPYZ_0Dd_cXJmR1tNo13UYF1DMI0pQ4DhfIhpA8bkk-sdtp3dcIGxtGRNiCf8tbbBrfbJlfOgy3HbV0vdgT-uZ32ZP81LymsmcS_-Bvia93Xz2ubLVVG47-zBRwZVQ8/s400/me1.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></strong></div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-3711305673520909382008-08-08T15:18:00.002-07:002009-02-08T12:30:17.795-08:00simplify<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSm4T95e7QLV8B4YtnQrB6uWPrtqvfpQlRiYYRC6c4nF-TFuQBk_Fcue2q1IK6fUf6e3foSRhuLyguIh1iycMfzCBJIKB9QK31uVG1kDnP6NaSmz_kLYiGPFxBctk49MxsZs33/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232254743035918418" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSm4T95e7QLV8B4YtnQrB6uWPrtqvfpQlRiYYRC6c4nF-TFuQBk_Fcue2q1IK6fUf6e3foSRhuLyguIh1iycMfzCBJIKB9QK31uVG1kDnP6NaSmz_kLYiGPFxBctk49MxsZs33/s400/DSC00555.JPG" border="0" /></a> Well hello there my lovelies. I hope you are all well. I wanted to start out with a personal message to my fake babies daddy. Matt, my thoughts are often filled with wanting to take your hurt away. I know i can't do that. Just remember that your mother's spirit is always here. She is just a thought away. I can only imagine how proud she is of the man you are.<br /><br /><br />So what's new with me you may be wondering. Well, since my last post, Rob and I celebrated our 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> wedding anniversary. I turned<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQJl_Unlt75sbHxxxFlmaaQr7lzFoByidZWr4HZ3AK0c7s63c4uDk6uHHPNLVyGF1QlcpJzAIDFdhuiSVEGm6WRNbpiNXyvmZI7KYV2aRp3zcxIOTIz7iGi85P-xhzsOHtC9j/s1600-h/DSC00400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253948847616738" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYQJl_Unlt75sbHxxxFlmaaQr7lzFoByidZWr4HZ3AK0c7s63c4uDk6uHHPNLVyGF1QlcpJzAIDFdhuiSVEGm6WRNbpiNXyvmZI7KYV2aRp3zcxIOTIz7iGi85P-xhzsOHtC9j/s400/DSC00400.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />and had a wonderful birthday weekend.<br /><br />OK, so on with the show.<br />if you are new to my blog you should know there is nothing important going on here ever.<br /><br />like this.<br />i don't do the hot sauce thing. i really prefer my food plain, but if i was a hot sauce user, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">i'd</span> be afraid of these products i think. however, on an advertising level, they are amusing.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz9s7eAAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oTXQ0zy9vos/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232254739711655938" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz9s7eAAI/AAAAAAAAAlo/oTXQ0zy9vos/s400/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz9lh5viI/AAAAAAAAAlw/mywKmodIQoI/s1600-h/DSC00498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232254737725373986" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz9lh5viI/AAAAAAAAAlw/mywKmodIQoI/s400/DSC00498.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPz6vcuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sJy5fGwJi04/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253951313670882" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPz6vcuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sJy5fGwJi04/s400/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPz6vcuI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sJy5fGwJi04/s1600-h/DSC00496.JPG"></a></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><br />big nut hey?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPvwjl_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/6pUZgtKnWWU/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253950197209074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPvwjl_I/AAAAAAAAAlI/6pUZgtKnWWU/s400/DSC00407.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPwFPc4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/TAwN3Td-890/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253950283969410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzPwFPc4I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/TAwN3Td-890/s400/DSC00440.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />i didn't buy this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">childrens'</span> book, but i did enjoy looking at the pictures. pretty heavy for a kid, but if <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">walt</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">disney</span> can take it upon himself to teach our children about death and loss, so can anyone.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzP54oveI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AEVcDLEUI7Y/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232253952915455458" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyzP54oveI/AAAAAAAAAlY/AEVcDLEUI7Y/s400/DSC00441.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />is that blood squirting out of that dolls neck?<br /><br />that is AWESOME!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yquqfOKBmiJYXOhmuaK1h16PE-1Q1ASi2PNzs1sp-8rJy9bSHg7FBEYeEgn1BTlUhfighWV7ICqon_a6yc_W0B8LIOw_hMDAWCYjcDS0jU4xW0j3UhggzOtUmOFl6HRtZr_E/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232254739933602482" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yquqfOKBmiJYXOhmuaK1h16PE-1Q1ASi2PNzs1sp-8rJy9bSHg7FBEYeEgn1BTlUhfighWV7ICqon_a6yc_W0B8LIOw_hMDAWCYjcDS0jU4xW0j3UhggzOtUmOFl6HRtZr_E/s400/DSC00536.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I am sick and tired of my life. it is retarded. my house is retarded. the stuff in it is retarded. i have no connection to it and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">i'm</span> going to sell it all and try a different approach on life. before i know it, 35<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz99A0I4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/jnHYcHdwwHI/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232254744029045634" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJyz99A0I4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/jnHYcHdwwHI/s400/DSC00552.JPG" border="0" /></a> more years will have passed and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">i'll</span> be sitting around still grumbling about how sick i am of this consumeristic society we have created and how i don't want any part of it...still.<br /><br />so what now?<br />SIMPLIFY. (that is the sign on the back of our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">campervan</span>) If i don't start honouring my spirit and living the kind of simple life i want i will surely drive myself insane. I want something else out of life than bigger and better and more...feeling like my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">possessions</span> own me instead of the other way around.<br /><br /><br />So, I'm done.<br />But I'm also motivated.<br />No one is going to show up at my doorstep and say, "hey Cher, I thought it was time I started going through all your crap and simplify your life for you." its not going to happen.<br />so my plan...<br />start looking at where we realistically want to live<br />go through every corner of this house and put stuff in keep/give away/sell/throw out piles.<br />sell our house and all our crap<br />buy some property<br />travel around in a van when we feel like it<br />live simply<br />love much<br />be happy and in touch with the people i <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">charish</span> and feel a strong connection to.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJzApdWgtAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JLlz3MbN6yE/s1600-h/upto+dec14+07012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232268685583889410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJzApdWgtAI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/JLlz3MbN6yE/s400/upto+dec14+07012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />gonzo is still alive and kicking if anyone wonders<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>so i guess <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">i'll</span> wrap things up for now. thanks everyone for your emails and comments letting me know you think about me and miss me. it is nice to be missed.</p><p>oh, i almost forgot the weirdest update about me of all.</p><p>like a month ago i went to bed and everything was normal. when i woke up, i was completely confused as to how i woke up having </p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>.</p><p>Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Seus's</span> feet.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232268685509103538" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SJzApdErj7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/CUAagbVrNgk/s400/DSC00119.JPG" border="0" /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>weird hey?</p>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-39556284379734695932008-05-27T15:30:00.002-07:002008-05-30T15:46:16.758-07:0040 weeks of fake pregnancy glow is coming to its unend.Yesterday I went to Costco. When I left, I went to my car, opened the passenger side door and got in with my yogurt and hotdogs on my lap... and then honestly sat there for a good, solid, 4 seconds before it dawned on me that I was alone and driving.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDxqVkaK-kI/AAAAAAAAAiw/bUnLzWgZYrI/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"> </a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MuAhwOFSKNqE4eEih-yf7pfq_ghT5hdo1b86SH3XU20fxgEZIngCV7QDPMqIewlbpORHWdkI8o3EXMtj8lXat6ewN2O6s0BLXyfUWAS7JZmZLIg5TI9TCmBL5eEed1bRphQe/s1600-h/baby_computer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205152201001597522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MuAhwOFSKNqE4eEih-yf7pfq_ghT5hdo1b86SH3XU20fxgEZIngCV7QDPMqIewlbpORHWdkI8o3EXMtj8lXat6ewN2O6s0BLXyfUWAS7JZmZLIg5TI9TCmBL5eEed1bRphQe/s400/baby_computer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> So tomorrow is our fake scheduled c-section for <a href="http://matthewshifley.blogspot.com/">Mr.Shife's</a> and my fake, bastard, virtual love child that doesn't exist... If you have no idea what I'm talking about, shame on you. Keep up. Things move fast around here people... <a href="http://nutmeghotline.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-virtual-fake-bastard-love-child.html"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">click here</span></strong> </a>and it should catch you up to speed. I'm really excited, and kinda nervous. What kind of fake mother will I be? Will Mr.Shife step up to the virtual plate? Will he continue to deny this fake baby it's fictional birthright? But more importantly, the main question that isn't keeping me up at night is will it even be human?<br />Over the last 40 weeks, as this pretend fetus hasn't grown in my womb, I've seen several different possibilities of what sort of fake child we could not be bringing into this virtual world. The great part for you, my lovelies, is that I've managed to capture some of this fake baby's fake development on film (ok, Inner Voices, settle down. These are digital). So, here are a few photos I've managed to take in between fake morning sickness and virtual bastard baby brain. I know you all will be with us in the fake delivery room giving us your fake support while nothing really happens.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_pkaK-nI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f54Y0rcHncs/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206231152620927602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_pkaK-nI/AAAAAAAAAjI/f54Y0rcHncs/s400/DSC00091.JPG" border="0" /></a> You probably remember the first two shots.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_pEaK-mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cuDp3gNeWFs/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206231144030992994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_pEaK-mI/AAAAAAAAAjA/cuDp3gNeWFs/s400/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68qA8ld5CB8kFJpX9Fte9wd4KXPRybV21fbL-JTvSHa1fUVIJeHQ_SgSjkVfybNal9Tj4gbpOW_ZHEylRnGVTj1rWXYCw-e-p31lx4pyheVrw7rK7W-7SaNmztxmznWxVg2ub/s1600-h/DSC00095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206231152620927618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68qA8ld5CB8kFJpX9Fte9wd4KXPRybV21fbL-JTvSHa1fUVIJeHQ_SgSjkVfybNal9Tj4gbpOW_ZHEylRnGVTj1rWXYCw-e-p31lx4pyheVrw7rK7W-7SaNmztxmznWxVg2ub/s400/DSC00095.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A baby giraffe? Could we be so lucky Mr.Shife?<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_p0aK-pI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lJ02j75BqFU/s1600-h/DSC00100.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206231156915894930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_p0aK-pI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lJ02j75BqFU/s400/DSC00100.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wasn't surprised to see our fake baby morph itself into a mouse.<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_p0aK-qI/AAAAAAAAAjg/C0BjExGpIfk/s1600-h/DSC00103.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206231156915894946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEA_p0aK-qI/AAAAAAAAAjg/C0BjExGpIfk/s400/DSC00103.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I was surprised, mind you, to see that this fake baby has already been to Mardi Gras.<br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBbZUaK-vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JEVj_36RLhM/s1600-h/IMG_7264.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261659773631218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBbZUaK-vI/AAAAAAAAAkI/JEVj_36RLhM/s400/IMG_7264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The weight of this fictional fetus hasn't taken a tole on my back at all, which is weird. My back hurt a lot in the last trimester with Everett. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRak9lLl4J6wc04JJp3p2k6t7FPhZtVY8o0lAS4eg7DxOjRckBemAnv7iw-tPJAnA0MAi0_NIpir1JnAvyWLz7is4Wrp-dnUMgtPR5fZkXBcIzlGLH6SglXJB6vqNTrVs4KA61/s1600-h/IMG_7265.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264339833223938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRak9lLl4J6wc04JJp3p2k6t7FPhZtVY8o0lAS4eg7DxOjRckBemAnv7iw-tPJAnA0MAi0_NIpir1JnAvyWLz7is4Wrp-dnUMgtPR5fZkXBcIzlGLH6SglXJB6vqNTrVs4KA61/s400/IMG_7265.JPG" border="0" /></a> 40 weeks later... yet, it feels like only moments ago that I could still see my feet.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBeYUaK-1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/0EvjfXrdURk/s1600-h/IMG_7283.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264941128645458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBeYUaK-1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/0EvjfXrdURk/s400/IMG_7283.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />If I didn't get a picture of it, I'd have a hard time believing that there is a chance that this fake baby may be a 2litre.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBd2EaK-xI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bChvCWMFj20/s1600-h/IMG_7271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264352718125842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBd2EaK-xI/AAAAAAAAAkY/bChvCWMFj20/s400/IMG_7271.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now this was scary. Mr.Shife probably doesn't remember how worried I was that our fake, bastard, love child was actually trying to abort itself.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJHZ-ygbvAajYlX_M6lPk80f-ukAI6oWriP6eGxva_XPD1bUeUqMu3hyphenhyphenwEh9V6EcePCeo4nRIxQq0F-I5XtiNCmkxKfGBc8F-5dZCHe5tw2y25BiJ-uViBVFAegcyP7qHyf4v/s1600-h/IMG_7272.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264357013093154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJHZ-ygbvAajYlX_M6lPk80f-ukAI6oWriP6eGxva_XPD1bUeUqMu3hyphenhyphenwEh9V6EcePCeo4nRIxQq0F-I5XtiNCmkxKfGBc8F-5dZCHe5tw2y25BiJ-uViBVFAegcyP7qHyf4v/s400/IMG_7272.JPG" border="0" /></a>I didn't need a real Dr to tell me that delivering scissors breach, even fake ones, would have me screaming for drugs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mr.Shife is non-responsive <span style="font-size:85%;">(<em>He's so consistent. I fake love it. I always never know where he stands on anything</em>)</span> on his opinion on fake natural childbirth, but I'll tell you this; if this fake spawn ends up being a pineapple in real life, I'm totally taking the drugs. And after, I'll eat it if the munchies set in. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264374192962370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh93UHFxVSEhdOjj2NZpj3N8slvybcjSRGWUjiWkIiXOxIysiFc3Q1EzsYZd0YnUPIZwiS7J-1K6lmNchmDjVelb5uiQHD91zV1HS_aKZeq-EH8yaBCBjoAkOSCDM35BQDhrTYZ/s400/IMG_7276.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBd2kaK-zI/AAAAAAAAAko/OQ9Dcv1oD4U/s1600-h/IMG_7274.JPG"></a> </p><p>You can never have enough brushes kicking around. So a brush would be cool. Plus, you can just chuck it in a drawer when you need a break from fake loving it.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBd2kaK-zI/AAAAAAAAAko/OQ9Dcv1oD4U/s1600-h/IMG_7274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206264361308060466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBd2kaK-zI/AAAAAAAAAko/OQ9Dcv1oD4U/s400/IMG_7274.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBbW0aK-rI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZcWzzV6JlVE/s1600-h/IMG_7255.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261616823958194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SEBbW0aK-rI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ZcWzzV6JlVE/s400/IMG_7255.JPG" border="0" /></a>Considering this made up offspring is half Canadian AND I am the female equivalent to <a href="http://www.classic-tv.com/shows/macgyver.asp"><span style="color:#000099;">MacGyver</span></a> I'm thinking a roll of duct tape is highly likely and completely practical.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHw8PoSgHhRq_JsKfMFn_hA0bOinmmyaHbyb3cirpJz13bPFluVxXWDu84yyaftNnKK_Y2kTXjX8p5ENmmLA6CGsoYn23YQ18ajNS9-7r9bx20Zbzg5FfnWv7hsPmyc9_N15hD/s1600-h/IMG_7262_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261638298794706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHw8PoSgHhRq_JsKfMFn_hA0bOinmmyaHbyb3cirpJz13bPFluVxXWDu84yyaftNnKK_Y2kTXjX8p5ENmmLA6CGsoYn23YQ18ajNS9-7r9bx20Zbzg5FfnWv7hsPmyc9_N15hD/s400/IMG_7262_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> I'm nervous at the possibility of delivering this wine glass. It's huge. And, well, it's GLASS.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHFw_g4XSuCeM9flFdF0UgPR2nlOYdHnPklUNdrj7ZsPOiiQP8gVtS0RNzn7LrK8NSUa7klZde5kCHaEcQkY8eDQwXdWus4KEKogL7eSQ8G7J_ywrcOnuHdCN8AD45AZzL_At/s1600-h/IMG_7263_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206261642593762018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKHFw_g4XSuCeM9flFdF0UgPR2nlOYdHnPklUNdrj7ZsPOiiQP8gVtS0RNzn7LrK8NSUa7klZde5kCHaEcQkY8eDQwXdWus4KEKogL7eSQ8G7J_ywrcOnuHdCN8AD45AZzL_At/s400/IMG_7263_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a> The unreal thought of giving birth to a crack baby is just wrong. Even I can't believe I went there. I'm sure Mr.Shife has less than nothing to say about this possibility. Sometimes saying less is more, you know? I think the saying goes "Silence makes the heart grow fonder" or something like that.<br /><br /><br />Oh, and on a side note, I think I need to rethink my belt. It looks like its seen better days. And, I suppose it has, considering I got it in grade 10. They don't call me Dr.MakeDo for nothing!<br /><br />Have a great weekend my lovelies!cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-38180408136997168052008-05-21T09:09:00.005-07:002008-05-21T09:47:50.451-07:00the price is wrongOK, at the request of <a href="http://whatdothevoicesmean.blogspot.com/">Inner Voices</a>, here is a new post to look at. See how much of a giver I am?<br />I don't normally cop out with the video post, but this is so funny, its worth the look.<br />Oh, and if you are at work or have to explain to some lookie loo why you are on a sexually explicit site, you may want to wait until you are alone. The video clip is safe ~ and funny, but the site itself, isn't maybe the best thing for your boss or say, your kids to see.<br />So click here... I call it <strong></strong><a href="http://www.evilchili.com/mediaview/17123/The_Biggest_Idiot_To_Ever_Play_Price_Is_Right"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">"The Price is Wrong"</span></strong></a> (as if I filmed it myself and deserve full credit...or any credit...)<br /><br />In other news, the bag below is definitely the coolest bag I have ever received a bundle of hand-me-down kids clothes in.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDRKap350vI/AAAAAAAAAio/EtayvFHED2U/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865291297149682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDRKap350vI/AAAAAAAAAio/EtayvFHED2U/s400/DSC00442.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rob has some days off and has the kids today..so YEA! A day to myself to do stuff around here that I don't want to do even a little bit. Sweet action.cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-65324923040115730312008-05-19T13:52:00.005-07:002008-05-19T14:02:21.317-07:00wiener wiener wiener wiener wiener wiener<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMZ350sI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vd7YHoVlJqE/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202195443902698178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMZ350sI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/vd7YHoVlJqE/s400/DSC00386.JPG" border="0" /></a> wiener.<br />wiener.<br />what a fun word to say.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wiener</span>.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMp350tI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Iyu6t6NIyLg/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202195448197665490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMp350tI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Iyu6t6NIyLg/s400/DSC00390.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I just want one so bad.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMp350uI/AAAAAAAAAig/1NIDfQMooUI/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202195448197665506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SDHpMp350uI/AAAAAAAAAig/1NIDfQMooUI/s400/DSC00435.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We took the kids to the play <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pinnocchio</span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sp</span>?) last weekend at a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">highschool</span>. It was the first play they've been to. Everett made it through half of it. During the intermission, I noticed this sign on the gym door. seriously? NO HATS? Why? What on earth for? I can understand food, drinks and ~for sure~ gum. But hats? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY</span>? And when will I stop wondering?cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-87787572480263532542008-05-14T12:20:00.013-07:002008-05-14T12:40:58.202-07:00I am full on annoying.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7770X1dPMfhB6vsLU0zbb_YWdVsT4j3WRN9VNoV61-0iQX-anDAqFD8tdyxp2rllstWcM33t3kcw0EdVjx6D9DQBBd73tu9pe8QwQ4nutHkFZLjJGfr1kXgvTZTtm-J2Vggl/s1600-h/jan24+08001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200317314833699490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7770X1dPMfhB6vsLU0zbb_YWdVsT4j3WRN9VNoV61-0iQX-anDAqFD8tdyxp2rllstWcM33t3kcw0EdVjx6D9DQBBd73tu9pe8QwQ4nutHkFZLjJGfr1kXgvTZTtm-J2Vggl/s400/jan24+08001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>Rob and I went to see Iron Man last night.<br />It was awesome to get out together, just the two of us. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>We had a great time.<br />We like to talk and laugh loud and really annoy people.<br />We're really good at it.<br />I like to wait until it's a really quite part to normally crack a can of something and shake my popcorn up.<br />I think people, as a species are predisposed to rubbernecking.<br />It's in our genes.<br />Yes, I see you. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>No, I don't care. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>I'm doing it on purpose. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>Every time you turn around, I am slightly more pleased with myself.<br /><br />It was a long movie, and I held my pee like a champ until I was convinced if I didn't go, I'd be peeing on my seat, or, at the very least, peeing a little with each step down the isle.<br /><br />Obviously, I knew this was going to be a really long pee, so I did what anyone would do ~ get out my cell phone and record it so I can text message some really lucky people. My plan was almost executed flawlessly until I stood up and my cell phone fell in the toilet. Man was I happy that happened. I love stuff like that. It was so awesome sticking my hand past my wrist in my pee to get it out and manically wipe pee water all over my pants and even my shirt to dry it off enough to get the back off to pull the battery out. Sweet action.<br /><br />Oh, and then Rob and I saw a man fall down the stairs outside.<br />And I do mean fall.<br />Totally bail.<br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>I felt slighted that I couldn't get it on video or even a picture of it for you.<br /><br /></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>After swinging by Erin's for a bit, we went home and I stared at our 3 Scirocco's and felt so happy.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"><strong>It was a great night.</strong></span>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-18411986429335553282008-05-08T11:40:00.001-07:002008-05-08T11:42:57.635-07:00I'll huff and I'll puff and kick your door in!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNEWUsbw1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/OLw75mtVang/s1600-h/DSC00495.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198073545218573138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNEWUsbw1I/AAAAAAAAAhY/OLw75mtVang/s400/DSC00495.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~I've kicked two doors open this month. How bad assed is that?<br /><br />~I keep forgetting I have a meeting until my doorbell rings. Entirely too many people have seen me in my pajamas. I love pretending that I knew they were coming and that my plan was to just be in my pajamas.<br /><br /><br /><p>~Gluten TIDBITS? Seriously?<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNEX0sbw3I/AAAAAAAAAho/M9skG_2ddfU/s1600-h/upto+dec19+07019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198073570988376946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNEX0sbw3I/AAAAAAAAAho/M9skG_2ddfU/s400/upto+dec19+07019.JPG" border="0" /></a> eweeee<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~I watched American Gangster. It took me a couple days because I am the Queen of distractions. My favorite thing in the whole movie was seeing the VW Squareback that Russell Crow was driving. It was so cool to hear how it sounds too. Man I have to get back to my project car.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNIl0sbw5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Yl6RX0qAi4c/s1600-h/spinning+VW+symbol.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198078209553056658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SCNIl0sbw5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/Yl6RX0qAi4c/s400/spinning+VW+symbol.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~Facebook has been a fun time killer. It's been neat checking out photos of people I'd lost contact with. I have also really enjoyed giving Carl the last word. Man he's needy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198073575283344258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzm6NLTqrCXwwA60dnGbSAmsRa6iU4s4p_LHJxfKhY58GNBS4jVw1PxgiMtjaP-3ZfFJrvvMv0HgE3SKL6Rr7rr6D_BYXM33GsGCanksvMWYN6zX96THzaXPv_x5nMFyKjuZ8l/s400/DSC00445.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~My new favorite expressioncherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-12093944986673053392008-05-02T12:00:00.003-07:002008-05-02T13:06:17.299-07:00ramble much?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SBtwoVB0FJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FHr4O7c9dXw/s1600-h/IMG_7130_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195870433243829394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SBtwoVB0FJI/AAAAAAAAAgo/FHr4O7c9dXw/s400/IMG_7130_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>~~I am my own worst constant distraction.</strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SBtwo1B0FKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-Ubvx5c3A_4/s1600-h/upto+dec19+07021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195870441833764002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/SBtwo1B0FKI/AAAAAAAAAgw/-Ubvx5c3A_4/s400/upto+dec19+07021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>~~um, anyone else wonder if the other yams are jealous?</strong><br /><strong>~~Why is it exactly that Madonna only has 4 minutes to save the world?</strong><br /><strong>~~I started working out again. Now if I can only lay off the bread for a while, I just might see some results... other than more energy to eat more bread.</strong><br /><strong>~~The only thing you can control in life is your reaction.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1XzlRf-ySg9re_AyLN7PnXRecpYfdiSHzwtKcQmDHs6np107ZSKMhk1G_QoKeRFKMiQbw05xHbg6hXVgRcTV_3APRUxh5_MiyF6K1Z-G_IFv2wb8tZgmUlqxKFjQABYn7ag1/s1600-h/upto+dec19+07007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195870441833764018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG1XzlRf-ySg9re_AyLN7PnXRecpYfdiSHzwtKcQmDHs6np107ZSKMhk1G_QoKeRFKMiQbw05xHbg6hXVgRcTV_3APRUxh5_MiyF6K1Z-G_IFv2wb8tZgmUlqxKFjQABYn7ag1/s400/upto+dec19+07007.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong>~~I have a really bad habit of starting things and not finishing them. This includes a sketchbook full of unfinished drawings. Here is a great example of one of my many unfinished drawings. This is <a href="http://californiakay.blogspot.com/">Kay</a>, who I miss dearly, but seem to suck at my end of the friendship. </strong><br /><strong>~~My friend Tanya left a message on my answering machine ages ago that I still think about. It went something like this... "Hi, I just thought you should know that I think Gilbert Grapes' mother is actually eating Gilbert Grape. click."</strong><br /><strong>~~I am not down with Posh Spices popularity.</strong><br /><strong>~~I really enjoyed Jon Bon Jovi in the movie 'The Brave One'. He looked a bit like Jodi Foster though. It was confusing.</strong>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16979517.post-60003215098446657092008-04-10T11:00:00.004-07:002008-04-12T14:07:43.277-07:00RSD has met its match. And it's going to lose.HERE I AM! Again, thanks you guys for caring enough to wonder how I've been.<br /><div></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_42HdfY_KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kT69OIhiTwI/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187643322580663458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_42HdfY_KI/AAAAAAAAAgA/kT69OIhiTwI/s400/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /></a>ok, so what have I been up to? </div><div>Besides the obvious "KIDS" reality of busy, I've been giving most of my attention to my friend Erin. My friend Erin is a very sick lady who has had the worst hand dealt to her than anyone I have met to date. What's wrong with her? <a href="http://www.neurologychannel.com/rsd/index.shtml">She has a condition called RSD. It is also referred to as CRPS</a> (<-that was a link...click on it to open)</div><div>It's a debilitating condition to have. </div><div>Everyday, Erin blows my mind. She gets up. She gets dressed. She endures more pain than one person should ever experience in a lifetime... everyday... every minute of everyday. Pain is measured on a pain scale called the VAS scale which is out of 50. So, for example, someone who is dying of cancer, experiences pain somewhere around a 27-28/50. People with RSD experience pain levels of around 42-43/50! So, ya, try and wrap your brain around that for a second. It's just nuts. Her support system is very, very small. The lack of education in Dr's worldwide is ridiculous, and as you can imagine, getting support from your Dr is almost unheard of. RSD effects 1 in 60. That is nuts to me, considering everyone I've talked to about it has never heard of it either... including Dr's! What does this tell me? RSD needs awareness desperately. </div><div>There is a Dr, however,<a href="http://www.rsdfoundation.org/en/ABCNewsDr.Schmartman1.html"> <strong>(Dr.Schwartzman)</strong> </a>(<- click that link!! and then after you read that page, scroll to the bottom and click on the <a href="http://www.rsdfoundation.org/en/CNN_RSD.htm">next link for the CNN report</a>) who has created a treatment that is being practiced in Mexico and Germany. It is a coma treatment. A Ketamine Coma, to be exact. I don't know a lot about the drug itself (yet!), other than when someone with out of control RSD goes under a 5-7 day self induced coma, they are having amazing results. These people, desperate for some kind of quality of life, can get back to something like 60% less pain, which to someone living with so much pain, 60% less pain is a life saver. Literally. What is the main cause of death with people with RSD you ask? Suicide. So, um, ya. </div><div>Needless to say, I've been doing a lot of research and praying. Both of which seem to be working. The chain of events that have been unfolding in the last several weeks is mind boggling, at a very real level. When prayer is answered, it tends to make itself very clear. So the good news for Erin right now is we actually got her a date to see Dr. Robert Schwartzman on October 19/2009! Her appointment will be with him in Philadelphia. So... yea! ROAD TRIP! The cost of the coma is around $20,000 US... so needless to say, I will be getting a fundraiser of some sort together VERY very soon. It will cost less than $500 to actually go see this Dr. for the initial appointment, plus airfare, etc.</div><div>Erin has endured the gripping clutches of RSD for 9 years and is the strongest person I have ever met in my life. The way this woman copes with the amount of pain she is in would shut you up forever about your daily aches and pains or some old football knee injury. Like I said, she amazes me. Completely wows me. I wish I had one tenth of her strength. This is a woman who was a triathlete- a gardener/landscaper- a home care worker- a body builder- a writer- key word? WAS. Still though, years later, she has not even fully accepted being sick and refuses to give in to pain. She keeps going. She fights it with every ounce of her being.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SK9fY_OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oFo-8ro9Wr4/s1600-h/IMG_5762.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187674169035783394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SK9fY_OI/AAAAAAAAAgg/oFo-8ro9Wr4/s400/IMG_5762.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>It is interesting to sit back and realize why someone has been brought into your life. You may be thinking that Erin has been brought into my life so she could get a support system in place, learn about some new and promising treatments, hook her up with a few appointments, fill some small need that would help her days be a little less challenging, or even just to be the person who LISTENS to her. Who has UNDERSTANDING and wants to help...NEEDS to help, but I will disagree with you. <em>Erin has been brought into <strong>my</strong> life because <strong>I</strong> desperately need <strong>her</strong>.</em> From the moment she entered my life, she has been one of the reasons I've made it through MY days. She is MY rock and I love her completely and unconditionally.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SKdfY_MI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Mos1_524zKU/s1600-h/IMG_5412.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187674160445848770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SKdfY_MI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/Mos1_524zKU/s400/IMG_5412.JPG" border="0" /></a> She is wise beyond her years. I don't want to take the focus off of her and put it onto me by listing off the hundreds of things she brings to my life. She is thoughtful and caring and loving and as I'm sure you could guess, as funny as me. The belly laughs that this woman evokes out of me is always just what I need at the right moment. Not to mention the joy she brings to my children's lives. </div><br /><div></div><div>So, my friends, please...<strong> please</strong> don't disregard this post as something you feel bad about but can't do anything about. Because there is. I will be figuring out this whole fundraising thing. I've never had to even think about raising money before. I'm not really sure where to start. So, I guess I can call this post my start. If any of you out there have any fundraising experience, please contact me with suggestions or ideas or advice on anything you think might make this whole process smooth and effective. </div><br /><div></div><div>Pain is her reality. It doesn't have to be this way. </div><br /><div></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SKtfY_NI/AAAAAAAAAgY/azPq9jD1Eio/s1600-h/IMG_5415_edited.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187674164740816082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HFcVtvzImsA/R_5SKtfY_NI/AAAAAAAAAgY/azPq9jD1Eio/s400/IMG_5415_edited.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I love this photo of her.</div><div>She is so beautiful.</div><div></div><div>Her smile lights up a room.</div><div>Her friendship lights up my life.</div><div></div><div>She smiles through her pain.</div><div>She keeps smiling inspite of it.</div><div></div><div>I am so honored to be her friend.</div><div></div><div></div><div>Erin, I love you Sweetgirl. </div><div>Thank you for chosing me as your friend.</div>cherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13901320369144188245noreply@blogger.com