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Computer Aid

First Time

Picture To People

New Dilemma

Make Money Online

Doing Business

My Library

How To Melt My Heart

Ask me in all seriousness in your cute little 4 year old voice if toys are healthy for us.

As in, Mom is salad (toys) healthy for us?

Yes, yes they are.

They Got My Camera

What happens when my 4 year old and 6 year old get ahold of my camera:

AHHH!!!

The Shorts

The Camera Strap

The Closet Floor

The Toy Lemon

The Room (from the top of the headboard)...

And Now The Culprit:

The Hand

The Nose

The Lips

The Teeth

The Tongue

Now you know more about my son than you ever wanted to know. I found these while getting some pics of some good friends off my memory card and because they were so unexpected I giggled. A lot.

Wordless Wednesday ~ In The Jungle

Another one taken at the zoo with my 4 year old. I LOVE this one!

Debt Collectors:

Please don't think I won't report your ass if you call me before 8 a.m. I so will. 

(Especially if it's for a debt I never knew I had....that happens to be about 11 years old).

Music Monday - Proud To Be An American

I am very proud to be an American. I cry when I hear this song, but I love it dearly.

On another note, did anyone watch the shows on 9/11 last night? I was able to see bits an pieces, but it it still so painful for me to watch. I didn't have any family members who were directly involved in the situation, and it still is so hard to see. I can can barely watch it.

This goes out to all of our soldiers, our soldiers family's, and the victims in connection with any terrorist happening.

Sometimes I Feel

like cancer, making everything I touch bad and ugly.

What Bothers Me

The mixing of the gallons of milk.

Ya know, when you're filling up your glass and there just isn't enough left in the jug, so you have to pour from a new one to fill up your glass? 

I can not stand the mixing of virgin milk with non-virgin milk.

Irrational?

Probably. I can't help it.

How To Provoke Me

Let your dog shit on my grass.

MY dogs don't even get to shit on my grass.

Wordless Wednesday ~ At The Zoo

How To Provoke Me

Allow me to use your site to promote my blog for 4 fucking days...all the while advertising your shit on MY blog.....

Then tell me my blog has been removed for "Inappropriate Content."

You know who you are! (Adgitize)!!

Does Your Child Partake In Any Sport?

Good for them. I hope they do wonderful, excel, and in the end just have a whole shitload of fun. 

Because really, that's what it's about, right? Fun?

I always thought so. 

I was in bowling from 4th grade on up. I had a pretty good average, but had a lot of off days. I still bowl. My average isn't as good as it used to be, and I have even more off days. But bowling is still fun. 22 years later, I still think bowling is the best thing since sliced bread.

If your kid has an off day...Leave them the fuck alone!! Or try encouraging them. Or give them a hug. Or a thumbs up. A smile? Anything but yelling and demeaning them.

My 10 year old son just competed in his 1st State Bowling Tournament. This was his first year bowling, in fact.

He got up there and threw a lot of gutter balls. He threw a lot of 1 and 2 pin counts. And I thought he did awesome! Why?

Because his sportsmanship was terrific. Absolutely amazing.

There were more than a few kids who were bowling with or near my children who were supposedly the worlds best youth bowlers. Or that's what you would have thought by the way their parents acted. 

Hit your mark! Move over! Did you move over a board to get that spare? I thought so. Move over! You're ball isn't going fast enough! You need to throw harder! Is this just a game to you? We can go home right now if you're just going to play around. (REALLY? Cause that's what I thought it was).

It is just a motherfucking game. The same as anything else.

You could see these kids deflate when they didn't get a good count. Every time they went up to throw that ball. I just wanted to cry for them. (I did, just a little).

These kids were feeling so dejected they couldn't even partake in any joy when they did throw a strike or a spare. They would slink off the lane, their faces in a scowl, awaiting the next comment about what they could have done to make that strike better. 

My whole point is, what these parents were doing to their kids was not helping them. They did 6 games yesterday, one right after the other. These kids got progressively worse and worse. (And yelled at more and more). The kids who had the parents behind them who were clapping for a gutter ball got better and better.

Please parents. SUPPORT your child. Give the praise and hugs and high fives and claps and whatever else. Maybe even some constructive criticism.

But don't beat them up for doing poorly. It will only make them do more poorly and in the end, just feel bad about themselves.

Now for some bragging. My son went in with a 51 average and bowled both sets of 3 games with a 63 average. Totally fucking awesome, right?  (I didn't sit down and figure any of this out until last night after he went to bed. And it didn't really matter, but the OCD part of me just had to figure it out).

Music Monday ~ Bittersweet Symphony ~ The Verve

Okay. You gotta love this song. First, it was on the ending of Cruel Intentions. I swear that was one of the best endings to a movie in the history of movies. I don't know what's second or third. I just love this song.

Jesus! Jesus!

My 4 year old had a field trip to the zoo with her pre-school class today. I was only embarrassed to be a mom once or twice.

The first was when she climbed up on a rock with 3 other kids from her class. 

One of the moms went to take a picture. I think one of the other moms said, "Say cheese!!"

My daughter started yelling:

Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!

Everyone laughed their asses off. (except me. I was scared she would add something after the jesus).

Another mom:(I think jokingly?) What kind of a mom are you?

What could I say? Nothing but, I am a bad mom. I'm not going to lie to you, I'm a bad mom. It is what it is."

And really all I could think was please don't say anything after the jesus, please don't say anything after the jesus, please don't say anything after the jesus.....Get off the jesus goddamn motherfucking rock. Please.

Yep. Here's my Maddy. On the rock. Not sure what she's yelling at this point...

Wordless Wednesday

Another beautiful evening in Colorado. I could fall into them. Ahhhhhh.......

Music Monday

You'll never know what hit you when I get to you.

One of my old favs.

Does The Word

"hubby" bother anyone else? It makes my skin crawl. Not sure why.

How To Provoke Me

Call me 15 (motherfucking) times a day. If I wanted to talk to you, I would have answered the 1st time.

Wordless Wednesday

Starfish at Moody Gardens, Galveston, TX

On My Way

to being a productive member of society. I just made an appointment with an Admissions Counselor for tomorrow. And it's for the University here. University! To be a Regisered Nurse.

I know, you're saying, what's the big deal? I guess it wouldn't be, but I haven't worked (or done much of anything else) for 3 or 4 years due to depression, anxiety, PTSD, ADD and bi-polar. I think that's all of them. So there, that's out in the open. God, it feels good to get that off my chest.

Anyway, all I really wanted to do was to say

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I'VE GOT AN APPOINTMENT FOR ADMITTANCE IN A UNIVERSITY. Lord help them now, they have no idea what they're in for.

Getting Stronger With Some Motivation

My New Years Resolution is to run in a marathon this year. Well, most likely a half marathon, but more like a 5K. And it will probably be next year instead of this year. But there it is. That's what I'm working towards.

For the last 2 weeks I have been out running....errrr....walking as fast as I can with a little bit of jogging here and there. I do 2 miles every time I go out.

The 1st week I was so disappointed because I didn't feel like I was getting any stronger or any faster. I know it takes longer than that to see real results, but I don't like to wait for results.

This week (my 2nd week) I have been doing more slacking off. I haven't been out as much as I should have and a couple nights I did the Gazelle (oh horrible, horrible beast!) instead of getting out and doing the real thing.

Thankfully tonight one of my good friends (Loveeee you C!) motivated me. She wants to get back in shape as well. So she started running her 2 miles, as well. It didn't go as well as she had planned.

Her motivation went something like this:

"I really thought I could go faster than you because you're heavier than me."

No, she wasn't saying it to be mean, and I didn't take it that way. But really, being overweight hurts. So I got my ass out there and did it.

And I finally felt STRONGER!! I really did. I went out there and pushed myself. I actually made myself SUCK. WIND. Not just a little bit of huffy puffy, boy am I tired. I pushed myself. I pushed myself hard. 

Next time I will push myself even harder.

And all I have to say is THANK YOU C. I LOVE YOU TONS AND WISH I COULD SEE YOU SOON. KEEP YOUR CHIN UP. THINGS WILL ONLY GET BETTER FOR YOU AND YOUR BEAUTIFUL FAMILY.

Swine Flu

I woke up sick today. It's either 1 of 2 things:

1. Pig flu

or

2. The 12 brownies I ate last night.

Better Things To Do

Me: I have 14 followers now.

Him: Redonculous! They should have something better to do with their day.

Just Desserts

I promised myself that I wouldn't buy any more brownie mix (even if it was on sale).

I hurried up and used the 4 or 5 boxes we had, just to get rid of them.

I didn't buy more, really.

I just made some from scratch.

More Of Me

Me: My new blog post is about things I love. I put up a picture of ear plugs.

Him: Big huge eye roll and shaking of the head.

Me: Do you just think I'm so stupid and retarded or what?

Him: No, I just think you're funny.

Me: I have 12 followers.

Him: And there's more of you.

Things I Love. Really.

Ear Plugs. I buy them in bulk.