Thursday, June 30, 2005
Now, I payed a lot of money to have an animated likeness done of me (get your boots on people. It is getting deep in here).
For those of you wondering, tommorow's theme for Self-Portrait Friday is Tatoos (provided by.....dammit, I can't remember). If you do not have one.....you better be creative.
"867-5309...Jenny Don't Change Your Number"
*looks at the current world's population* You must have a lot of frustration then.
I am Famous!!!!
Oh, yes, as you can see I discovered blinkies. None of these are my own design (I am way too stupid to figure out how to do something so cool). Thanks to you folks who allow people to use your talents. And yes, I uploaded them to my own photo host. I did not steal anyone's bandwith.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Wednesday's Wonder Blog
Stop by and check her out.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Giving Conservatives a Bad Name?
Our First Time Fingerpainting
Emily really did not understand getting dirty at first. I guess she thinks food is the only thing you should smear around and make a mess with.
She did finally give in and really enjoyed herself.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sidewalk Chalk, Domestic Violence, and $100 buckaroos
So, Now I am home. Clint and the neighbors are filling me in on all the drama with the "children" (18-20 in the military) that live across the street. They play their music to loud, They speed, They have almost hit our kids , they have almost hit our cars, they have thrown up in my other neighbors yards, and they have yelled profanities as they are driving away. So they were pretty much doing the same old shit. We then heard a man and a woman fighting. It got violent, so we called the MPs. Clint and Amy ended up having to fill out statements and of course, she denied her husband touched her. NO, of course there wasn't any domestic violence. WHATEVER!!!!!!!
The next morning, this had appeared on our sidewalk.
You would think the crazies across the street did it, but you would be wrong. It was written by an eight (yes, 8) year old little girl. This is the same little girl I caught kicking her dog. Can you say ISSUES?
Oh what a weekend. Katie, Kimberly, and I managed to still have a great time. first, Bunny brought us some entertainment, then we went to Garden of the Gods, and lastly, we had lunch at Red Robin.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
What Did I Do To Deserve This?
You look like you are a saucy kitten. I am too. I am a silly bunny. Silly Bunny loves life!
Ruby Homepage 06.26.05 - 9:28 am
I was not exactly sure what the person meant. Then I clicked on their link. Please do not click on the following link unless you are ready to be very surprised. (Very Adult...Consider yourself warned)
(The Monkey is the link)
Now, what exactly did I do to deserve such a thing. I am not sure if I should be insulted or honored that Bunny felt me worthy of sharing something so uhm......."personal".
I am so sorry to inform the late comers that as of 5:20 PM Mountain Time, Bunny is no longer available. I am saddened by the fact that so many people will be missing out on such a historic moment in my life. I have tried to find a similar picture so those who did not see it would have an idea of what went on. I am sorry , but nothing will compare to My Bunny FooFoo.
The server is back up!!!!!!!
Friday, June 24, 2005
Self Portrait Friday
OH my....Humana..Humana...Humana...Go check all these summertime Gods and Goddesses:
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Are You Going to Play?
I am such a slave to Pop Culture. I am still an MTV watcher (yes at 31). I was watching a show this morning called Made. This young,college kid Tony wanted to be made into a ladies man. He was an extremely sweet kid, but there was no way he was going to become a ladies man.
I say embrace your nerdiness. Own it and Work it.
I got a button...I got a button.
GoldFalcon gave me a button.
I feel so special.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Wednesday's Wonder Blog
UPDATE TO BLOGROLL: I have again rotated some new blogs in and some old blogs out. You are NOT OUT you have just been moved to the desk top. I am trying to keep my blogroll managable. phew.....too many blogs I love to read. I will rotate again soon. Would you people quit writing blogs I like. It really would make my life so much easier.
I DO NOT Understand It!
1. Bermuda Shorts.
You see them in the Old Navy commercials. I think they are icky. I am a big fan of the Jessica/Daisy shorts.
SO is my husband.
2. Face piercing.
My friend tara has her nose pierced and I swear it looks like a booger or something. I like the belly, the ears, even the....nope, that's it.
3. Looking like you just rolled out of bed for award shows.
This picture takes me right to number 4.
4. Brittany Spears. IS she trying to look like an idiot? I know she couldn't stay a teeny bopper forever, but did she have to turn into a slutty, dumbass?
5. Women that are way to skinny.
It doesn't look good ladies. Not only does your head look huge (alien freak), but you also looks like you are a crack head whore. Let's get back to the day when women had some meet are their bones.
They were so much sexier.
Okay, I am supposed to tag five people. I have decided to tag:
Karen (because she just started her blog and this gives her a new post)
Amy (because she gets a little slack on posting)
Melissa (Clint's sister in-law, she just started her blog)
Warcrygirl (just because she entertains me)
Lorelie (because this may be easier than mowing the lawn)
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Heading into Slumberland
I was surfing blogexplosion and came across this woman's site. She was insightful and witty (I wish I had marked her site). In her list of 100 things about me, she spoke of being with her 3rd husband when he passed away. It reminded me of when my Mom passed away.
A quick (and I mean quick) history. My Mother and I had a very volatile relationship. We loved each other so much, but were both stubborn as mules (funny, I have become so passive since she died). Mom always had the last word or I got the last ass beating.
Anyways, Mom had breast cancer and did the holistic thing. DID NOT WORK. The cancer spread throughout her entire body. On September 15, 2002 (yes, while 7 months pregnant with the twins....No, she never saw any of my children) we got the call that the end was coming. My baby brother, his wife (whom my mother adored...such a smart girl Ashley is), Clint and I headed up to the hospice. I sat at Mom's bedside holding her hand and stroking her hair. I listened to her breathing slow and tried to continue to laugh and joke as I do through any difficult situation (usually in a completely inappropriate manner). Finally, the last breath. I began to quietly cry, when WHAT THE HELL DOES SHE DO? She takes one last breath. Of course, I would not expect any less from that beautiful, vivacious woman. I knew she would still have the last word. Everyone in that hospice thought I had lost my mind. I laughed so hard and so uncontrollably, I really think it was my way of crying.
I still to this day am so glad I was there. It was such an emotional experience. I was there when my mother, the woman who brought me here, left this world. What an honor to be there for the last "event" in her life.
Psst...Don't Tell MY Husband
And the second.....
Not necessarily in that order.
More From the Weekend
Here Amy and I are. I cannot remember if this is before or after she got drunk off her arse. Man, she is so funny when she gets drunk.
Monday, June 20, 2005
I BOUGHT A NEW PAIR OF SHORTS!!!! I yell this at the top of my lungs, because I am so excited. I never buy myself anything! I was down to three pairs of shorts and sadly, they are all khaki. I will take a picture tomorrow to show you my new purchases. I also got a pair of capris (the mommy uniform) and a few shorts. Part of me is so excited, because I never get anything new and was in desperate need for some clothes without holes. The other part of me is feeling so bad, because that is money that could have been spent on bills. I have such a hard time buying things "new" and things for myself. What a friggin' martyr!!!
MY kids had their first icecream cones ever. I think they liked them a little (total definition of understatement).
Emily was in love. Look at the devilish grin.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
What a Garage Sale Find
I knew we were in business. I got them (okay, well Amy got them) to take 6 bucks. I figured I was on the saving end. All I had to do now was get them fake food and pots and pans. Holy crap!!!!! At the next garage sale, a woman had a huge box full of play kitchen paraphenalia. The entire box cost me a dollar. Yes, I outfitted the kids with a kitchen and accessories for a mere seven dollars. Holy friggin' cow batman. I am the bomb!!!!
(I am not sure what the hazy crap is on the picture. I think I got my grubby little fingers on the lens)
Father's Day Top Four List
I have decided to list them in chronological order.
Dave (after shaving himslef bald and sitting with sweet baby girl)
My little brother, is the father to a beautiful little girl. Meredith will be four this September. She is not only adorable, but she is also very well behaved and unbelievably smart. Dave went on leave from his job during Meredith's first few months to care for her. He continues to this day, to be a very hands on father. I am so proud of Dave.
Clint (right before leaving for the Army Ball last night)
My darling husband has been as close to perfect as they come from the day our children were born. He is more than a father, he is a Dad. He changes diapers, gives baths, plays, reads, and most importantly loves. He loves our children, all of whom are under the age of three, with all his being and it shows. I believe he will only shine more and more as our children get older.
Tom (with his lovely wife and their beautiful girls)
Tom is the father of four beautiful, kind, and intelligent little girls. During his hiatus from work, he has been a stay at home Dad. He is getting to really enjoy his girls and wouldn't trade this time he has had for anything. When Tom talks about his girls, he glows with pride. It is so obvious how much he loves all his princesses.
Dad (pictured with the three oldest kids)
My Dad sets the bar. I have always known he loved me and he has always been a good father, but one day something changed. He became a great father. My Dad is supportive, kind, caring, and a shining example of patience. I can say with all honesty that I am proud of my father and grateful to have such a wonderful relationship with him.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Can you help a guy out?
It's NOT Jock Itch
Now, if I did have it, I would still tell you and make fun of myself. I suppose calling the excema jock itch, was my lame attempt at humor.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Clint was my assistant this morning. This first picture (try to not look directly into the photo...You may be blinded) was actually taking just as I was waking.
Now I have been up for about 30 to 45 minutes and still no improvement. I have to get my coffee down and clean the kitchen before I am fully awake.
I have a few issues. Maybe some OCD!!! I get right out of bed and make all the bed sin the house and then take my coffee straight to the computer. Can you all say "ADDICTED"? (Did I spell that right?)
So, Who is playing? Who "said" they were going to play? You know you want to see. If they are not playing yet, check back. They better (insert vicious, I will kill you laugh here)!!!!
The Teenage Mind
What a Small World
Meritt (Who ,of course, looks beautiful!!!Hate Her!)
Jennifer (Did not get to play for very understandable reasons, but go see her anyways and send her my love.)
Greg (Did not post a picture of himself, but one of me after the twins were born)
Amy (Talk about scary...bwahahahahaha)
Sheri (check out the pretty eyes!!!)
Kris (She and the baby are both adorable)
If you are playing and are not listed, e-mail me or just leave a comment and I will add you on. Like Meritt said, it is like a big ass slumber party(not her exact words).
Thursday, June 16, 2005
The Jock Itch is Spreading!!
I have been busy helping the "step sisters" (insert evil laugh here) set up their own blogs (which can be seen here and here). They are so excited about them. The point of that was, I have been unable to get through my blogroll the last two days and feel so lonely (insert pathetic whimpering here).
SIDENOTE: My darling blog friend MaMa Duck asked what was on the menu for Self Portrait Friday. I am going to post my just out of bed look for you all to make fun of and be disgusted by. Please feel free to join me.
Now listen my Biatches...don't go trying to brush your hair and put on make-up. (oh, Meritt, if you look good, I am so breaking up with you as blog friends. BWAHAHAHA)
Gotta Love the Rednecks!!!
YOU MIGHT BE A REDNECK IF............
My sweet mother-in-law gives you great jokes each Friday, some delicious down home recipes, and some great everyday country living.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Wednesday's Wonder Blog
Today I am going to be very nepotistic. I am going to tell you about JackArmy.
Not only does he come from good genes (yes, he is my brother), but he also writes a very informative blog. He keeps you up to date on most of the military related news, special forces news, and even current events. JackArmy has served in the military for many years. He has driven bradleys, served with the 10th group (special forces), and his most difficult gig....recruiting.
He is also super famous. His blog was mentioned on MSN, along with
(another great milblogger).
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I've Got Jock Itch!!
Last night we watched that movie, The Village. I was totally disappointed. I wasn't the least bit scared and the ending.....SUCKED!
It was the same let down I got from The Blair Witch Project. I believed the hype, saw the movie, and then....NOTHING. Man, that pisses me off. I do not get to watch movies very often and when I do, I want them to be good.
HELP ME FIGHT THE ANGER!!!!
Monday, June 13, 2005
Michael Jackson Not Guilty
I guess I will just remember who he was and not the weird,freaky guy we see today.
of course I love what he says here!!!
Oh, What A Night!
His diaper was so full, the bed ended up soaked. Clint changed the sheets, changed the boy, and then dragged his ass back into bed.
Emily started crying. I headed off to investigate, only to find her dry heaving. She has some snot drainage. Ewwwwww Gross.
I swear, one day I will write about things other than bodily functions. It just isn't today. Well, off to vacuum and take the kids for a walk. That makes me think of something my Dad always says. Raising kids (through about the age of 4) is like training a dog.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Way to GO!
WAY TO GO STEVEN!!!!
He told me yesterday (he is still in diapers, not yet potty trained) he needed to go potty. I pretty much ignored him. He then came downstairs butt naked, saying something about poop (god, I really DO talk about poop a lot). A huge pit formed in my stomach, as I thought back to the shit mural he and his sister painted in their room back in January or February. I quickly went to investigate. He guided me to the upstairs bathroom, where he promptly pointed out the little potty had poopoo and peepee in it. "Holy ape shit, batman!!!" The boy had really gone on the potty. He took off his diaper, let himself into the bathroom, and made potty. What a friggin' genius. He then requested underwear, which I proudly put on him. I then spent the next 30 to 45 minutes, reminding him not to peepee in his big boy underwear. He finally turned to me and said " I don't want to wear underwear anymore. I want a diaper." This to is a sign of genius, if you really think about it. He wanted to play without having to stop to pee. He knew it was acceptable to piss in his diaper. I bet all the sports enthusiasts would wear diapers for the games if they thought they could get away with it.
No, Meritt, I caved and let him put his diaper back on. I think I am going to do the permanent underwear thing in the next week or two.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Now this special little piece of history is chuck full of funnies.
Let's start with the mullet. What the hell were my parents thinking. Then you have the really large front teeth. Luckily, I grew into those. Finally, I would like to direct your attention to the "beautiful" outfit. Don't you love the high collar. It really brings out my teeth. Bwahahahahahahaha
Who else is playing?
Jennifer (and she is too cute. That biatch)
Meritt (another biatch)
Holy Crap... I have been featured by the Complimenting Commenter. I am so cool!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Dry Socket, Green Grass, and Baby Poop Hater
I have been watering like a mad crazy woman. I want my baby grass to grow and be healthy and I want our building to be the best in our neighborhood.
Look at the really shitty grass across the street. Bwahahahahaha!!!
Me? Competitive? No?!!?!? Okay, maybe a little.
Clint may now have dry socket (he is off to the dentist, as I type). For any of you who have had teeth pulled and been through dry socket, you know it is extremely painful. My poor husband is not only crabby from starvation (he is in desperate need of a steak),
but he is in a shitload of pain (he is not one of those cry baby men either. He is a tough cookie).
And about the baby poop hater......
Well, this guy last night at blog explosion, was pissed because a "blog with a picture of a baby covered in bleep "(his words not mine) beat him. Doesn't he know that bleep is very funny. Anytime you post a picture of poop, childhood injuries, or a story about sex, you are going to win. Poop, violence, and sex sells. That is not why I write about it. I write about it, because my life is full of poop (oh gosh, I just cracked myself up). I write about what goes on here for my friends and family to read. I also write because I am addicted to both my computer and my blog. So, to the baby poop hater I say,
"Take a laxative and loosen up. It is a game".
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