F Rant & Ravin' Haven
Thursday, June 29, 2006
SFG - Random and Wedding

This week for SPF, Kristine says we are to show:

1. Something with a story behind it. Photograph something that has a story behind it. And yes, you might have to actually write a little bit on this one. Good, sad, funny, made-up….does it really matter? It IS the internet. Be creative.
2. A Random and Odd photo. Pick anything. A picture you’ve taken, one that you’ve found on the net. Doesn’t matter. I’m making the rules, so don’t tell me what your usual blogger tells you to do! For this picture, the reader on your blog needs to write a story or caption for your picture, so get something unique.
3. In keeping with the recurring wedding theme, a photo of something borrowed. This is pretty self-explanatory.

First, a picture with a story behind it.


To find out what the story is, go here.

Next, Random and Odd. I have 2.


I took this pic of Fumble at the Ranger game while we were waiting to go in.

My next random shot:


My Princess. Pic taken at my friend, PK's house. PK just started a blog. Please internets. Go give her some love.

Last, but not least . . something borrowed.


I am a terrible borrower. If someone loans me something and if they don't come and get it, I keep it. I don't mean to. It just happens. I've had this punch bowl that belongs to my friend, P, since my daughter's 2nd birthday. She turned 3 March of this year. I suck as a friend, no?

Didja play?

 
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Ten Things and some FUG
Kami played this little game earlier this week, as did SFG. So, being the follower, I thought I would play along as well. List ten things you want to say to people you know but you never will, for whatever reason. Don't say who they are. Use each person only once.

This was a little difficult for me as I normally say whatever hateful thing is in my head, but here are some things, I haven't said.

1. Why did you have to go and make it so damn difficult to be your friend? I really enjoyed our friendship. We had a lot of laughs. We think so much alike. Except you think that the world revolves around you and your thoughts and feelings. To hell with anyone elses. I really hate that I had to give up your friendship. It was just too hard.

2. We don't like you. Why do you keep treating our mother like shit? We grew up in the same house. You were not treated as badly as you like to tell everybody.

3. Nobody likes you. It's because you think you are better than everyone and you suck up. Why do you do this?

4. If you would have turned the TV off that day, I would have gone mid-evil on your ass. In front of everybody. You could have made your kids leave the room knowing I was watching a soap opera that could have had bad stuff in it. But no, you stood by the TV stating that if something happened, you were going to turn it off. Oh, and stop sheltering your kids. One day they are going to find out that bad shit happens sometimes.

5. You're not perfect. Quit trying to pretend you are. Stop judging and looking down your nose at me and the rest of the world. I can't be myself around you. You have no idea who I really am.

6. Fuck you. And the horse you rode in on.

7. Stop looking out of your window at us. It is not necessary for you to know everything that goes on in our lives. STOP. IT.

8. I know you've raised 5 kids. I know you're an expert at it. But, it's 2006. Not everything is the same as it was then. I want to raise my children the way I want to raise my children. Yes I'm going to screw up. When I do, I don't need the "I told you so"'s.

9. Guess what? As odd as it may sound, I am capable of independent thought.

10. You know what? I don't WANT to be a part of your stupid message board. So, if you want to leave me out. I don't give a shit. I got better things to do.

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Bonus: 11. Why are you a piece of shit? Everyone likes to use you, so why must you let us all down? I just want to upload some fucking pictures and comment every once in awhile.

I'm trying to post my FUG, but blogger is being an asshole. Please check back. I'll get it posted. My phone finally released my pic.
 
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
WBW - We're Just Playing Dress Ups.
According to TKW, this week we are to show: "Let's play dress up! Mrs. Dallas K suggested dress-up as a theme this week...personally I will have to get creative as I didn't play fairy princess until I was 27...let's see that tea-party wear!"

I actually had time to scour photos last night, but couldn't find any of me playing dress-up. So, I'm going to re-publish a pic of me as a teenager playing dress-up.


Target was rolling out their Club-Wed idea and had a little fashion show. This is me modeling in said fashion show. Please note that the skirt was 7 sizes to big and was rolled up several times under my top. Thus, the big middle.

Didja play?

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Please consider my Cheerios pissed-in.

Have I ever told you that I hate people? Well I do. Yesterday, NLF's car was egged while sitting in the driveway of our house. Wonder who did that. We can't prove it, of course, but who in the hell else would egg our car and no one elses? Now, I have to be concerned about my safety and, more importantly, about the safety of my children. I. Hate. People.

Things I learned yesterday:

1. The Harrises lied in Court (about their dog citations) when asked if their dogs caused any damage while they were out. They said their dogs did not.
2. The Harrises filed a formal complaint against the police officers who came out the night of the vicious attack saying that they (the cops) were racists.
3. Bastards can egg a car in broad daylight and not be seen.
4. I have to worry about the safety of my children.
5. I. Hate. People. (Ok, sorry. I knew that one.)

 
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Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Random Stuff

(why does this crack my shit right up?)

I have a few little things I've been wanting to post about, so I thought I would put them all together.

Daveism#2
While NLF is outside watering the lawn, Macs loves to chase the water and he usually ends up getting drenched. The other day NLF, came in carrying a soaking wet Macs.
NLF: "Hey, can you get a towel? We've been playing in the water and Macs is wetter than a doornail!"
Me: "Um, I think the phrase is 'deader than a doornail."
NLF: "Oh. Yea. That's right."
~~~~~
Words I never thought I would ever say:

"Fumble, when you were peeing, what were you thinking?!?!?"

These words were spoken when he comes out of the bathroom with his shorts soaking wet and pee dripping from the toilet. He's 6. Boys are so gross.

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Overhead:

"Momma called the doctor and the doctor said . . . No more monkeys jumping on the bed!!"

The singing was coming from the Princess. What was she doing? Jumping on my bed. Um, Princess. Are you listening to the words of the song?
 
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Monday, June 26, 2006
WOSM - In My Opinion . . .



Meet Rusty Yates. I'm sure you all know who he is.

With this fucktard's ex-wife's second murder trial set to start today, I thought I'd stand up on my soap box, take the microphone, and voice my opinion.

Rusty Yates is Culpable, too. He is just as responsible for the deaths of his children as is his wife. More so, I'd say. This man forced his wife to give birth 5 times. Without drugs. He knew she suffered from post pardum depression, yet he forced her to home-school the children. She never had a break from her children. He was told not to have anymore children because she got sicker after every birth. Yet, he kept knocking her up.

He knew she was ill. In fact, he was specifically told not to leave her alone with the children. Yet, he did so anyway. He blames Andrea's doctors. Because, heaven forbid, he take any responsibility for his children's deaths.

While his ex-wife gets to on trial for murder again, Rusty gets away scott free to lay back with his new wife and his new life.

I truly feel that Andrea was sick. I think that she needs to spend the rest of her life, not in prison, but in a hospital where she can get the treatment that she needs. But, I also feel that Rusty should take some responsibility for his role in the whole ordeal.

 
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
Why I Hate People #2
If you've been here before, you know how I feel about people. I hate them. Here's another reason why.

They're stupid. Can anybody else read that sign? No parking on the grass? Hmmm . . . Moron. I took this pic at Fumble's championship game last night. For the record, the trailed the entire game. But won it in the bottom of the 6th!! Go Chaps!!

Yet another reason . . .


Again, stupid. Or illiterate. This sign that she's leaning on says "Caution: Do Not Lean On the Fence." Clearly. She can't read.
 
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Friday, June 23, 2006
Because I Suck . . .

There is no SPF today. But, as a consolation, we are going to play . . Hot or Not. Yea! The game show everyone loves.

Today, we are featuring the guys of Rascal Flatts. For those of you wondering "Just what in the hell IS a Rascal Flatt, I have put their video at the bottom of this post. Watch the video. You might see someone's ass at the end. Really.

First, the lead singer, Gary Levox.

I just love his voice. Beautiful.

Next, the guitar player, and basically the leader of the band, Jay Demarcus.


Jay and Gary are cousins.

Last, but certainly not least, the other guitar player (and back up singer) Joe Don Rooney.


Let me just reinterate. Watch the video. You might see this guy's ass. Bare. :)

So, girls (and, um, guys) . . what do you think? Who is hot and who is not?



Music Video Codes by VideoCure.com
 
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Thursday, June 22, 2006
HNT - Shiny Shoes and a Fug update.
For an "HNT" today, I am featuring my and the Princess' new shiney flip flops (or as the Princess would say "blip blops."). This shot was taken at the Rangers game this weekend. We always wear our shiny blip blops when we go out.


Please note that we also have the same toes. She loves to tell people that.
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Remember this poor, unfortunate kid that I fugged 2 weeks ago?


This pic was taken at one of Fumble's baseball tournaments. I thought nothing of it at the time. Imagine my surprise when we show up to our next tournament and this same kid is there. Wearing exactly the same "outfit."

Turns out the kid's older brother plays on Fumble's tournament team. Thankfully, the older kid was not only in his underwear.

Do I feel guilty now? No. The woman should NOT dress her child this way.

We are in the middle of a during-the-week tournament this week. We get there last night, to see this child fully clothed (thank gawd) but walking around sucking on a bottle. Full of Coke. I did a double take. Shook my head with a "ieieiei". Yes. 2 year old child walking with a bottle full of Coke. I don't mean to be all high and mighty, but damn. Does anybody else see anything wrong with this?

What about the fact that she was telling a story that ended (for me anyway) when she said "yea, my kid asked me 'mom are you drunk?'. This woman SHOUTS class. Just sayin'.

** Hey do me a favor, please - go wish my big sister a big happy birthday. Today, she turns yet another year older than me!! :)**

 
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Wednesday, June 21, 2006
WBW - Sweet Summertime

This week, The Kept Woman wants us to show: Happy Summer Solstice!! To celebrate the first official day of summer let's see some summery things...bathing suits, beaches, BBQs, water balloon fights, wet t-shirt contests...you name it!

In the continuing spirit of my regurgitation, I'm showing my favorite summer pic.

Makes me long for the days of flat tummys, no ham-hocks for thighs and no cottage cheese.

I'm also going to show my most embarrasing summer pic:


As a kid, I would spend every summer with my cousin, A. Her house was so cool because she had a trampoline. Can't you tell just how good I was at acrobatics?

Didja play?

~~~~~

If you've been here before, you know that my sweet dog Bogey was attacked and killed by the neighbor's pit bulls. If not, you can read about it here. We've had to sue the fucktards in small claim's court for our vet bills because they refuse to pay them. I received their Answer the other day and the following are some things that I learned from their "Answer".

1. The only accurate information in the answer is the date of the incident.
2. Mr. Harris is a school teacher (read: charged with shaping young minds).
3. His Answer is so poorly written that it is very hard to read.
4. Me or my "boyfriend" hit his fence with a bat to get to his dogs (Yea, instead of just going through the gate. And the one place I wanted to be was near his dogs after they killed mine.)
5. I cussed so "bat" at him. (I did tell him to take his apology and stick it up his ass.)
6. Our dogs simply had a "fight".
7. His dogs were not violent. They were loving animals. They were put to sleep not because they were dangerous, but because HE thought it was best.
8. Mr. Harris gave the wrong dog to the "City Dog Catcher." (MORON!)

I'm surprised this man can make it through a day if this is how his thought process works.

Tammy, who is wondering from where in the hell does snot come? And why does it keep re-producing?

 
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Monday, June 19, 2006
To The Love of My Life
My Nekkid Longhorn Fan. Today, we've been married for eight years.

We met at Jean's Club. A one-room hole-in-the-wall bar in Anna, Texas (read: middle of nowhere). We met at a place where neither of us should have been nor were we expected to be. Thankfully, God had another plan. We were meant to be.

Two months after we met, we were engaged. We just knew. Eight months later, we were married.

June 20, 1998.

So much has changed from that time. We've moved several times. We got a dog, we've lost the dog.

We've had two children. We've had fights. We've been broke. We've been "rich". But, throughout everything we've had each other. We've always been together.


Thank you for giving me such wonderful, beautiful children. Thank you for being you. But, most importantly, thank you for loving me. Despite my crazyness. Despite my messiness. Despite my bitchyness.

I love you. Happy Anniversary, Sweetheart. I love you.

 
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WOS and Some Open Letters

Meet Alofa Time. This man is so very sorry that I don't even want his picture on my blog. If you want to see him, click the link.

This asshat was driving with his wife's severed head when he swearved and killed a mother and her 4 year old daughter by hitting them head on. Apparently, the coroner is going to do an autopsy on this guy's wife to determine how she died. I'm going to guess that the whole being-without-a-head thing probably did it. Just sayin'. This man does not even deserve the small space he's going to occupy before he's put to death.

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Friday night, my friend, PK and I went to see the Rascal Flatts at Pizza Hut Park in Frisco, TX. From this concert, I have some open letters.

To the lady who stood during the entire Gary Allan set - First of all, it's Gary Allen. It's not Elvis. It's ok to sit the fuck down while he's playing. Also, here's a tip. If everyone else is sitting, sit your ass down too. Turn around and see whose view you are blocking. The rest of us would like to see the concert. Oh, and Madonna you are NOT. So stop waving your hands like you're trying to be her.

To the guy who attended the concert alone - I worry about you. Alot.

To the old lady who was wearing capris, a polo type shirt and a belt on top of it all - The betl was so not necessary for that outfit.

To the girls in the baby-doll dresses - Just like overalls. Shouldn't be worn past the age of 4.

To the girl in front of me - OMG. Where do I start? First, the muffin top is not a good look. At all. Secondly, we are there to see the Rascal Flatts sing their songs. When they start singing songs from their previous album, we don't need your drunk ass sluring "Dooooon't siiiing that soooong. It's fuuuuuucking oooooooooold." That's why you're there, dumbass. Oh, and being hammered before the show even started is not good form. You paid to see the show. All you saw was the floor as you searched for your cell phone because your drunk ass lost it.

Finally, To the Rascal Flatts - We are there to see you. We like your music. There is no reason to play Hotel California, Sweet Home Alabama, etc. You have 3 good albums. You could sing all of the songs off of those and have a great show. Also, I know you are talented. But I could have done without the 20 minute drum solo.

Thank you. That is all.

 
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Sunday, June 18, 2006
Sunday Six - Happy Father's Day
Sunday Six, brought to us by Kelly. This week's theme is Father's Day. Answers brought to us by Fumble, age 6.

1. What is a Father?
"Your father? I don't know."

2. Why do we have Fathers?
"So children can live with their fathers."

3. What do Fathers do?
"They help their wives."

4. How do you celebrate Father's Day?
"You do praise for God."

5. What have you learned from your Father?
"That they can be strong or something, someday."

6. Do you have any other names for your Father - if so, what are they?
"David, Jr., Dad." - For the record, I call Fumble "David Jr" when he does things just like his father.


Happy Father's day Daddy! Pa! and Pease!

We love you!!

 
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Thursday, June 15, 2006
It's SPF Time!


Stuff Portrait Friday brought to us by Kristine. This week we are to show:

1. My Puzzle.
2. My Best.
3. Something Old.

First, my puzzle.


How in the hell am I going to manage: 10 lawyers, 2 kids of my own, a husband, a puppy and 30 boys and 5 coaches? I've volunteered to be Team Mom for my son's football team? Why? Apparently, I love misery.

Next, my Best:


This one was easy for me. These are the best things I've ever done.

Last, but not least, something old:


My dad gave this to my mom when they first met. It is now mine. And, as you can see, I have (as Kami would say) God-Made-Me-Special pinky.

Didja play?

 
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Fug Thursday - Say It Isn't So


Since my P.O.S. phone still will NOT release my FUG photo, I've found some pics of a really bad look that seems to be coming back. Please. Say it isn't so.

The jean skirt with leggings look. Nothing about this look is good. N.O.T.H.I.N.G.

Hey fashion designers. Here's a tip. The 80's were NOT good to us. Please. Let's NOT bring them back. Ugh.

Didja play? If so, go tell the Queen of Fug.

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There has been a constant fight going on around our house for the past few weeks. It has turned into a WWF match. The fighters are:

Macs. 2.2 pounds, age 3 months - and . . . .

The Princess. 27 pounds. Age 3 years.

Now. One would think that this would not be a fair fight because the Princess is much larger than the puppy. Oh. No. More often than not, I follow the screams into a room and find the Princess on the floor with Macs on top of her. Eating her hair. Eating her shirt. Something. He always gets the better of her.

This morning I follow the scream and Macs has her on the floor and has ripped her shoe off of her foot and is running with it.

"Um, Princess. Why don't you just stand up?"

 
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Wednesday, June 14, 2006
WBW - I'm Cheating . . .

This week's theme, according to TKW is: "Rub-A-Dub-Dub! I'm doing it..."vintage" pics (since they are of us...NOT our children) as bathing beauties...Hint: You can always Paint or PhotoShop parts if needed...but I totally understand given the nature if some of you skip this week..."

Since my Tuesday nights are so very busy I really don't have time to scan pics of me when I was young and the new job doesn't have a picture scanner, I promise, TKW, that I will scan a bunch for future use. I promise. Or something. So this week, it's kind of way back since these shots were taken about a year and a half ago.


Fumble and the Princess in the bathtub. All soapy.


(Insert ear piercing scream here)

Since this is what usually happens when I bathe my children together, we don't do that anymore. The Princess showers with me and Fumble takes his own shower. I just can't take the screaming anymore.

Didja play?

 
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Monday, June 12, 2006
Public Service Announcement . . . . .
People. Smoke and plants don't mix. Well, unless it's the cannibus. Let me try again.

Smoking and planters don't mix. Yea. That's better.

I go down to visit the folks this evening and see this.



This would be the giant planter my parents had in front of their house. My mom is a smoker. Always has been. I'm sure she always will be. Dad quit cold-turkey about 15 years ago. But not mom. Mom still smokes. And, apparently still burns things.


And kills plants.


And grass. Mom had to go to a funeral on Sunday. A friend came to pick her up so she put her cigarrette out in the planter and left. The neighbor had to put the fire out. So. Very. Embarrassing. I also need to mention . . .


This was dad's favorite plant. Poor dad. :)

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I need to answer a few more questions from the internets. . . .

TXMom asks: If someone gave you $10,000 and told you that you MUST spend it on yourself (not charity, not gifts, not house stuff), what would you do with it?

Shoes. Bags. Shoes. Bags. Shoes. Bags. Shoes. Bags. Shoes. Bags. Shoes. Bags. Oh, and some hot outfits to wear with said shoes and bags.

Carrie wants to know: When did you know that NLF was the man for you and that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him?

NLF took me to Outback Steakhouse on our 2nd date. We both ordered steaks, baked potatos and salads. As soon as our salads arrive, we both take remove: onions, tomatos, and cucumbers. Both of us. At the same time. We looked at each other and died laughing. And we just knew.

 
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WOSM - And Answers to The World's Most Pressing Questions

Today's Waste of Space is featuring the recently departed. He is no longer occuping space on the earth, nor did he ever deserve to.


Meet Abu Musab al-Zarqawi. This asshat was the "head' of Al Queda in Iraq. He mastermined many killings of innocent people for no reason at all. Only to promote hate. Normally, I'm not happy when someone dies, but this time I am. He was a total waste of space. The news is reporting that he died 52 minutes after we dropped 2-500 pound bombs on him. That is because it is very difficult to kill evil. And make no mistake, this man was pure evil.

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Answers to the Worlds (Ok, Internet's) most pressing questions.

Cheeky wants to know: What is your favorite cocktail and do you drink that when playing drinking games? Also, what drinking games do you play?

My absoulte favorite cocktail is a Cosmopilitan. However, they are no fun coming up the other way. And, Cheeky. I don't play drinking games. The last time I played quarters, between 4 of us, we finished a bottle of Goldschlagger's Cinnamon Schnapps. Because of this, I still can't stand the taste of Big Red gum.

Kami asks: When are you moving to Collin County?

Sadly, Kami, probably not for a long while. We actually love where we live (minus the asshat neighbors). However, when NLF and I first got married, we lived in McKinney. Then Plano. Then Dallas. Then Carrollton. Then The Colony. Yep. We moved alot.

Fantastagirl wants to know: If you could have a "Do-Over" for anything -what would it be and why?

I would like to go back to high school. Knowing then what I do now. I so would have told everyone to kiss my ass. Especially the biotches and my ex-boyfriend.

JD's Rose wants to know: Do you let people in real life know about your blog?

Some. A few of my ex co-workers know about it. Some of my friends. But not all. That is why I don't put some things on there that I'd like to.

TBG asks: What is your favorite thing to do?

Honestly, my favorite thing to do is lay on the couch and read. When I'm cleaning or doing other chore type things, I count the hours until I can lay down, rest and read. I heart it. So very much.

Michelle asks: What is your favorite thing about your older sister, Michelle. Why?

I think your question pretty much answers itself. My favorite thing about you is your sense of humor. That and the fact that you have an infectious belly laugh.

Sheri & Suzan want to know: Does your hubbs read your blog?

Yes. He will also give me posting ideas and has often asked to be my "guest" blogger. He would like to embarrass me more than I am willing to embarrass myself on the internet. He is dying to tell the story about how our 6 year old can do better math than me.

Futurefoodtvstar asks: How's the new job?

It's good. There are issues - as there are at every job, but everybody here is very nice and I really enjoy what I do.

Kimmyk asks: Have ya seen the new Paris Hilton music video? Whatcha think about it?

No. There is no way I could ever possibly care less about Paris Hilton. I should feature her as a waste of space. And I listen to Country Music (shut it, Kami). So, I would rarely have an opportunity to see it.

Lori chimes in with: Where, outside of the US, do you most want to travel to?

Paris. And England. I love the way they talk.

Nappy asks: What is your favorite thing about having kids?

Having someoen to take the dog out, put things in the trash, and "help" unload the dishwasher. Kidding. Seriously, every morning when I get them out of bed, I get Fumble, then we go to the Princess. The 3 of us snuggle for a few minutes and talk about the dreams they had. That is my very favorite part.

Amy wants to know: How many times have you had your heart broken?

2. First - when I thought I was in "love" with my high school boyfriend (read: loser). We were an item and he didn't want to stop dating. Asshat. Second & Third - When my brothers passed away. I as 15 and 18.

Mandy asks: If you could (or even wanted to) spend a week away from your family, where would you go? What would you do?

I would want to go to a secluded beach. Of course, there must be a fully staffed hotel because I need a shower and a bed. I would love to lay on the beach in a hammock and read. That would be perfect for me.

SFG chimes in with: If you could change just one thing about your life, what would it be and why?

My temper. I would love to be able to control my temper. I would also like to be thinner. And not have to give up sugar. Or flour tortillas. :)

Stef asks: What is your BIGGEST pet peeve ? What is your worst habit ?

Pet Peeve - Stupid. People. I just cannot stand stupid people.
Worst habit - honking at stupid people. I've worn out horns on 2 cars.

Bart wants to know: Have you ever posted someting to your blog that you wish you hadn't... what was it?

I have not posted something I wish I hadn't, but I did once get into a blog arguement with an asshat. I do wish I would have just left his dumb, juvenille ass alone.

Norm asks: What was your WORST high-school experience that still haunts you to this day?

The asshat ex-boyfriend that I mentioned above dumped me for a girl who looked just like Rainbow Brite 2 weeks before prom. He took her to prom and I was dateless. I wish I could have found a date. Dammit.

JD's Rose (who is an overachiever) wants to know: Did you ever have that dream as a kid where you go to school and then realise that you have no clothes on?

Yes. But for some reason I was always in my 7th grade math class. I have no idea why. Weird, no?

Irish Church Lady chimes in with: Recall a very embarrassing moment in your life for us to all laugh at (with) you.

OMG. I can't believe I'm telling this.
In 7th grade, I was in the Orchestra room. I was leaning against the door with my back/butt. I was pushing the door open and catching it with my hands that were behind me. Suddenly as I'm waiting for the door to hit my hands again, I grab a pair of nuts. Balls, if you will. A boy had opened the door and walked right into my hand. I wanted to room to swallow me. Whole.

Thanks for the great questions, everyone!

 
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Saturday, June 10, 2006
I'll Take "All About Tammy" for $200, Alex

Totally stealing an idea from Southern Fried Girl. We will be at a baseball tournament all weekend (arg!) so, I'm going to leave my next post up to you.

Please, in the comments, leave a question. Anything you want to know about me. I'll answer in my next post.

Gracias!
 
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Thursday, June 08, 2006
SPF - Baseball Style

According to Kristine, for this week's SPF we are to show:

1. A wide open space.
2. Brightness
3. In the dark

Since I just got back from our baseball (T-Ball) championship game, my theme is Baseball.

First, A Wide Open Space.


Run Forrest, Run!! Some pre-game laps.

Next, Brightness. . .


Lets play some ball, boys!!!

Last, but not least . . . . darkness.


Despite my calls of "There's no CRYING in baseball!!" he was very upset that he got the last out in the last at-bat. Again. No crying in baseball, son.

As a bonus shot . . .


We got second (read: First Loser). So, we got the smaller trophy. Got beat by the team with the shitty parents. Dammit.

Didja play?

 
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