tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-101190232012-01-28T03:37:02.234-06:00and DreamsChrishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02886309564803170606noreply@blogger.comBlogger7111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10119023.post-60434568144527132402010-03-29T08:41:00.003-05:002010-03-29T09:14:43.951-05:00

Wow. hard to believe it's been over 3 months since I last posted. I've come back a few times, and couldn't find the words to put together a post. Strange how something I loved to do just doesn't flow anymore.I have been trying to get healthy, despite the injuries. This week I'm starting with a new trainer. I have GOT to get this weight off. I look at pictures of myself and think, "WTF! How in the

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Don't get me wrong, I really love the holidays. On Christmas morning, I sat in a warm house that smelled of the pancakes we had for breakfast. I was surrounded by my husband, kids, grand baby and chihuahuas. There was snow on the ground (the ONLY time I like snow is Christmas morning), more presents than you could imagine, soft music playing in the background and as I looked around, taking it all

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Best Present EVER Merry Christmas Dear Friends....Chris & Family 2009

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Have you noticed daily blogging is all but at a stand still? Not just for me, but for most of my blogroll too. Lately, I'm lucky to get out 1 post every 10 days or so, and hell, 2 posts in one week is like hitting the friggin jackpot!I mean sure, there are a few superstars like Her , and like Her and Her (who is amazing btw).But for the most part, good daily bloggers are not nearly as

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that is the number of posts, including this one, that I have written here.Some have been good. Some have been not so good, and some have been quite pointless. But, they all are me, and tell the story of Chris. Sometimes I wonder exactly who she is, and if I will ever find out who she is suppose to be.Hubby and I went to counselingtwicethen he cancelled the last appointment. Said he thinks we are

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This world lost another good person on Thursday. He was kind, generous, quick with a smile and easy laugh. He did so much for the children in the area as well as for the Women and Children's Horizons organization. He made a difference. He was second to none at remodeling and decorating, and always threw a kick ass parry.He was an amazing hairdresser and has tamed and taken care if my wild curly

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{ click HERE for the laugh part...funny shit}..........AND..........Because life is too short to not eat the pie.

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Ok, you all know how my heart belongs to St. John. right?Well, there is a Canadian Island Girl that loves it as much as the rest of us. Difference is, she actually gets to go to the island more than me. (insert pouting) She also takes the most AMAZING pictures and blogs about it.So, if you are already sick of winter and have the grey sky blahs, go and check her out. I promise you will not be

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Hi All.I don't have anything to say really. I'm in a state of...limbo... for lack of a better word. ButThis little guy reminds me of just how sweet life can be. These were taken over the weekend during a party at my house. Yes, those are Thanksgiving balloons. Yes my Mother is a whack job, and yes, that is me. xxxooo

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Well she was precious like a flowerShe grew wild, wild but innocentA perfect prayer in a desperate hourShe was everything beautiful and differentStupid boy...you can't fence that inStupid boy...it's like holdin' back the windShe laid her heart and soul right in your handsAnd you stole her every dream and you crushed her plansShe never even knew she had a choiceAnd that's what happens when the

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This Friday, November 6th, will mark my 10 year wedding anniversary. Funny, I'm not sure what to say after that statement. Do I tell you about all of the wonderful moments we've had? ~the special secrets ~the inside jokes ~the smoldering stolen glances over kids, dogs, birthdays, bills, and life, that only 2 lovers know~the laughs~the spur of the moment stuff because he gets that is really how I

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Hiiiiiii Internet Family!I know, Tony is 'posta be a tiger, but my Mommy wanted a lion. (sigh)My Gramma is busy moaning about a lady named Missie. I think she hurt my Gramma because she can't get off the couch without crying and saying bad words. Soooo I came here to tell you all HAPPY HALLOWEEN from Gramma -n- Me! MOMMY! YOU SAID THERE WOULD BE CANDY!I'M NOT SURE I'M LIKING THIS! I SMELL

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I will try and ignore the white hot pain in my shoulders, thighs, ankles, forearms, etc... while I write this. When I joined this new gym, a perky little wisp of a thing did my intake paperwork. She animatedly told me all about the amazing features of "Gym Fabulous".Let me just tell you that when you mixA. an out of shape newbie with visions of white sand beaches and polka dot bikinis in her

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Well, the first week of my new workout-personal trainer from hell-gym- rat routine has come to a close. In this first week, I have noticed some things, and would like to address them now.First up, who the hell invented the elliptical machine? I swear it is of the devil.Please, NO Cell Phones! Let's just say that when your ringtone is this.. "INCOMING....POPOPOPOPOPOPOPOPOP....INCOMING...

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Sometimes I just think, "Geeze Chris, just shut this old excuse for a blog down. It has run it's course, jumped the shark, so to speak."But then I just can't. This place is kind of like a favorite old pair of jeans. Even though I haven't worn them in a while, they are still mine.I look at them daily as I venture in to get clothes. I remember how soft they felt from being washed so many times. I

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A minute 48 of sweet giggles and baby jabber. Enjoy!

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I'm just sayin' :)

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I am a vastly different person than I was 10 years ago. Although, certain things throw me right back into the old way of thinking.Hubby and I have had a couple rough days. We both like a drama free, low stress life. His job is stressful, and I try and make home, his refuge, his soft place to land. We do disagree about things, but rarely argue.Hubs speaks before he thinks, and even when wrong,

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I love the Gratitude Challenge, BUT,There are other things I need to write. Things that whirl round and round in my mind, struggling to find a voice, an outlet, a written record. This is one of those posts. This may not make any sense to anyone, but, it's in my head and needs a place to come out.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~There was a time when I had no clue who I was at any given moment. I mean this in a

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Today's Gratitude Challenge task was to..."Try to see the world through the eyes of a child. Think about the things you take for granted on a daily basis, and express gratitude..."Remember me telling you my friend was moving from Washington state back to Wisconsin? Well, she is here and moved in, so, I invited her over for a welcome home dinner. She has the cutest little 4 year old girl. It was

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Today the Gratitude Challenge was to pick one of my 5 senses each day and discover how many gifts came to me via that port of entry. Then I was suppose to blog about the experience and use a combination of words and pictures.Well, we all know how well I follow directions, so I did this the "Chris" way. Instead of a one of the 5 senses each day, I chose all of them, one day and a video.I can't

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Continuing with The Gr@titude Challenge ... Day 9's challenge is to "Enjoy the people around you. Take a moment to appreciate their unique talents, abilities, and personalities."There are only 3 people living in this house now. Today, two of those people left early for work and school. Tonight they are going to some sporting event and won't be home until way later tonight. That means that the

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Week one has already come to an end, and I guess I do feel happier... Maybe it's that I'm more mindful of cultivating an "Attitude of Gratitude". Either way, it's all good.However, it has caused my Hubby to ask repeatedly if I've been nipping at the cooking sherry in the afternoon. Silly man, Mama doesn't do sherry, but I hope he doesn't check the Bailey's , Kahlua or peach vodka. ;)OH! I

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Squeeeeeeeeee!!! My first vlog. I know the sound is off a few seconds, but I can't figure out why. I am SOOO computer stupid.

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First of all, a phone call costs more than a quarter, but that is just semantics. Day #6 of The Gratitude Challenge was to take a few moments and call someone you are grateful for.This was pretty easy, I called D#2. I told her how thankful I am for her and everything she brought to this family. Of course I love her, I praise her and tell her how proud of her I am. But, now that she is out of the

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because I am cold, tired, pissed off and just plain bitchy. I can be grateful and bitchy, right? I'm off to make a pecan pie.Maybe a gazillion calories, topped with vanilla ice cream of course,will help shake this bad mood off.Well, at least until the next time I put on my jeans.Ti hell with my jeans, sweater season is coming.Viva La Pie!!!

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Today's Gratitude Challenge was to take 5 minutes and write about all of the wonderful things in your life.WHAT?! FIVE MINUTES???Don't they know that I require way more than 5 minutes to think, write, delete, rewrite, re-delete, edit, curse and write again?Hmmm...what do I do now....Crap, it's been 3 minutes already.Know what's not wonderful?The pressure to write in FIVE 'effin minutes!AND my

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Continuing with the The Gratitude Challenge , the task for Day #4 is to write a short message of thanks for some "negative" thing in your life...then describe how it's added something positive.I've been thinking about this one since yesterday. Negative things have happened to all of us. I know that "all things happen for a reason", and "there is always something to learn in adversity".But you

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So day #3 of The Gratitude Challenge says, "Write a post about what you are grateful for today." Unlike yesterday's list, this challenge is about TODAY. What am I grateful for right now. As I sat down with my laptop, the word "bittersweet" stuck in my mind....This morning, we loaded up our trucksand Daughter #2's car.Like a tiny little caravan,we set out headed south.Today was the day.The day we

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It's day #2 of the The Gratitude Challenge and the task is to use the alphabet to list things I'm grateful for.Here we go..A is for Allenha, my middle child, who leaves for college tomorrow. She is my constant, my steady, my child that has more faith and strength than most people I know.B is for blogging. It's a pathway for new friends, my voice, my outlet and refuge.C is for Corona. Icy cold,

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I saw THIS while prowling around the Internet late last night. I like the idea of a Gratitude Challenge, so I'm participating in this.I don't have the cute little kit, but I'm doing it anyway. Each day I will have a task to perform that expresses my thankfulness in some way.The Day #1 Task is to publicly announce I'm taking the challenge and to explain what I hope to get from it.I think it's one

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the pledge. Will you?

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Of coming here on a regular basis, I've thrown together a few recent pics for your enjoyment.I'm working on a group of pics from the storms we had yesterday. They are so damn cool! The sky was doing things we don't normally see 'round here. I'll post them as soon as I get another free moment. Have a great week friends.Hi everybody! This is pictorial of "A Day At Gramma's House" As you can see,

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Where did summer go? It seems to have raced by like the speed of light. Maybe it's because this year, the weather has been more like late spring or early fall. It certainly didn't feel like summer.My knee is, finally, almost healed. Physical therapy is going good, and I am hoping to be done with that next week. The push toward the beginning of school has started. D#2 moves into her college dorm

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One of my best friends flew in from Seattle on Friday night. She used to live here about 10 years ago, and then moved to the West Coast. She came back to help another friend of ours move to Vegas, so they are leaving later tonight. I miss her. She is the friend that is always game, always the life of the party, and always sees the glass half full. We talk on the phone all the time, but I haven't

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I stumbled across a blog written by a woman in Nebraska one day a couple of years ago. The first post I read had me laughing my ass off. I quickly devoured the rest of her blog. Each post was funnier than the one before.This woman has wit, humor and a good dose of smart ass. She also has a daughter that lives in Kansas, and when those two get together in the comment box for some playful family

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Welcome to another installment of "What the Hell do I Write Now". I'm seriously starting to question this -If you write everyday, it will get better- shit.Have you ever heard of the saying "bleeding like a stuck pig"?Well, for whatever reason, I'm the oinker. NOOOO it's not because of my twinkie filling addiction. Although my ass would disagree. But, it's an ass, and I don't expect anything less

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Because I don't have clearance to drive, I go nowhere. Except to physical therapy, and that doesn't count. Those sadistic fucks will not the highlight of my day.Normally I would say fuck that, I'm driving. However, because I had knee surgery on my right leg, and although it's getting better, I can nowhere near step on the brake peddle with enough pressure to stop if I had to. And drive with 2

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I know, I know, I missed my "daily posting commitment" yesterday. No excuse except that even God rested on the 7th day. lolNot much going on here. Yesterday we went to the final show of my son's play. The Keno.sha Children's Theatre put on "Mul.an" and Kyle played Captain Li Shang. It was really good. The set, the kids, the songs and choreography were wonderful. I was honestly surprised at how

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I'm in a quandary Internet, and I need some assvice.1. What do you do when someone is doing things that, while not illegal, you think isa. wrongb. stupid/pointlessc. mean/hatefuld. potentially something they will regret laterThere are a few people in my life that are doing one or all of the above. They are people I love, but they are also of age and living their own lives.2. My Sister is at it

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I keep hearing that making the effort to write a post everyday makes it less of an effort. Makes it better, with less writer's block.Ok, I'm game. I am going to seriously try and post everyday. I just hope after the 20th "I have nothing to say post", you all are still around.I'll even add some baby pics to keep you entertained.Ummm... this qualifies as a post right?Quick! Cute baby pictures!These

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I seem to be on the mend, but, it's slow going. Pisses me off too. When I went into surgery last Friday, my knee was fucked up, but I could bend it farther than a 90 degree angle. I could also sit on the floor and cross my legs, or lay on my stomach and bend my knees so that my feet touched my butt. I could sit with my leg tucked underneath me. NONE OF WHICH I CAN DO NOW! MY BENDY-NESS IS GONE.Dr

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HEELLLLLOOOOOOO INTERNET!!!I am home, alive and obviously cranked on the good drugs.The not so good is that surgery took longer because they found an extra flap of cartilage they had to remove, and, (because with me isn't there always an and?) I've got a ridiculous amount of arthritis in the knee. Too much for a woman my age. Basically Dr. Doom said I have to do loads of physical therapy, and

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Ok, so I know I promised pictures of a finished kitchen. Well, I haven't taken them because it's not back together yet. Hey, I'm a busy woman and don't have time to unpack everything. Alright, maybe I'm not so busy.Maybe I'm still rolling around the "write a post everyday" theory.Maybe it's because we are smack in the middle of summer vacation. You know, the time of year when the constant

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Hi There! Remember me?I sure wish I would get here to write more often. It's not that I can't. It's more like "What the hell do I have to write about". My life is pretty much wash, rinse, and repeat and if it bores me, it must bore you.Maybe after 4 and a half years, I've run out of things to say.BWAHAHAHAHAHAMe.Run out of things to say.Now that? Is funny.Last night I read in a comment box that

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Thank you all for the love you always supply when life throws tomatoes at my face. Life is, well tenuous, but it does go on. This was a great weekend. Here are the highlights...Friday Night...and lots of...Up first was Lady Antebellum...They were really good.Next up Miranda Lambert...She is a firecracker and was equally good And then....oh. my. god. I would sooo do whatever this man wanted me too

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Have you ever felt like a fucking yo-yo? Yeah, me too.when the person that is suppose to love me attacks my charactercalls me namesthreatens divorcedegrades me with razor sharp words...I usually walk around wringing my handstearing upwonderingwhat i did wrong and how to fix it.today, (actually last night) I decided that sometimes?it's really not mine to fix.I'm donetrying to smooth things

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Friday night Hubby, kids & I went to Summerfest . The Count.ing Crow.es opened the show, and they were mediocre. If I could give them any advise, it would be for lead singer Ad.am Duri.tz.DUDE, I love "Big Yel.low Taxi", "Mr. Jo.nes", "Ro.und Here", and "A Long Dec.ember" as much as anyone. I even cut you some slack for forgetting the lyrics, stopping, then laughing into the microphone telling

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On the night Tony was born, I could almost hear my Grandmother saying "Oh a beautiful baby! Get ready for 2 more, Christine, because it comes in threes, you know. 3 births, 3 deaths, it always comes in threes."Old wives tale? Probably, but here is food for thought:Ed Mc.Mah.onFarr.ah Faw.cettMich.ael JacksonJust sayin'....I was a kid of the 70's.I recall painstakingly blow frying my extra curly

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Fair warning...I feel bloggy today, but my thoughts are not connecting. That means you, dear reader, are left with a discombobulated pile of shit that leaves you asking yourself WTF? and Why do I come here? choppy paragraphs to read.And I wonder why my readership is down?First up is the weather..It rained like a MF last night. About 1:13 this morning, and yes, I do know that was the exact time, I

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At the beginning of our marriage, I would get home from work and see a package on the doorstep at least once a week. I would think, "awwww how sweet". Until I opened the package to find...A misty mateA ShamwowAn Ab LoungerGeorge Forman GrillA Pro-JuicerA holder for the beer can you shove up a chicken's ass before you roast it...you get the picture. My Hubby is hands down the best infomercial,

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I know I haven't been here, or on twitt.er, but I can't believe how fast time moves when life gets busy. **Our middle daughter graduated, and we had her party last Saturday. 2 words... cold and rainy. **Monday night Hubby and I went out to dinner and to the Fleet.wood Mac concert. Let me just say that for being 60, Stev.ie Ni.cks looks damn good. Mic Fleet.wood? One weird dude. All in all it was

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Well, we have arrived. Where, you ask? At the weekend of the huge graduation party for D#2. That's right, our Memorial Day BBQ a couple weeks ago wasn't enough punishment for this glutton. This time tomorrow there will be family, friends, in-laws, outlaws, teenagers, and alcohol in my back yard. (For me, not the teenager). AND, because I am the god's special joke, things are already looking

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Daughter #2 graduated from high school last night. So proud, I am of her. We had a pretty large group, and when they called her name, we whooped and hollered. (much to her embarrassment) Pics to come later, I'm too lazy to transfer them today.We took everyone out for a nice dinner after the commencement. There were many. All of our kids, grandson, Mother in-law, sister in-law, Grandparents, Aunts

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I'm really afraid to write thisbut I have toApparently I'm not as well as I thought I was.I've worked really hard for many years in therapyto dig, unearth, find, understand and put back together pieces of me.I thought I had turned the corner.Knew it all and could just get on with the business ofhealing and learning to live life.Then that really wicked depression hit me. I think I wrote here about

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War. Most of us hate it, hate what it's all about, hate the inevitable casualties and hate the powers that be that got us into the damn thing.However, today is not for that. It's not a time for political debates, finger pointing, or anger.Today, amidst all of the family, picnics, cookouts and gatherings, we need to stop and remember. Remember to thank all those silent heroes that gave all in

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It's 1:30 AM and I'm still awake. Yes, I do have insomnia, and that usually makes me crazy. Lately? It's the only time I feel I can light a fatty and drink a box of wine breathe. Where I can take off all of the hats I've accumulated for the day, stomp them into the ground under my red high heels rub my aching temples and just try to catch up on twitter tweets finding a center. Problem with

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Mmmmm *nom nom* my hands taste sooo good! *nom nom nom* AND, Why yes, that IS a dimple on my cute little baby face. *nom nom nom*Hey! Check out my hair. Yes I DO have hair! Look closely.

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The first really beautiful week around here in months and months isn't so beautiful.It was marred by THIS.Then last night we were HERE.Mike's Dad is a very good friend of my husband and I. We watched that kid grow up. My Shay is only a year younger than him, and they have been friends since they were in grade school. What happened is devastating and frightens me beyond comprehension.Standing in

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Kids said I needed updated picture. Here is one from today. OMG! I need a new camera and a new haircut!

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Man, I really do want to write, I just can't come up with anything.Well, with anything moderately funny or entertaining. I'm sick of my life in all of it's fucked up glory. And, by the way my readers are falling away, so are you.Believe me when I tell you I wish I could come here everyday and be all sunshine and puppies happy, or spew inducing hilarious.I want that more than anything.I also want

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Today is the most gorgeous day The temp. topped out at 75 The sun is shining and oh-so-warm on my winter weary bodyThe sky is just so blue, blue, blue Today is a day made for soaking it all up...The trees and flowers bloomingThe grass so green and softThe birds singing, chirping and flitting from branch to branchThe smell of my spring lilac bush budding The chihuahuas lounging in the sunThat

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Ok, on to the rest of the story...Basically, these kids have lived with Dad aka WBW (wanna be woman)for about 2 years. Except the littlest one, who has a different Dad, and so she lives with my fugitive Sister. Technically, my oldest niece has a different biological Dad, and WBW never adopted her, but he is all she knows. (Um, hello??? Either way that is called illegal placement!)Here is where

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Yep, I got issues alright. First being I haven't been here in a week! I would ask how the hell did a week get by me so fast, but unfortunately, I know the answer to that question.Oh no, it's not what you think. I mean the depression does hamper my creativity, but leave it to my dysfunctional family to yank me out of that realm, and not always in a good way.I present to you Issues...Part AFriday

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First, thank you all for the love, support, and friendship. I heart you all and am very lucky to have such wonderful blog friends.Second, I'm working my way outta this funk slowly. I thought I'd share a few things that are helping....My Grandma loves me.In all my Easter finery!Did you see what I see? Go to next pic, poor doggies!I DID NOT sign up for this!I think this ruffle makes my butt look

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I don't know how to write this post, but if I can't let it all hang out to you, my beloved friends, then who? So, stay with me as I stumble around for words, m'kay?A little history. Most of you that read here know my past, so lets not get into that. But, I'm not sure I've said much about my depression. About 9 years ago I was diagnosed with major clinical depression. I thought no fucking way! I

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Winter bites, but Spring is a close second. Now, don't get me wrong, I love that from the dead of winter comes a rebirth of nature. I love the longer days and warmer temperatures. I love putting away boots, hats, coats, mittens and heavy sweaters. I love first spring bike rides or being able to walk the dogs and not fight snow, cold and freezing fingers. My problem with Spring is a two word

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Well, Easter is but a memory. My on-going guilt and indigestion isn't, and I blame that on Just Bo.rn Inc. Evil commie bastards. I think they are trying to take over America by turning us into sugar crazed crackheads every Spring. I figured this out on Saturday night.I was making Easter baskets for kids, Hubby, and Grandson. Now, you know I am trying to eat healthier, exercise more and etc... We

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As you can see, I've temporarily turned most of my blog purple. This is in honor and remembrance of a special little girl. Please check out this link and get involved. You can do as little as putting up her badge to making a donation to walking for the March of Dimes. As a Mother, I am just thankful for all of my blessingsThe blog world continually surpasses all expectations of just how close

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Have a wonderful Easter dear friends. May the Bunny bring you a mound of chocolate, a warm breeze and a smile to your face.I will be spending mine with the in-laws. *cue scary music and bring on the vodka*See you on the flip side.

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But holy hell I feel like I could have. Little Tony stayed with me on Friday, and by 5:00 Saturday he was back. Shay came down with the flu and was so sick. She has been so sick that she just picked up Tony a little while ago. Yep, 4 and 1/2 days with a not quite 6 week old baby.I adore him and cherish the time I get to spend with him. I also know I'm really lucky to have my daughter and grandson

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I'm a tired Grandma, but he is such a good baby. I swear, just when I think it would be impossible to love him anymore than I already do, I look at him, he looks at me, and I love him twice as much. I know. I know, I've said it before, but it really does amaze me.Anyway, while I'm recovering from his overnight visit, you all enjoy some of the photo shoot pics. In his birthday suit This is his

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I'm so excited. My grandson is coming to stay the night with us tonight. I'm telling you, I adore that little boy. Hopefully his picture from the photo shoot will be coming soon. I can't wait to see them & show them.Hubby is picking up dinner, laundry is done, sun is shining...aahhh Life is good. Who could ask for more?Well, I could ask WTF is with the cold weather & threat of snow, but it just

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Today is a quiet day. One that I only have to share with my chihuahuas. Everyone is at work and school, then they will attend the Bucks / Lakers game tonight in Milwaukee.I know most of you get lonely when that happens, but not me. My family life is always so damn busy. My kids are teenagers and although I know I will miss the constant chatter when they fly the nest, some days it just hurts my

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BULLET STYLEAccidentally hitting the cap lock button on the laptop. AT THE BEGINNING OF EVERY. GODDAMN SENTENCE.Looking for my reading glasses for 45 minutes before remembering I decided to "put them where I wouldn't forget where they are".3 words in Spring...WINTER...STORM...WARNING3 more words in Spring.... 8 - 12 inches (of snow, you perv!)The phrase "What are we having for dinner?" 15 times a

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I think not. I'm not that old, right? I mean 42 is the new 32, right? I look in the mirror and think to myself, "Heeeyyy, how YOU doin'? I'm still kinda sexy. I could sooo pass for thirtysomething." Well, my fantasy has been shattered by reality once again. I may still have a great package, but trust me, the inside is old. Kinda like the beef jerky you crave. You're standing in the grocery line

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Ok, so we all know my relationship with F@cebo0k is not a good one.And Mysp@ce? I like it more than the demon that is F@cebook, but it still isn't my thing. It's too much like my blog, and I'd rather write here because look around, it's gorgeous here! (Thank you again Princess )But, I am totally in love with Twit.t.er. I may be addicted even. It's fun, and kinda like the new CB radio. I can keep

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I have to tell you, I am completely smitten with my grandson. He is only 24 days old, but, I can't imagine a life without Tony. Yep, he has us all wrapped around his little finger.I See You Grandma!(I think his eyes will stay blue like Shay's) Bath Time!He was not impressed Sleepy boy All Worn OutHave a wonderful Monday friends.

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Sunny, gorgeous & 70 yesterday. Cloudy and 50 today. Someone tell me again why the hell I live here?Oh yeah, it was the voodoo magic my Hubby used on me. One look into his gorgeous eyes, coupled with the fact that he always makes me laugh, and I was a goner. Damn those eyes and his ability to randomly make me spew liquids out of my nose.Lesson for the day: Beware of men with great eyes and a

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This was today's sunset in St. John from one of my favorite places... The Villa Serendipity The web cam is on the roof. It looks out at Chocolate Hole Bay and in the distance you can see St. Thomas. We went with 3 other couples went last time we were here. and ohmygodiwannagobacknowplease. (click on pic for best view)Hope you enjoy this as much as I did. :)

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BlessingMay you live a long lifeFull of gladness and health,With a pocket full of goldAs the least of you wealth.May the dreams you hold dearest,Be those which come true,The kindness you spread,Keep returning to you.An Irish ToastMay you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings, slow to make enemies, quick to make friends. But rich or poor, quick or slow, may you know nothing but happiness from

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I wish I could figure out why I can't seem to write lately. I read all of you and think, what the hell is wrong with me. That said, this post is just my random thoughts as they come. I am in such a melancholy place and feeling disconnected. Different emotions zinging back and forth make it hard to do anything. It's hard to imagine there will never be another new post from Hoss. I just can't bring

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I know I'm partial, but this boy gets cuter everyday! Enjoy.

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I needed some distractions, so I swiped this from Kelly Dawn's blog.This is Keith Urban's Sweet thing video. I have customized it and there are 12 things to find. Can you find them all? It was fun, have a ball kids.

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When I first started blogging, I was lucky enough to come across a blog called Old Horsetail Snake . It was written by a fellow named Hoss. Hoss was retired from amazing career as a reporter/writer and living in Oregon. He was in his 70's, loved his wife and country music and was funny as hell. Everyday I would visit Ol' Hoss' blog, and just about every day I laughed until my stomach hurt.One day

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Nice dinner date with Hubby all to myself ~ $150.00 (shup!! The wine was really good)Mani-Pedi for said date with Hubby ~ $55.00Arriving home from date and realizing we took the spare keys that have no house key with them ~ maddeningWatching Hubby roam around the yard looking for a way in while cursing ~frustratingWatching Hubby try to climb up the side of the house just to slide down

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Wow! It looks great in here. Thanks to my lovely Princess who is amazing and oh so creative. I think she captured me exactly. Thank you a million times my lovely, I heart you!In other news, baby Anthony went home this morning. Mom and baby are both doing well. When I first found out Shay was pregnant, I was adamant I wouldn't be called "Grandma". I knew I would love this child, but I didn't think

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RAYMOND AARRON ANTHONY C.ANTHONY & MOMMYThere was no wireless in the prego ward, so I couldn't update you all. But, here is how it went down...After many long hours of labour, 2 epidurals (yes 2, the first one somehow came out and talk about a nightmare!) and scaring me half to death, Anthony was delivered by C-section at8:527.5 lbs.19 inches longHe has Mommy's blonde curly hair, and her lips,

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Yep, you read that right. Little man is going to make his debut tomorrow. February 27th, EXACTLY 1 month after my birthday. SQUEEEE!!!! Shay is humungo and the doc lady said she will induce her in the morning. I'm meeting her and Prince not so charming at the hospital in the morning...After I get some dunkin because really? 6am is a ridiculous time to have a baby on purpose. If this little guy is

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Ok, you all know how I HATE meme's. right? Well, The Queen tagged me and because it's short, I am doing it. And really? This woman is one scary byotch when she gets mad, so I'll appease her."Your ship has sunk. You have, of course, been stranded on a deserted island. You have salvaged a copy of the King James Version of the Bible and a copy of the complete works of Shakespeare. Nothing else.“The

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Well, no baby yet, but man what a week. Shay thought she was going into labour on Wednesday night. After 4 hours in the hospital, they sent her home. Her doc is concerned about how big she is getting, so she ordered up an ultrasound. The little man weighs a little over 8 pounds as of Friday. Seems he really likes his thumb. Again, right there on the screen you could see him doing suck-a-thumb. He

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Ya know, sometimes life just sucks ass. No matter how happy you want to be, no matter how happy you TRY to be, sometimes life just isn't fair. Sometimes there is just no rhyme or reason and you stand there in a daze thinking what the fuck is going on. And because life sucks big ass monkey balls, it doesn't answer you. Then your left wondering, thinking, and whining. And that? just sucks!

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Happy Valentine's Day my loves. It is also my chihuahua Gracie's 3rd birthday. (Happy Birthday honey!)I know some people hate this day, but here is some food for thought. It doesn't have to be about couples and romance. Remember, it's all about love. Not who loves you, or doesn't for that matter, but who/what YOU love. Your spouse, lover, kids, dog, life, etc... Everyone loves someone or

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Here in Wisconsin, you learn to relish the the sun and warmth it brings. Especially after a long, cold, dark, brutal winter like the one we had this year. Yesterday was one of those days.It was sunny, and the temperature was almost 60. Here that means short sleeves and no jacket. It felt amazing. I sat on the back deck with my face tilted so the sun could kiss my winter cheeks and share it's

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After hours of work, prep, and planning, the baby shower is but a memory. There were 63...yes, 63 people that came. Family, friends, cake, games and presents were the order of the day. Shay received so many things that it took my SUV, 1 small truck and 3 cars full to the brim to get her bounty to her apartment. Her place is small and looks like baby central with everything piled into it. So much

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Yesterday, sweet skygirl had her little bean. His name is Jonathan and is gorgeous. GoHERE to see a picture and to leave a congratulations.Around here, Shay is dilated 1cm. If that child goes into labour before Saturday, I've got over 50 damn people to entertain. I am sooo spiking the punch!

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Well, my mood has improved a bit. I think it's just a wicked case of the winter blues. We have had such a hard winter here. There has been measurable snow on the ground since the week before Thanksgiving. Have I told you how much I hate snow?Operation Baby Shower is in full swing. I am baby blued up to my ears. Just between you & me, I'll be glad when it's over.Tomorrow I will go with D2 for a

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I'm sad. I have no idea why, I just am. So much so, I burst into tears this morning. Since then, I've had a hard time keeping those tears at bay. No, I don't have PMS, I got rid of those parts years ago. That would have at least gave me a reason for being weepy.I have learned that sometimes, you just go with it. My Grandmother use to say that when we cry for no reason, we are crying for someone

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Thanks again for all of the birthday wishes. You all rock.We stayed 2 nights, and got back just a little bit ago. The room was fabulous and as long as we didn't open the door, we could almost pretend we were on the coast of somewhere beautiful.The photo murals in the pool room were all of the Caribbean, the stereo/cd player was designed to be heard in our room, and the pool area. The water and

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Dave and I are leaving soon for a short birthday getaway. He is talking me here...The Sybaris... Our room has a private swimming pool, waterfall, steam room, and whirlpool/hot tub. There will be champagne, diner, chocolate covered strawberries and alone time with my husband. Wheeeeeee! I guess being 42 has it's advantages.So, I'll blow out my candle, (try not to notice my double chin), think

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