tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17444739617217021102024-02-20T13:53:56.173-05:00and she makes the world go 'roundddleeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.comBlogger216125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-63481657007120674522011-08-29T08:48:00.007-04:002011-08-29T09:31:32.009-04:00Cottage LifeWe went to the cottage about a week ago. It was fun. The kids had a blast!! They tend to make the most out of most situations. Love them for that.
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<br />The only crappy thing I had to say about the experience, is the amount of spiders that were there. But I hate nature. Everyone who knows me, know this.
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<br />But here are some pics for your viewing pleasure:
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<br />This is the view from the kitchen window of the deck. All you can really see are the trees. If you look close enough, you might even be able to see some spiders. Not even kidding. They're there.
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<br />This is a pic of the bbq after <a href=http://twitter.com/johnbimmer>John</a> cleaned it up. I can't post a pic of the before because that pic would make you gag. No, really, it would.
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<br />This pic is pretty self explanatory. It's yum yums.
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<br />This is a pic of the stairs beside the pool house going towards to water/deck. If you look closely, you can even see spiders in this pic. Honestly, my skin crawls looking at this specific pic.
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<br />And finally, this is a pic of the kiddies and <a href="http://www.melidworld.com"> Meli</a> frolicking in the water. This was pretty much a constant for them. They were always there.
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<br />Pics courtesy of <a href=http://twitter.com/johnbimmer>John's</a> phone. Haven't uploaded the pics from the camera yet.
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<br />leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-18324044009461574052011-06-13T09:26:00.003-04:002011-06-13T09:40:14.804-04:00My health planThis year (after a haitus last year) I will be playing mas again this year at Caribana (or whatever it's called).<br /><br />This is my costume (the teal coloured one):<br /><a href="http://www.carnivalnationz.com/index.php?option=com_k2&view=item&layout=item&id=93&Itemid=98"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQxPKoy7Flf7oyTFI0l3XKjxalLJR1MwLzQAMLSApGegI8XYDJfiSAuqRZ-oEktd90Mem8bYhYiAk1OYcgfZifrBoMQzpTGHvKsU9U8QKU7_bsRts692cVQwrh8dHGcANYP7uCxKrPY0/s320/s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617697665618135602" /></a><br /><br /><br />So in dire hopes of fitting into it (I really wish you could try on the costume before purchasing it) I will be doing a strict health regiment. Well, strict for me. Probably pretty lax for everyone who's even remotely healthy.<br /><br />I will attempt to keep a journal or log of some sorts to help out with this. Effective today.<br /><br />*Wish me luck*leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-73446096665372033592011-03-03T10:41:00.004-05:002011-03-03T10:55:36.889-05:00Bucket ListSo I've come out of retirement. Just for a bit. Not sure how long this is going to last, but I had to share the two places I want to add to my bucket list. Since I don't have anything on it yet, I will list these as #1 & #2, however, that is not necessarily the order of importance in which they stand in my life.<br /><br />#1)<br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579880247314556258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDMvIxnnsISB35qPUTGYhkX3Ph7uvvIwPas_CU2QHMFDe60BkNOsmfwBFQTfFRXUdtGtZ6GYTWNtLt8ZCkytwnrnTBzJKqCm3tiaN_rZJflxXuJPI_mWHQnixu5RI-qNJ67MxwNs_Xp1o/s320/Leap_of_Faith_4_low.jpg" />Yes, that is a waterslide, and yes that is a pool filled with sharks!<br /><b>The Leap of Faith</b> @ Atlantis: The Palm in Dubai<br />27.5m tall and 61m long, from the top of the Ziggurat the Leap of Faith catapults riders into a transparent tunnel and through a shark-filled lagoon, where guitar sharks, bow mouth sharks, white tip, black tip and grey reef sharks all reside.<br /><br />#2) <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579882429809018338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhk8HQFMK3yNBjNazeF9jb9YVwTteTMaTRP7GBXk3_K429ugkNFeV7QsI20vsZDBzpROOn3BTuTMWy1ED45LvGgnUJWKwlE1XpXuSAWtF2_irIXmw9K7qGCSGi_Pk0J5AgedV9t35c98/s320/aquaduck_disney_dream_0907_rdax_676x483.jpg" /> <strong>AquaDuck</strong> on Disney Cruise Lines<br />AquaDuck is a thrilling "water coaster," whose entrance is on Deck 12, Aft aboard the Disney Dream. In a cruise industry first, Guests are propelled at high speeds from Deck 12, Aft through an acrylic tube on a breathtaking journey up, down, around and off the side of the ship, through the Forward Funnel and—following a mammoth drop—into a lazy river.<br />Developed by Disney Imagineers, this elevated water coaster—the first of its kind at sea—travels 765 feet and features exciting twists, turns and plunges. It was designed for adults and children at least 42" or taller. Single riders must be at least 54" or taller. Children under 7 may ride with someone 14 years of age or older, provided the child is at least 42" tall.<br />AquaDuck affords breathtaking views of the ocean and ship below—that is, if you're brave enough to keep your eyes open during this exciting ride! It also offers a bird's-eye view of the exciting new pools available to family, kids and adults on the Disney Dream.<br /><br />ok, tata for now.</p>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-54896072075406576572010-11-23T20:09:00.005-05:002010-11-24T08:24:29.531-05:00Day 01 – Introduce yourselfAt this point if you don't know my name, consider yourself an idiot, because all you have to do is look at the address bar.......idiot.<br />In case you're still dense, it's Lisa.<br />I'm a twenty something single mother to my eight year old daughter. She is my life. I'm a daughter to my parents, and sister to Meli. Sister-in-law to an ass bird, John. Aunty to Marky and Mason.<br />My family means the world to me, don't mess with them. My friends are my friends for a reason and I only roll with those who I know are going to be there for me, even when i'm a bitch (which is quite often). They can expect nothing but the same in return.<br />I'm bitter and angry, and some might even call me jaded. But I think those labels come in handy when need be. I think I am also loyal and honest and a realist.<br /><br />But we still have 29 more days left of reading, so don't judge this book by my introduction only.leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-60127710537882584012010-11-23T11:10:00.003-05:002010-12-07T09:48:14.843-05:0030 Day MemeSo haven't been here in a while. I do have ALOT to write about, but......yea.<br /><br />Soon time.<br /><br />In the meantime, I have decided to partake in this 30 Day Meme that i've seen floating around. Mind you, I have no idea what a meme is.<br /><br />This meme is as follows:<br /><strong><s>Day 01 – Introduce yourself<br />Day 02 – Your first love</s><br />Day 03 – Your parents<br />Day 04 – What you ate today<br />Day 05 – Your definition of love<br />Day 06 – Your day<br />Day 07 – Your best friend<br />Day 08 – A moment<br />Day 09 – Your beliefs<br />Day 10 – What you wore today<br />Day 11 – Your siblings<br />Day 12 – What’s in your bag<br />Day 13 – This week<br />Day 14 – What you wore today<br />Day 15 – Your dreams<br />Day 16 – Your first kiss<br />Day 17 – Your favorite memory<br />Day 18 – Your favorite birthday<br />Day 19 – Something you regret<br />Day 20 – This month<br />Day 21 – Another moment<br />Day 22 – Something that upsets you<br />Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better<br />Day 24 – Something that makes you cry<br />Day 25 – A first<br />Day 26 – Your fears<br />Day 27 – Your favorite place<br />Day 28 – Something that you miss<br />Day 29 – Your aspirations<br />Day 30 – One last moment</strong><br /><br />I will try to complete these at the end of everyday.<br /><br />Now, I shall go google meme.leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-29895128637733608952010-09-30T15:51:00.003-04:002010-10-01T11:15:26.309-04:00iPhone vs. BBOk, so <a href="http://www.melidoworld.com/">Meli</a> got a new BB the other day, not the torch but the <a href="http://na.blackberry.com/eng/devices/blackberrycurve.jsp">curve</a>, and I started playing with it. I got to say, it was quite fun. I especially liked that whole bb messenger option. Before I thought it was just like texting, and I was like, what's so great about that, but alas, I think that is great! Especially the smiley's.<br />The keys are alittle smaller than I like and it was difficult to type, but so was the iPhone at the beginning.<br />On the other hand, the iPhone is a computer, ipod and phone combined into one! Honestly it gets no better than that for functionality. The camera could be better though.<br />I love the apps because Babygirl can play with it to kill some time too. It has youtube, which again, kills time for Babygirl.<br />Plus, I don't really text that much anyways. But I think if I had a bb, Iwould ping everybody I know, just because I could, haha.<br />I love that option.<br />Maybe I will try to ping on text messages and see if it's the same affect, haha.<br /><br />Anyways, I guess I will just stick to my iPhone for now.....holding out for the iPhone 4 once I get some extra flow and it becomes available. But I definitely will be pinging everyone with Meli's phone, so look out now.leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-41684023612502990692010-09-27T19:16:00.003-04:002010-09-27T19:20:28.124-04:00You know what sucks??Having to consol your dad when he tells you he's scared and starts to cry.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMlidJOEeGDG2BHfRgK4xBgbQJrmFM7dEaDZt373rNHJ3vGLXE2wVrSmRzCNQCBrD2MFh6XS8uQB9qg0V5bScZO414Df_IHqwcoaN5bhbmiZU-eVKS32izk5YWHOOJbYSmfBalbLGaK0/s1600/rw.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521736718332939922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPMlidJOEeGDG2BHfRgK4xBgbQJrmFM7dEaDZt373rNHJ3vGLXE2wVrSmRzCNQCBrD2MFh6XS8uQB9qg0V5bScZO414Df_IHqwcoaN5bhbmiZU-eVKS32izk5YWHOOJbYSmfBalbLGaK0/s320/rw.jpg" /></a> That sucks.<br /><div> </div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-58146468941341945292010-09-14T16:16:00.002-04:002010-09-14T16:37:07.129-04:00You're still dick whipped<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmi60yHtqtJkpx5VMdyV-3-a18TBoxsgV9IFY-36iOhNun-0zXSlWGiKLbAw0xl_4j25apeEaDnOLEV6xdAa307K1uM_nhsJgwEc1jgB4aMhaNOVj5SQVrJ2f12dh_LN5VgUaRBDrs4TQ/s1600/pon-and-zi-42.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516870922469585602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmi60yHtqtJkpx5VMdyV-3-a18TBoxsgV9IFY-36iOhNun-0zXSlWGiKLbAw0xl_4j25apeEaDnOLEV6xdAa307K1uM_nhsJgwEc1jgB4aMhaNOVj5SQVrJ2f12dh_LN5VgUaRBDrs4TQ/s320/pon-and-zi-42.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Do not mistake my kindness for weakness</span></strong></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-65978626087760732292010-09-14T16:05:00.003-04:002010-09-14T16:06:27.281-04:00You spend all your hours just rushing around<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5l93UALuv0GRKQbQHYhAZ-b_b8j44DNE3YbTjD9Z_I6QSj1TDSAcXt1Yp_7YeWDg7ayxuGsipT2nfC1ykcuGGquIK6nRitmnL7SyeZ4PeLI2DLUpGLwmEN8VRzcQJcAfXuKD-Uyk9IY/s1600/a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ5l93UALuv0GRKQbQHYhAZ-b_b8j44DNE3YbTjD9Z_I6QSj1TDSAcXt1Yp_7YeWDg7ayxuGsipT2nfC1ykcuGGquIK6nRitmnL7SyeZ4PeLI2DLUpGLwmEN8VRzcQJcAfXuKD-Uyk9IY/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516863050446062674" /></a><br />Do you have a little time to have a little time for me?leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-45377962156196587692010-09-02T13:23:00.000-04:002010-09-02T13:24:58.346-04:00Boom bye bye.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxktZH4Lae5cygbv0cHHgjg5dL8aAe1TN-6-6F6duxW4SLL5PjcVLnGF0c44MQQjAFJO5j7tRjajGL8RkqzBKzSQp6CLjgefl_dL6C0D_335ivZKaYz-3cEa7fYfLikKT-IOOxJZqVys/s1600/b.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxktZH4Lae5cygbv0cHHgjg5dL8aAe1TN-6-6F6duxW4SLL5PjcVLnGF0c44MQQjAFJO5j7tRjajGL8RkqzBKzSQp6CLjgefl_dL6C0D_335ivZKaYz-3cEa7fYfLikKT-IOOxJZqVys/s320/b.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512368427248282146" /></a>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-88734333013620946142010-08-27T14:07:00.002-04:002010-08-27T16:48:11.008-04:00One prayer - Tell God to forgive for one sinMatter fact, maybe more than one<br /><br /><strong>Word Vomit</strong><br /><ul><li>I like Chris Brown more than Rihanna. I get it, he abused her and I think he should get some fingernails pulled out for that, but he is dealing with his reprimand. I also think Rihanna tries to hard. I just don't like her; her fashion sense, her artistic expression, her choices. Her songs since the attach haven't really been that good (IMO). The only songs that she sings that get alot of radio play are songs that she sings the hook on. She's kind of like the Neptunes (but I ♥ them). Onthe other hand, I am all about Chris Brown's songs post Rihanna beating.As a person, again I only know what I am exposed to through the media and since he is more or less shamed off the face of the Earth, I am not made aware of his doings. But i like the way he dresses more than the way Rihanna dresses and that is all I need to base my opinion on, thankyouverymuch.</li><li>I would like to know what goes through a dead-beat-dads (shall be refered to as DBD from this point on) head. I would just like to shadow them for a couple months (and get paid too, of course) and see how they fuction and what their mentality is. I really hate generalising and saying that all DBD are that way because they choose to be so and by no means of their own can't help it and that sometimes it's just society's way of stereotyping them. I mean, I know some single dads who take an active roll in their kids life. I want to know what makes those "bad apples" such bad apples. At which point do they decide that 'hey, maybe I didn't want this kid' and 'hey, maybe this isn't even my kid' and 'a mother can raise a child by herself, because maybe that kid doesn't even need another roll model in their life'. Because as we all know, the world is not filled with enough kids that know both their parents. I don't understand this natural responsibilty that comes over someone when they have a child as being absent. And again, i'm not necessarily blaming the DBD, because as a mother (the only view I know) it has always been to put my daughter first, and her needs and wants are my priority and responsibilty. She is me and everything (everything!) I do serves some purpose to her life. I want to find out where and what makes that disconnect happen to the DBD. </li><li>I think I might have been (in some subconscious, change the world type of way) responsible for what is happening. When someone asked what's new or what's going on in my life, I would always say 'nothing' or 'same old, same old'. I didn't mean it in a negative way and I wasn't complaining. I like consistency, I like regularity. I am not ooposed to change but I don't necessarily need it all the time. And then this happens. The worst possible change. I don't want it. I want it to go back to where my life was a constant. More so, I want my family to be celebrating the impending birth of another fat kid, instead of doubts and worries and unsettling prospects of what may, can and hasn't come/happened.</li></ul>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-8895074917902157992010-08-18T10:33:00.002-04:002010-08-18T12:41:04.967-04:00Lalala<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">“As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost. And when that happens, I guess she has to let go of the coulda, shoulda, woulda, buckle up and just keep going.”</span></strong></div><div align="center">- Carrie Bradshaw</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(You know the funny thing with Carrie is that I don't think she should've ended up with Big. They ruined so many lives and relationships only to end up together. Team Aidan!!)</span></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-38277832622568006922010-07-29T13:31:00.002-04:002010-07-29T13:32:11.682-04:00Don't believe the hype<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kbfrVQXhCMz0q6G4I0HBFI7k3F6LcyarfT4w2kepqexXHyTXbvQywBYz4lhgvq5MjrmndGDjUX2QK-CuILAN1WFaAPrNlmjcOiNQBirOKibAC99BPQfrzvHpKgk6V0xCPJC7zpy09Ao/s1600/quote.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499382246202306562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0kbfrVQXhCMz0q6G4I0HBFI7k3F6LcyarfT4w2kepqexXHyTXbvQywBYz4lhgvq5MjrmndGDjUX2QK-CuILAN1WFaAPrNlmjcOiNQBirOKibAC99BPQfrzvHpKgk6V0xCPJC7zpy09Ao/s320/quote.png" border="0" /></a> Dun dadda<br /><br /></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-28380025669588178612010-07-22T14:17:00.001-04:002010-07-22T14:19:53.301-04:00I bomb atomically<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Socrates' philosophies<br />and hypothesis can't define how I be droppin these<br />mockeries, lyrically perform armed robbery</span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496796665042724098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS_3zWXd7Muz3qZVRqLtd0w1NtVjoomRMR2IIWHgjzkTVFIwKe88EHkbrr_khQKGQ5M3WB6JBNWAnV13ziFAmkGn4YulokY7KnocGvLjwXb2YR0sMAC6PnXyrBn6r3UXhn72uTXYvN1g/s320/wu.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> I like this mat </p>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4371615145188503992010-07-13T15:51:00.002-04:002010-07-13T16:33:13.877-04:00That snake could be that chick<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">And that rat could be that cool cat, that's whispering "she's trying to play you for a fool, Black"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left">So yea, there's been things happening. And I think that it's been a real eye opener. It's almost enough to bring me out of my little safe place. It's brought change and unknown and everything that worries me. <br />But it's also brought realisation and clarity on alot of things that I didn't think to question before.<br />I found out that my immediate family (think Mommy, Daddy, Baby, Meli, John and their offspring) matter to me the most. <br />I found out that people I expect to be there, aren't. And I can't be upset at that. Why should they be there? It's just putting way too much faith in people. I hate having to rely on people for anything. I hate that feeling of not being in control of not handling something, because something else was missing. <br />I also found out, that some people are there for you through thick and thin. That the ones who are the furthest away make you feel like they are right here, when the people right here are not.<br />And finally, I found out, that damn, the poeple I had no faith in, can actually make an effort and might actually help the situation.<br />Human nature can surprise you when you least expect or want it. That can be applied to positive and negative ways.<br />I really hope that we have more positive instances.</div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-83789257232035768172010-06-24T13:14:00.002-04:002010-06-24T13:17:33.273-04:00I live for the nights that I can't remember<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">With the people that I won't forget</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>I teef''d it, b/c I thought it was funny.</strong></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometime this year, we taxpayers will receive an ' HST Compensation'' payment.<br />This is indeed a very exciting program, and I'll explain it by using a Q & A format:<br /><strong>Q. What is an 'HST Compensation' payment ?<br /></strong>A. It is money that the provincial government will send to taxpayers.<br /><strong>Q. Where will the government get this money ?</strong><br />A. From taxpayers.<br /><strong>Q. So the government is giving me back my own money ?</strong><br />A. Only a smidgen of it.<br /><strong>Q. What is the purpose of this payment ?<br /></strong>A. The plan is for you to use the money to purchase a high-definition TV set, thus stimulating the economy.<br />Q<strong>. But isn't that stimulating the economy of China ?<br /></strong>A. Shut up.<br /><br />Below is some helpful advice on how to best help the economy by spending your compensation cheque wisely:<br />* If you spend the stimulus money at Wal-Mart, the money will go to China or Sri Lanka ...<br />* If you spend it on gasoline, your money will go to the Arabs.<br />* If you purchase a computer, it will go to India , Taiwan or China .<br />* If you purchase fruit and vegetables, it will go to Mexico , Honduras and Guatemala ..<br />* If you buy an efficient car, it will go to Japan or Korea .<br />* If you purchase useless stuff, it will go to Taiwan .<br />* If you pay your credit cards off, or buy stock, it will go<br />to management bonuses and they will hide it offshore.<br /><br />Instead, keep the money in Canada by:<br />1) Spending it at yard sales, or<br />2) Going to hockey games, or<br />3) Spending it on a hooker, or<br />4) Beer or<br />5) Tattoos.<br />(These are the only Canadian businesses still operating in Canada . )<br /><br />Conclusion:<br />Go to a hockey game with a tattooed hooker you met at a yard<br />sale and drink beer all day !<br />No need to thank me, I'm just glad I could be of help.</span></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-46906983751951308222010-06-23T09:39:00.002-04:002010-06-23T09:45:13.953-04:00I'm standing on my Monopoly Board<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>(That means i'm on top of my game)</strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you for bringing back rap.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">♥ this white boy.</span></strong></div></span><br /><br /><object width="660" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Yuq7j17d3M&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Yuq7j17d3M&hl=en_US&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"></embed></object>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-48227805342567918332010-06-18T14:07:00.002-04:002010-06-18T14:11:10.973-04:00Girl, he ain't never had a love like mine<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdBnWHlEIHeTONK3Xx7aY6BoDpZ2cPjc2T_UgrLZnRIS3yj34yk89eugUowTFNjGUgmKo2vaQX1LueHQrZMzRzjtstZjZKZcGb-CaTGyjITSfMyJ7_Thfdyp65nDM2xI35W_jX4wwsBM/s1600/cup.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdBnWHlEIHeTONK3Xx7aY6BoDpZ2cPjc2T_UgrLZnRIS3yj34yk89eugUowTFNjGUgmKo2vaQX1LueHQrZMzRzjtstZjZKZcGb-CaTGyjITSfMyJ7_Thfdyp65nDM2xI35W_jX4wwsBM/s400/cup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484177378299416338" /></a><br /><CENTER><br /><a href="http://www.crumbs.com/cupcakes">NOM NOM NOM</a></center>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-64009983969531787102010-06-08T10:06:00.004-04:002010-06-14T12:49:55.354-04:00No welfare supportersmore conscious of the way we raise our daughters.....<br /><br />This was initally supposed to be a post about my wayward daughter, but I think she has endeared enough embarrasment for a while. <br />Instead, for your entertainment, I provide this:<br /><br /><strong>1. It’s 2AM and you are not home. You are more than likely:</strong><br />Sleeping over at Meli’s house or out dancing<br /><strong>2. What’s the last thing you spent more than $100 on?</strong><br />Babygirl’s sparring equipment<br /><strong>3. What do your bank checks look like?</strong><br />They’re green……….<br /><strong>4. Where did the shirt you are currently wearing come from?</strong><br />Suzy Shier<br /><strong>5. Name something that will be on your Christmas wish list:</strong>A condo<br /><strong>6. What color is your toothbrush?</strong><br />Green and white<br /><strong>7. Name something you collect and tell us about it.</strong><br />I collect receipts and that’s only because I never clean out my bag/wallet anywhere near enough.<br /><strong>8. Last restaurant you ate at. Who were you with? How was it?</strong><br />Pho, I went with Meli and as per usual, it was GREAT!!!!<br /><strong>9. Who was the last person you bought a birthday card for?</strong><br />Marky<br /><strong>10. What is your worst bad habit?</strong><br />Eating an excessive amount of junk food<br /><strong>11. Name a magazine you subscribe to?</strong><br />Nada<br /><strong>12. Your favorite pizza toppings?</strong><br />Anchovies, but no on else likes it<br /><strong>13. Whose number were you looking up the last time you used a phone book?</strong><br />A phone book??<br /><strong>14. Other than family, who is the person that you love most?</strong><br />Nah, family is all I have room for in my heart. I’m cold blooded.<br /><strong>15. What is the last thing you cooked?</strong><br />Que??? I do not cook.<br /><strong>16. Name something you wouldn’t want to buy used?</strong><br />Most things other than cars….and houses<br /><strong>17. Which shoe do you put on first?</strong><br />My right one<br /><strong>18. What is the last thing you remember losing?</strong><br />My mind……..<br /><strong>19. What is the ugliest piece of furniture in your house?</strong><br />Those cabinets we have in the dining room; they’re so aged and coolie looking<br /><strong>20. Last thing you bought and ended up returning?</strong><br />I’m sure it must have been something from Walmart……I don’t usually return things.<br /><strong>21. What perfume/cologne do you wear? If none, why?</strong><br />Lacoste Pink<br /><strong>22. Your favorite board game?</strong><br />Whatever Babygirl feels like playing at that moment.<br /><strong>23. What was the last board game you played?</strong><br />Checkers<br /><strong>24. Where did your vehicle come from?</strong><br />Toyota……….so Japan??<br /><strong>25. If a movie was made about your life what would the theme song be?</strong><br />Wow…..that’s a really good question…….umm, let’s see, the ommodores - Brick House, bwahahahaha<br /><strong>26. You’re sad, who can cheer you up easily?</strong><br />Babygirl, unless she’s the one who made me sad. Then no one!<br /><strong>27. What was the color of the bridesmaid dresses of the last wedding you went to?</strong><br />Red with black sashes I think.<br /><strong>28. What house cleaning chore do you hate to do the most?</strong><br />All.<br /><strong>29. What is your favorite way to eat chicken?</strong><br />I’m not so much of a poultry fan. Fried I guess…….<br /><strong>30. It is your birthday. You hope the cake is?</strong><br />Ice-cream, nom, nom, nomleeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-4109114020300771852010-06-01T22:11:00.002-04:002010-06-01T22:30:13.200-04:00Im chuckin my deuces up<div align="center">All that bullshit is for the birds<br /><strong>You aint nothin but a vulture<br />Always hopin for the worst<br />Waiting for me to fuck up up<br />You’ll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah<br />Who knows just what I need,</strong> she knows just what I mean<br />When I tell her keep it drama free<br />I told you that im leaving (deuces)<br />I know you mad but so what?<br />I wish you best of luck<br /><strong>And now im bout to throw them deuces up<br /></strong><br />Im on some new shit<br />Im chuckin my deuces up to her<br />Im moving on to something better, better, better<br /><strong>No more tryin to make it work<br /></strong>You made me wanna say bye bye, say bye bye, say bye bye to her<br /><br />Uh, Use to be valentines<br />Together all the time<br />Thought it was true love, but you know women lie<br /><strong>Its like I sent my love with a text two times<br />Call cause I care but I aint get no reply<br />Tryna see eye to eye but its like we both blind<br />Fuck it lets hit the club, i rarely sip but pour me some<br />Cause when its all said and done,<br />I aint gon be the one that she can always run to<br /></strong>I hate liars, <strong>fuck love Im tired of tryin<br />My heart big but it beat quiet<br />I don’t never feel like we vibin<br />Cause every time we alone its a awkward silence</strong><br />So leave your keys on the kitchen counter<br />And gimme back that ruby ring with the big diamond<br />Shit is over, whatchu trippin for?<br /><strong>I don’t wanna have to let you go<br />But baby I think its better if I let you know</strong><br /><br />Look, my shorty always on some bullshit like Chicago<br /><strong>So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow<br />Deuces, we aint got no future in tomorrow</strong><br />I’m a dick, so it shouldn’t be that hard to swallow<br />The other chick Im with never complain<br />She make wanna leave the one im with Usher Raymond<br />Probably didn’t register, don’t trip, later on it will<br />Shorty full of drama like gangsta grizzles<br />I finally noticed it, it finally hit me<br />Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me<br /><strong>I got a new chick, and she aint you</strong><br />She paula patton thick She give me déjà vu<br />And all that attitude, I don’t care bout it<br /><strong>But all that shit I do for her, you gon hear bout it<br /></strong>Breezy rep two up, two down<br /><strong>But im just puttin two up, chuckin up the deuce now<br /></strong><br /><br /><br /><object width="660" height="405"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tIr0rMZLcs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4tIr0rMZLcs&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="405"></embed></object></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-74352649484993728452010-05-27T11:08:00.002-04:002010-05-27T11:10:29.448-04:00Life ain't a rehearsal♪ The camera’s always rolling ♫♪<br /><br />A few things:<br /><br />1. The BP incident is crap. It’s pathetic to think that there were no measures in place to ensure something like this would never happen. Honestly, they need to go out of business or something because they are obviously not fit to run something as critical and dangerous as oil drilling. I mean, are there not protocols or anything in place to avoid situations like this? Why aren’t they gov’t regulated? Overlooking the fact that 11 of their own workers were killed (AND NEVER FOUND!!!) we now have a global crisis on our hand. And I say we, because even though I have never even heard of them before in my life, my future, and my kid’s future and maybe even my kid’s kids futures are probably going to me messed up because of this. Plus, I love seafood! The prices are now going to sky rocket, if there are even any species still left to eat! <br />2. Why is there always some sort of drama going on? I like the simple life, I do. I like having a carefree life (which is difficult with adulthood, I understand, but as close to it as I can get is great). I like having clear skin (well as clear as I can get). I like not having to care and worry about what people think or expect from me. I WANT TO BE ME. I think that my nonchalant attitude stems from when I got pregnant. My parents were so busy worried about what everyone thought, they were stressed beyond belief. My Mom actually told me that if my Dad were to get into an accident (he drives for his profession) it would be my fault because I put all this extra stress on him. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact that there youngest daughter, who hadn’t finished school yet, was now pregnant by a boy (yes, a boy) who didn’t have a job and hadn’t finished school. But I think the whole out of wedlock thing was a big contributor as well……..There were some family members that stopped talking to us, some who refused to let their kids talk to me and even some who convinced my mother that I should have an abortion. Since then, I have a total disregard of anyone opinions or ideas unless I asked for it. And even then, sometimes it was just to humour me; I could really care less about what they had to say. I just smile and nod. <br />I digress though. My parents are now dealing with some really close family friends (they went as far as to say the wife was close to my Mom like a daughter, and the husband was as close to my Dad as a brother) who have now stopped talking to my parents. It unfortunate, because they were that close. My Dad doesn’t know the whole extent of the situation, hell; I don’t even know the whole extent of the situation. All I know is that they have stopped inviting us out with them and are treating us like 2nd class friends. Personally, the only part that really bothers me (other than my parents being upset over it) is that Babygirl was really good friends with their son and now she probably won’t be able to play with him anymore.<br />3. Does anyone know how in tarnation to make a cardboard car????? Babygirl has a project where she needs to construct a car that rolls on wheels. Seems easy enough right?? Well, you’re wrong!!! We’ve tried with paper towel rolls and Kleenex boxes and even lids from drinks. She is on the verge of getting a C- if she can’t get this thing to roll. I’ve tried googling the answer and I don’t know how they came up with these ideas, but we’ve tried them and they don’t roll. Do I look like an engineer?? I’m a CSR for crying out loud, I can explain how to use excel. We have one more day to figure it out. Hoo boy, I hope we get it right!<br />4. <a href=http://nonosenuggets.blogspot.com>Neekee</a> and I have decided to never, ever go to a specific club ever again. Ever.<br /><br />That is all.leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-38505690115963176742010-05-18T16:36:00.001-04:002010-05-18T16:37:45.840-04:00Dear Haters:<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Before you go pointing your fingers, make sure your hands are clean"</span></div><div align="center"> -<span style="font-size:85%;"> Robert Nester Marley</span></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-38429577450370009962010-05-14T22:10:00.001-04:002010-05-14T22:13:23.782-04:00Just because Dude's got moves<object width="660" height="525"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTUHrWutG_w&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nTUHrWutG_w&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="660" height="525"></embed></object>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-17693502206921141182010-05-12T13:54:00.002-04:002010-05-12T14:01:59.577-04:00You give me a feeling that I've never felt before<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">“You know what I do with the people who mess with me or my family? I have a special circle reserved in hell for them!”</span></strong><br />- Victor Newman<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86E7_UjGP37mQMGfgn_l18HlrGM2oRoiVhnIq3SLHrHx-tUrYxN9dnoftSMS4vsdrqPGcicEvXjV1nG68f2GbRFrnEG9s6rt7NpYRvI8ljh83gYEx8jda8B6Ad07S42q6rM-5nT1gQ0A/s1600/s.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470445169088241842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi86E7_UjGP37mQMGfgn_l18HlrGM2oRoiVhnIq3SLHrHx-tUrYxN9dnoftSMS4vsdrqPGcicEvXjV1nG68f2GbRFrnEG9s6rt7NpYRvI8ljh83gYEx8jda8B6Ad07S42q6rM-5nT1gQ0A/s400/s.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">And I deserve, yes I deserve it.</span></strong></div>leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744473961721702110.post-56808921103583261262010-05-11T15:42:00.000-04:002010-05-11T15:43:05.599-04:00Too many times, I've been wrong<strong><centre>I guess being right, takes too long</strong></centre><br /><br />I know I’m a little late on the whole Mother’s Day Thing. So Happy Mothers Day to those who are doing a kick ass job, because, in short, you rock!!<br />However, with that being said, I don’t think that Mother’s Day should be a recognised day, if you will. I think it’s redundant to think you should be praised for doing something that you should be doing regardless. Is there a “Happy Breathing Day” at hallmark? How about a “Congratulations, you ate!!” card. Nope. I think when you take on the responsibility to be a parent that should be what you are all about. You should not be praised for doing something that you agreed to do anyways. You do not need an incentive to be a better parent. Your child progressing and growing is reward enough. <br />Yes, it’s true that without Mother’s that none of us would be possible and they helped mould us be what we are, but honestly a hug and kiss and “I love you” and “I appreciate you” every now and then goes a long way. Baby Girl actually said that she would not get me anymore presents and instead her gift everyday to me would be her love. It kind of put things in perspective for me; it’s actually all I need from her. <br />I actually think that Mother’s Day and Father’s Day should act as a slap in the face to the absentee parents. It’s kind of like; see you’re not here, so you don’t get the reward. It must suck to be you because, yes, my nights have been littered with sleepless, feverish nights and I have had bodily fluids spew from every possible hole in the human membrane come at me one way or another, and I have endured pain (physical, mental, and emotional) and sorrow at the hands at the one whom I love the most, but I would not change it or have it any other way. Because those evenings that I cannot go out and ‘hang out with my friends’, instead, I stay home and do homework, watch movies and play board games. Because I haven’t bought clothes for myself in close to 8 years, but instead my daughter rocks sparkles and gems and tiaras and pink and purple and flowery everything. Because I don’t get to eat out and have sushi or steak nearly anywhere as much as I would like too and instead eat everything with ketchup and alphabaghettios and go to McDonalds for the “girl toy”. <br /><strong>Yup, it must suck to be you.</strong><br /><br />So Happy Mother’s Day today, tomorrow and everyday after for those Mothers that make the world a better place to be in.leeesssaaahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17439796769600971370noreply@blogger.com0