Wednesday, December 30, 2009

working my way to 100

I have recently noticed that I am nearing my 100th post. In honor of the 100, I'm going to be doing a series of posts about other milestones in my life (just so you know, milestone has quite a broad definition in my book:). I will be counting down (or is it up?) to number one-double-oh.

But first, let me share a little about my wonderful Christmas.

I was supposed to leave after a half day of work on Thursday and make the 5 hour trek up to my parent's house. Unfortunately it didn't look like the weather was going to cooperate. Unprecedented amounts of snow were predicted and I was feeling bummed about possibly getting stuck in my apartment for the holiday.

Fortunately for me, my coworkers decided that wasn't going to happen. They fairly ganged up on me on Wednesday and insisted I was leaving by noon that day, as bad weather was supposed to be starting between 1 and 6. My boss even offered to let me use a vacation day. (I declined, since I will be needing that day in February when my *sister* from Peru comes to visit.) However, she did give me permission, so I didn't even lose my Christmas holiday pay! What a nice boss. As the morning progressed, so did the snow. It was already beginning to look bad out by 10:30 and the verdict was in. They sent me packing and headed toward my family.

I arrived safe and sound at home early that evening. I have never had so much time off for Christmas before, since I took one vacation day for Monday. As a matter of fact, I wasn't even able to go home the last two years at the holiday because of work. It was so nice and relaxing. I didn't wear makeup almost the whole time I was there, I stayed up 'til ungodly hours of the night and woke up at even less spiritual hours in the morning, I wore sweats until afternoon, ate 'til my pants didn't fit, and I had a great time with my family.

I also got some great loot: another wii remote, some furry slippers, a super soft blanket, a wool hat, a pretty heart necklace from Baby Brother, and a lot of stocking stuffers. All in all, it was one of our best Christmases. I think the holiday should always fall on a weekend! Can that be arranged?

Well, I can't talk about Christmas without mentioning the real meaning of the season--the birth of Christ. As I drove, I was thinking of a whole post I could do about this subject. There's so much that fascinates me about the events surrounding the incarnation of Christ that I can't even express all of them. Like, why did God choose one of the most scandalous ways imaginable to bring his son into the world? Even now, unwed pregnancies are frowned upon, but in those days, people were executed for them. Obviously we were let in on the secret, but imagine the stigma Mary must have felt only to be the chosen of God, the one who would bear his son into the human world.

Really, I could do a series of posts on this subject alone. There's so much to think about, and so much to be thankful for. And it's not that my Christianity is a crutch for me. On the contrary, it's a wheelchair, a veritable gurney! I don't say this simply because there are a list of rules that I practice or a bit or rhetoric that I spew. Even I have willingly strayed from my faith. I have broken every commandment, whether in practice or in attitude, and done so of my own will. But at the same time, I have seen him, I have experienced the one of whom the Bible speaks. When I left him, he never let me go. Maybe at one time in my life my faith was rhetoric and rules, but now it is much more. I'm not perfect. I don't have even half of everything figured out, but I am learning.

I don't know how to explain this. If you haven't experienced what I talk about, it may seem so weird and foreign. I can only imagine. But I hope that, in some small way, you are jealous. It sounds bad, but I wish that everyone could have what I have. And notice that I don't say "feel what I feel." Now happy feelings come along for the ride, but they are not the gas that powers the engine. There are bad times, too, as I'm sure you know if you have read any of my posts!

Well, this post is way too long so tomorrow I will continue working my way to 100 posts. Hang in there with me and help me visit some milestones from this first quarter of a century know as... my life.

catching up

This is, once again, a lunch time post. I feel like I don't have time to catch up on everything that I want to write. But I also really want to write something. I think I'll post some good old time memories in the days (day) before the New Year.

Here's a great one. I must have been about 5 or 6. We went to a church activity, probably a Christmas or New Years party. I remember getting ready to go and not being able to find my rainbow-striped, stretchy elastic, magnetic clasped belt. But I really needed it. My pants were falling down. So, being my father's daughter, and having been trained in the ways of "making do," I grabbed a length of twine and tied those pants up nice and tight.

Well, the church party got along and I'm sure we had a part where everybody was together, doing family activities. But my memory for the day comes from later that night. I was playing with my friends, running all over the place. I'm sure I'd had a lot of soda or something, probably the reason I was running with the friends. Then, all of a sudden, it hit me. I had to go PEE! I ran to the bathroom, forced my way in the door (it was very hard to get open, as I remember), rushed into the stall, and... I couldn't get the twine undone. I tried. I crossed my legs. I struggled. I did the pee dance. I fought with the twine. I fought the urge... I lost.

Yes, I had an accident right there in the bathroom right in front of my blessed salvation-the toilet. And all because I was unable to untie the makeshift twine belt. As I recall, I had to wear my snowpants the rest of the night.

Monday, December 21, 2009

tidbits from lunchbreak

Well, as the title eludes, I'm on lunchbreak at work. I really didn't want to take a break because I really just want to leave here as soon as I can. But my boss doesn't care for that. So I punched out and now I'm wasting away the time on the internet.

I have some deep thoughts that I want to share, but I don't have enough time right now. I guess I will just say that isn't it wonderful at this time of year? Ok... maybe not. There are actually a lot of things about Christmastime that make me very sad. But one good thing is that this is a time of year when you have a special opportunity to make others feel loved. I know, anybody could do that all year long, but there's just something about Christmas... Besides, I love buying presents. I don't know why. Maybe because I kinda like to get them. Hmmmm... That kinda sounds bad... I'm not greedy though! I promise!

Well, am done taking my sorry excuse for a lunch (I've been attending to people the whole time. GRRRRRRRRR... I'm so annoyed by that!) I will write more later!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

when it rains, it pours

And I'm not really talking about "blessings" in the traditional sense of the word. Why does it seem like everything breaks down at this time of year, just when I want to buy my friends and family Christmas presents? Sigh...

So here's the story. Yesterday I woke up to a quite flat tire. I took it to the mechanic, where they (very slowly) removed a nail from it and patched it up. At the same time, the serviceman told me something I already knew--there's a problem with my battery. It's dead. So I got a new one last night (after shopping 3 different stores in an effort to get the best deal). It is currently chillin' out in my back seat, just waiting to be installed later today. Unfortunately my battery didn't make it that long. I'm afraid he's sputtered his last...

So I placed a call to the wonderful AAA. The kind lady assured me that East Side Towing would revive said dead battery within 37 minutes. If it happens to be more, they'll give me a call. Thank you Triple A! Now I'm just sitting here, waiting, wasting time, which is, btw, money.

And that brings me to a previous "rain storm." See, last Monday I was sick. I called in to work. Yeah, can you believe it? That's a big deal for me, considering that I haven't called in since March of '08. Then I was trapped in my apartment on Wednesday because of the blizzard. I had two dental appointments scheduled for Tuesday and Thursday, so I arrived late to work those days. Then on top of that, there was yesterday and now today! The whole world seems to be against me ever arriving to work on time!

Sigh. This makes it difficult to earn money. Which, in turn, makes it difficult to buy presents. I know, I know, they are not the most important thing. We all just want to be together for Christmas, etc. etc. But I do want to buy presents... Oh well, I'll just have to make it up on birthdays.

At least I'm healthy, happy, and safe. I am loved, too! What more could a person ask for, right, with or without a battery.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

welcome to minnesnowta

such lovely snow...
too bad this town doesn't believe in snow removal
the blizzard ended yesterday at 1:00, but this is straight down the middle of the street


Wednesday, December 9, 2009


This morning I stepped through the pristine gates doors of Meadow Valley Orthodontics, received my paperwork to fill out from one of 7 smiling, brown scrub-wearing employees, sat my booty into a leather couch facing a mounted, inset 32-inch widescreen LED tv, surrounded by a beautiful shelving unit filled with wicker baskets which were, in turn, filled with toys and books and I thought to myself, "Self, you cannot afford this orthodontist." (I realize--run-on sentence. Thank you Miss Tweed. Third grade wouldn't have been the same without you.)

As I filled out the paperwork I mused about an orthodontist that I could afford. He would surely operate out of the bottom level of his home. It'd be kind of like a mullet--you know, business in the front, party in the back. Except that by "front" I mean lower level and "back" I mean upper level apartment. Then an even more affordable orthodontics rig ran through my mind, quite literally. It'd be a "mobiledontics." Kind of like a bookmobile, you know... or even a trailer. I'm picturing something kind of like a horse trailer or a small refrigerated unit, only without the cold. It'd be one of those silver metal jobs with a roll-up sliding door at the back. They'd let down a ramp and you'd haul yourself right into the "consulting office" separated from the "reception area" and "business office" by only a divider meant for a cubicle. I could afford that kind of orthodontics.

You'd think Meadow Valley wanted me to promise them 5 years of indentured labor or the birthrights of my first son.

Well, I haven't lost hope yet. I'm getting a second opinion. Heck, I'll even get a third or fourth one if I have to! Things can't be all that bad. As a matter of fact, I've heard good things about this place called Odontologia Guadalupe de la Virgen de las Nieves. They say they only charge 140 pesos per visit, so I think I'm in luck!

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

sticky note tuesday

Well, these are super late, but I was sick yesterday. I actually called in sick for the first time since March of 08. It was bad. But here are my stickies anyway.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

six word saturday

Here we go again. It's Saturday and I only have six words to describe my life as of right now.

Christmas shopping. Angel Baby. Happy Katie!

I'm going to be babysitting Angel Baby today! :D:D:D And also, while I'm in the city (so sad, I live in some tiny town {23,000. some ppl don't consider that small, but that's midwesterners for you} with almost no shopping options) I'm going to do some Christmas shopping.

It's actually really late at night, or early in the morning, whichever way you want to look at it. I don't feel very good and I know I should sleep, but I just don't want to for some reason. My body hurts and I feel like if I get in bed, I'll feel worse. Hopefully it's gone by tomorrow, because I really don't want to miss out on spending time with my amor!

Have a great Saturday bloggy friends! I'm sending a shoutout and a big hug to Raine from True Confessions of a Single Mother. I hope today is going better for you!

Friday, December 4, 2009

dreams of flying

Well, so far nothing has happened. I facebooked him last week and we had a short convo going on, but then it just dropped off and he never responded. That was last Wednesday. And like they say on He's Just Not That Into You, if he likes you, he will make it happen. The rest is up to you (the girl). And although, at first, he said he wanted to spend more time with me (seemed like he was interested) he hasn't really shown any interest lately, so I guess I'll just let it go.

My mom keeps saying that "at least this is encouraging for me." But I'm not really sure that I'm encouraged. In a way, I'm kind of relieved that he doesn't seem to be interested, because I'm so afraid to get into another relationship. On the other hand, I'm really sad about still being single. I want so much to have somebody who loves me, wants to be with me, thinks I'm beautiful, and wants to have a family with me. I can't even imagine that ever being true. It's almost like dreaming of flying.

So I don't really know what else to say. At least he looked my way for a moment, but I'm not sure I'm encouraged by that. I saw the Ex today and my eyes danced when they met his because, in my heart, I was laughing at him. I'm free. I'm the lucky one. And that is encouraging to me!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

hiding right in front of me

It's clear now that you never loved me
That's why you treated me like a piece of property
And it's obvious why you felt so much jealousy
Like your favorite toy, you didn't want to lose me
Even though you had others, you still wanted to use me
But now I see that I'm the one who's lucky
It was a long time before I could see
That away from you, I've finally been set free
The truth was hiding all along right in front of me

Monday, November 30, 2009

santa gave me an early present--a big tire around my waist!!

I'm about to make a conclusive statement, so brace yourselves. I will, undoubtedly, be one of the cutest preggers ever. I'm sure a baby bump will be quite becoming on me... BUT until then, this bloated lump of holiday cheer that is forming in my abdominal area has got to go! For reals, I want to eat everything-ham, turkey, pie, chocolate, flavored coffee, fried chicken (I don't know what that has to do with the holidays-hmmm maybe it's part of the Kwanzaa tradition).
Anyway, I don't think I'll be able to get rid of it exercising (see this post), or eating less. Really, who wants to to eat less at Thanksgiving or Christmas? So, basically I'm just saying that I want to be magically thinner without working at it at all. Can anybody tell me how to do that?

Actually I know several good ways.

1. Get sick. I got a bladder infection once and I let it go untreated. I was so tired that I slept for 16 hours in one day. I couldn't keep my eyes open, let alone eat. Getting sick is a great way to lose some weight. It's not very fun, though. Not to mention, nobody wants to be sick over the holidays.

2. Become really stressed. This is another great way to lose weight. A nice dose of stress will definitely keep your appetite down. Of course, stress is not exactly super fun either.

3. Fall in love. When I'm in love, I don't really eat. My appetite disappears. My tummy is already full... of butterflies! :D Laa la-laa la-laa! Who needs food?! Now, of the three choices, this may be the best... but at the same time the worst! I've been in love before, and it still hurts! It's been over a year, but as you can see from my tweets --> sometimes it still hurts. I'm not sure I want to be in love again, because I'm not sure there's hope for a truly happy love. I know some couples who seem to be happy, but I really don't believe it. They have to fight when nobody's watching. Life can't be as good as it looks on the outside.

So, maybe I'll just keep that little tummy there.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

six word saturday

I shouldn't be doing this right now cuz I'm working, so this is going to be short! :D hee hee hee

Thanksgiving rocks! Working on Saturday sucks!

You should play too. Check out

Thursday, November 26, 2009


BTW-I messaged Mr. Maybe and told him that he should hang out with us and play games this weekend. Unfortunately he's out of town, but here is his response: "Thanks for inviting me to play games. I would like to meet your parents but I’m not going to be here."

You think he likes me? I can't believe he wants to meet my parents! What does that mean?

the way things have changed...

I glanced at myself in the mirror today as I washed my hands. "Wow, my hair is growing. You can already see a line where my natural hair color is showing. When did I dye my hair anyway?"

I tried to think, but I couldn't remember any cues. Then it hit me. I put it as my facebook status. "I can't believe I just dyed my hair."

Then another, almost stunning though hit me. When did we start measuring time in facebook? When did I become so lazy as to stop thinking in calendars and days, hours and moments? When did I have to look up my life as recorded in real time on twitter, facebook, even this blog. When did my memory forget how to remember?

Monday, November 23, 2009

my thankful-for's

Painting by Henry Ossawa Tanner - Thankful Poor

I woke up this morning and I was so comfortable in my nice warm bed, wrapped up in my many blankets and coddled by my fluffy pillow. I jumped out of bed and wrapped up in my fuzzy bathroom. I made my way toward the bathroom and jumped into the shower, where I had hot water to last for an hour. I lathered up in my vanilla scented Olay ultra moisturizing body wash and washed and conditioned my hair. Even though it was cold outside, my house was warm. I returned to my room and dried my hair with a blow dryer. It took me a long time to decide what to wear because I couldn't choose which of my many clothes I wanted to wear. And guess what? I have always been this blessed. You know, we struggled a lot when I was a kid, but we never went hungry. We were never without heat. Our cars broke down, we went without, we sacrificed for the things that were really important, but we never lacked anything that we really needed.

I say all of this to say how thankful I am for my life. Every moment this morning I was realizing just how much I do have and how many people don't have the same. Every year as the temperature drops and Thanksgiving rolls around I realize just a little sliver of how blessed I truly am.

What are you thankful for?

Sunday, November 22, 2009

hunting shack and other adventures...

Here we see the essence of "The Shack." Hunting + Relaxing + Rustic Sloppiness = The Shack.
In this room a man and his wife raised 5 daughters. Yeah, I know... crazy! I can't imagine raising a family in the shack as it is now, and the size has since been quadrupled!
Look! A sink complete with working water pump! And look, people who are younger than me who had to do the dishes. You know, there are some perks to this getting old thing.
This is what it's all about. Playing games with the fam!
Baby brother, me, and TimTim
I don't really think there's a need to say anything... This picture speaks for itself.
That's my dad with the 13 foot tall Christmas tree we cut from the woods by the shack. It was perfect!

There's Dad, and me, and Baby Brother.

And here's me and Mom.
I don't know why I'm grinning so gigantuously (I know it's not a word. Well, wasn't a word...)

Italian Roomy and me, with traditional Christmas decorating tinsel hair and Santa hats.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

six word saturday

You know how it works. Describe your life in 6 words. Here goes:

Thanksgiving at the family hunting shack

Welcome to northern Minnesota my dear readers. It is hunting season and we're not going to let anything get in our way. As a matter of fact, we're having the whole family Thanksgiving dinner at the shack today. :D I'll take pics so you can see what it's like. And I'm warning you, it's a different world here...

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

I remember when... flirting was still innocent. You know, you catch a cute stranger's eye. You pass him. He speeds up and smiles at you. You flutter your eyelids and grin. He passes you. This process usually continues until one party veers off the common road.

That is how car flirting should go. Last weekend I had an experience with an awful new form of car flirting. Here's how it went:

Pretty Roomy and I were driving home after the movie we went to with Mr. Maybe (I can't call him Mr. Right. I'm not sure yet and I don't know him well enough). Anyway, we were driving home on the highway. I turned to see an SUV with a younger guy driving it. He noticed me, but I didn't pay any attention. I was deep into a convo with PR. I turned again to see Young Guy staring at me like a dork. I did the giant cheesy smile and childish wave. Then I ignored him again. I continued talking to PR... probably about Mr. M. Then I turned to see YG's friend, Stupid Guy, who I hadn't even noticed, hold up a hastily made paper sign reading "SHOW BOOBS."
Whatever happened to innocent car flirting? When did we ever go straight from cheesy grin to frontal nudity? What is this world coming to?

Monday, November 16, 2009

sticky note tuesday

Ok, so it's Tuesday. You know what to do. Write some stickies saying everything in a nutshell! Here goes!

Friday, November 13, 2009

date update

Ok, so I know I need to let you all know about the date. Now I know it has taken me a few days to get this on to paper the computer. Don't worry. It's not because the date was bad. I really like him. It's just that my sister-in-law already grilled me about it, then I told my mom, then I told my roomies, then the girls at work. Oh, and not to mention, I haven't really don't this dating thing, well, ever before. I guess with my ex's it was more like... well... not dating, that's for sure. With Alex, we started off as friends and it progressed form there. With Carlos, we started off acquaintances and then... I don't want to talk about the rest. Let's just be glad that's in the past! Hallelujah!

Anyway, now the pretty much most handsome, smartest, most talented man I will ever know, is interested in me! Can you believe it? I never dreamed anybody like that would even give me a second look. :D So here's the lowdown on the first date:

He came to pick me up at my brother's house. When he came in, my bro, being the nice guy that he is, started up a conversation. For about 5 minutes, they jabbered on in a language I didn't understand--computer. Lol. He's an electrical engineer, well, studying to be one. Actually, he's doing a coop right now with a computer company here in the area, so he is really doing the work. Anyway, the SIL and I had no idea what was being said, but at least they have something in common.

Then we went out to the restaurant. He made me choose where to go, and I guess I'm really not that good at picking restaurants, but it is the best Chinese place in town. So we went there ordered our food. We just had a good time talking and getting to know each other. I won't cover every topic that we talked about, but he did tell me something about his family and his job and everything that you talk about on a first date.

But the most interesting part was something he told me about a test he had to take the next day. Even as he spoke the words, I could not believe my ears. He said he was taking his test for the ham radio license. And I quote my sentiment exactly, as spoken in the words of Nacho Libre, "Those are my favorite things to do, too, every day of the week!" Well, just kidding about that, part, but it was truly amazing. That's because my dad is a huge fan of ham radio. My dad, mom, and older brother actually all have their ham radio licenses. I took the test, too, but failed. Mostly because I attempted such a feat at the tender age of nine. I don't think my dad had really thought that one through...

Anyway, I don't see how this guy could get any better. Right off the bat he has something in common with my brother and my father. And those are the two people (besides me, of course) who needed to be impressed the most.

Well, it is now ridiculously late and I need to get up early for church tomorrow. I'm so going to regret staying up this late later, I just know it. BUT there's more in the (insert clever nickname for dreamy man here) saga. We actually went out tonight, too. More on that later.

BTW... I need help coming up with a clever name for the dreamy man... Any suggestions? I thought of Knight in Shining Armor-KISA, but it's too soon to call him the man of my dreams. I don't even know him that well yet. So-suggestions! Please!

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


So guess what? I have a...

date tomorrow... Yes, I am whispering again. I know, it's hard to hear me, but I don't want to break the spell!

Ok, you can change your browser font back to a normal size. I've stopped whispering. But don't worry. I'll let you know how everything went.

And on another note all together...
Happy Veteran's Day to all! God bless all those who have served, are serving, and will serve--Grandpa (I'll never forget you and I'll always love you, even though you're gone), Uncle D, Baby Brother (you're the best, very strong, and they'll make you even stronger), Cuz, Natty and Hubby (baby girl, I'm praying for you while they kick your butt out there at basic!). I love you all.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

moving on... and UP

For all of you who read my Sticky Note Tuesday post and the stickies to my ex, here is an update. Funny how all this time I was hating on my ex and glaring at him and ignoring him etc, he continued to stop by the HR office and talk to his good ol' friend, Drama Queen. For months he has come to the office one, if not two, times a day. I know he can't really be that interested in Drama Queen. And I know him well enough to know that he is an attention junkie. It doesn't matter if I'm glaring at him, sending him Morse Code hate messages with my eyelashes; he just wants my attention--and preferably my affection. But you know, he'll take that or leave it. Well, probably not so much anymore, but he's a creep like that. I don't think it matters that he's married now. As I've come to see, he's not the most faithful person in the world. And in the end, he just wants me to keep thinking about him.

Well, it really ticked me off that on my birthday he, as usual, came into the office, looked directly at all the "happy birthday" balloons on my desk, and just walked right past me. He never said a word. So I decided a long time ago that when his birthday rolled around, I was going to be different. I would make a special effort to wish him a happy day.

As soon as I walked in in the morning, he was already there. "Happy birthday!" I said with a friendly smile on my face. He thanked me and left.

But that's not all. He came back on his lunch break. As he walked out to leave I stopped him, again saying "Happy birthday. You're really old now," I joked. He seemed uncomfortable, like he didn't want to talk to me. But at least he said thanks and left.

And here's the good great news... (drumroll please) I haven't seen him since Monday! He hasn't been back in to the office since the day of his birthday. Now perhaps he and DQ are fighting or something, but I don't think so. I think I finally got to him. As one of my friends put it, "he sees now that you don't care anymore. You're ok with everything and you're moving on."

And it's true.

I'm moving on. Because... Shhhhh now... I met a guy. I know, I'm whispering. That's because I don't want to break the spell. Nothing has happened yet, but he did say that he would like to spend more time with me.

I'm afraid to say anymore. Besides, nothing has really happened. There's no news to tell. Hopefully there will be. I'm not sure I'm ready for any of this and I'm really scared to death of relationships, but you never know. This could be the one that changes everything. I'm just not sure I'm ready to put myself out there again. It could be one more tragedy... Or it could be the best thing ever. Gulp.

Well, this post reminded me of a poem I wrote a long time ago, back in 2007 during my senior year of college. I think it deserves to be re-posted, so here goes.

closer to nothing

every day i come closer to finding
i know less and less every day
every step i take takes me farther
from where i thought i wanted to be
and when i stand and look in the mirror
i see a face whose dull eyes i don't recognize
and then i walk away

every day it gets harder to step out on a limb
to put myself up for scrutinization
i just want to walk away
and go back to the places where i have been
and if i thought this was hard before
i didn't know what it would be
to stand empty-handed at the door
and to have no one answer me

six word saturday

Here's my life, as of right now, in six words:

Thinking of and praying for you.

and just because I can't really make my life as succinct as six words, another one:

Finally, a Saturday just for me!

Now go play along!

Monday, November 2, 2009

sticky note tuesday

Ok, so making this collage took me way, way, WAY too long!!! Oh, and I wanted to make a cool collage, but that didn't work out. I'm completely fed up and now I have to go to bed. But at least check out my stickies. GOOD NIGHT!

BTW, if you have a better way to make an awesome (emphasis on AWESOME) collage, let me know. Mine is obviously laking in awesomeness... I am also actually watching my sanity slowly melt away over trying to make this thing! Last week one girl had a rockin' awesome collage and I tried to do the same thing, with little success. If you are that girl, PLEASE--tell me how you did it!! Also, why does Supah's sticky show my background behind it, and mine never do? Another Q... how do you add the option of related posts at the bottom of the post. Supah, you have it on your page... And another one--WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?? Plus also, why do hotdogs come in packages of 8 and buns in packages of 10?? Do they think we want extra bread?! ...Oh, sorry. I think I'm getting carried away.

Ahem yeah... Uh you should play along with Supah Mommy and the rest of us crazies super-cool bloggers! Click the sticky!

Saturday, October 31, 2009

six word saturday

Here are my six words.

Ding-dong. Trick or treat! Happy Halloween!


Babysitting Angel Baby = very happy auntie!

Happy Halloween from H-Dog and Angel Baby!

You should play along, too. Just describe your life in 6 words and post the linky pic at the bottom. Link up on Show My Face and share the fun.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

sticky note tuesday

So, this post is really late for being a Tuesday regular... But here are my sticky contributions for today.

This is what my children would look like if I had had a kid with my last to ex's and a random friend from high school. My kids will be so cute!

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