tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22848874367975696772024-03-13T13:11:09.187-07:00KeLL's BeLLs Life's Thrills
My rants about any dadgum thing under the sun...
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-82866106990101605862008-07-03T20:15:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:20.236-07:00Happy Cinco de Mayo!!!<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SG2YK_jtUmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3gXCEyJR-8w/s1600-h/flag2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218994857819591266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SG2YK_jtUmI/AAAAAAAAAOw/3gXCEyJR-8w/s320/flag2.bmp" border="0" /></a>Cinco de Mayo is more fun to say the HAPPY FORTH OF JULY!!! But yes!! I hope all of you have a safe Forth and for those whom don't live in the USA...you can celebrate...we won't playa hate! Annnd my best friend (aka Maid of Honor) is going into labor tonight (the 3rd) and will probably have her baby on the 4th!! Isn't that cool!!? Sooo I'm hoping that she poops out that baby and I get to have a brand new baby in my arms (I've been having baby fever!). Stay safe everyone!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-35444053071686127652008-06-25T21:19:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:20.577-07:00Yippy Yip Yip Yip!!<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SGMcg7hAxZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zo76-ocg3Y4/s1600-h/zoo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216044145482712466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SGMcg7hAxZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/zo76-ocg3Y4/s320/zoo.jpg" border="0" /></a> The looooong, and I do mean LONG....wait is ovah!!! I am proud to mention that I am the parent of a very, and I do mean LAZY, baby!! Nothing is wrong with him!! Yippy!! He is just really stubborn (like his parents) and wants to do things at his own pace. Today he had an appointment with neurologist and she found nothing wrong. He has started physical therapy and is NOW finally pulling himself up and climbing up our stairs (after I tempted him with a chocolate doughnut). I am still probably going to post here and there though. Lately, there is just so much crazy people bothering us...(I have a few good stories, like how we called the police on a drunk harassing us at home and 4 cop cars showed up. And how my brother-in-law decided to call my mother-in-law at work and decided to threaten to kill her co-workers. Fun times follow us!) Also, I get to start work again! 2008 is proving to be a very interesting year for Jonathan and I. But in the end we prevail and that's all that matters, right? Thank you all for your cares and concerns. I've been busy trying to keep my 5 yr old and my 1 yr old busy. And trying to get that baby to walk! I haven't been able to tell each and everyone of you thank you for everything. Yes, thank you all sooooo much and I love you all!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-28438310339698005522008-05-01T09:59:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:20.787-07:00I'm going crazy.<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SBoEN3uXehI/AAAAAAAAAOY/warYMST-A_4/s1600-h/coolbaby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195469756468525586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SBoEN3uXehI/AAAAAAAAAOY/warYMST-A_4/s320/coolbaby.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">Sorry I haven't been around posting much. It's just one damn thing after another. And now the center of my focus is on Baby Nicky..again. I took him in for his check-up and told them he is STILL not walking. And then I get this, "You should have brought him in at 15 months! If babies don't walk at 15 months there could be a problem". Well thanks! The last doctor told me not to worry and he's just probably lazy. Long story short, I have to take him to the neurology department at the university because they think he might have cerebral palsy. Why do they have to tell you what your child "might" have? I don't want to know! Don't make me more freaked out than I already am, right? Just say, 'take him here to get him checked out. We'll get a better idea why he's not walking'. Moving on. So I'm trying to get him an appointment and I still can't get him in...even with the doctor's referral. Nice. I'm going around in circles trying to get him in, but it seems like nothing is happening. Except making me more depressed. I've cried a few times over this. There is a little tiny bit of hope that I do clench tightly to. After Nicky's appointment, I visited my mother and she introduced me to a woman that has kids the same ages as Nate and Nicky. Her and I got to talking and she told me about her friend that went through the same thing I'm going through. Nothing was wrong with her friend's son. He was just lazy and/or slow, and didn't start walking until he was almost 3! I was thinking...Good God! I don't know if I could carry Nick around everywhere until he was three, but if it meant he was not sick I could deal with it. Anyway, that's what's up. I'm not going to be posting, I don't really feel up to it. But when things start moving smoothly again blog wise, I'll bug you guys and tell you. Take care!! Love you all!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-62305319304111370222008-04-17T11:24:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:21.003-07:00Part 2!We went on this fun tour that took Jon & I around Oahu.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190283862984680114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeXrJCk4rI/AAAAAAAAAMg/WT16PM934gE/s320/volcliff2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284498639839954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYQJCk4tI/AAAAAAAAAMw/cxY9KXgSJAc/s320/dole.jpg" border="0" /> <div><div>Dole Plantation! They had pineapple everything! Ice cream, candies, fresh pineapple slices...I'd just wished I liked pineapple... :/<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284966791275282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYrZCk4xI/AAAAAAAAANQ/obffS22vfow/s320/mountain.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284490049905346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYPpCk4sI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dy4ePovGSoo/s320/church.jpg" border="0" />This is a Baptist church that also owned a golf course at the bottom of a cliff. And this is what happened at the top of the cliff...The Battle of Nu'uanu Pali.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284953906373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYqpCk4vI/AAAAAAAAANA/p9QRJLqn6Bo/s320/battle.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284958201340674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYq5Ck4wI/AAAAAAAAANI/U3nVCnXP_zs/s320/tourguide.jpg" border="0" />This was our tour guide! He was from New York and talked like my Lobstah! He was so fun! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190284502934807266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeYQZCk4uI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gu6YkvVXFDc/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" />Our view outside of our room. Looks like a postcard, huh!?<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190291520911368994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeeo5Ck4yI/AAAAAAAAANY/NjVDmzuIIvo/s320/luau1.jpg" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190291525206336306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAeepJCk4zI/AAAAAAAAANg/fnS-Ef8ZNHk/s320/luau2.jpg" border="0" />We went to Germaine's Luau. I loved it! The dancers show you the different kinds of hula dancing! Those girl's hips move 100 mph, it was crazy!! We also went on a bike & hike. This is us after biking, and that is Honululu behind us!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292886710969154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAef4ZCk40I/AAAAAAAAANo/PEzBcKaQJxo/s320/bikenhike1.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190293183063712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAegJpCk45I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LvIFX2kXWk8/s320/boots.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />This is me before the hike. I had brand new white shoes, but I didn't want them to get dirty, so they gave me these boots!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292895300903762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAef45Ck41I/AAAAAAAAANw/A-BtwYep1Wo/s320/bikenhike2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292903890838370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAef5ZCk42I/AAAAAAAAAN4/IgxSVo92r48/s320/bikenhike3.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190292908185805682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/SAef5pCk43I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-P3c7w03f5U/s320/bikenhike4.jpg" border="0" />That day wore me out!! Plus, I almost wiped out on a bike! haha But it was a really fun trip!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-36360884150873706572008-04-03T16:41:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:21.213-07:00Mmm..Another Sex Tape!When I saw this on Dlisted, I just about cried!! It's a sex tape of Ryan Phillipe and Veatrice from the Jimmy Kimmel Show. I always thought Ryan was one of those guys that was always serious...I'm JEEELLLLUSS of Veatrice!! I want you to get the fck up off of my leg Ryan Phillipe!! Enjoy!<br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPECCz8uwck&hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-6858385491724899482008-04-03T09:54:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:21.410-07:00Honeymoon Time!<span style="font-size:85%;">We went to Honolulu, Hawaii for our honeymoon. I highly recommend that you visit Hawaii sometime in your life. Jon and I promised each other that every 5 years we're going back. Watch out Hawaii, I'm coming back 2013! We were thinking about taking the kids there, but screw that! If they want to go, they can pay for themselves!! haha jk. It was so weird that I had no one to take care of (except myself) for a whole week! If we wanted to go somewhere, we could just GO, instead of having to find someone to baby sit our kids. One night we didn't want to be in our hotel room, so we just walked to the beach. Moving on! I have tons of pictures so this will probably be a 2 part post-thang. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185142254762859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VTaJ0CHCI/AAAAAAAAALI/RI2WAmyeVYA/s320/clearwater.jpg" border="0" />Just to show you how clear the water is!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185142259057826866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VTaZ0CHDI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gPa25LnnEYI/s320/beach.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185142263352794178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VTap0CHEI/AAAAAAAAALY/m8iistE75ag/s320/frhere2eternity.jpg" border="0" />This is where they filmed part of From Here to Eternity... and then that big wave comes splashing down... <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185142267647761490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VTa50CHFI/AAAAAAAAALg/CPQ0Q6K18bs/s320/frhere2eternity2.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149204019944546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VZup0CHGI/AAAAAAAAALo/JnxKoeidd80/s320/sub.jpg" border="0" />We took a submarine ride and we saw sunken ships and airplanes that crashed. While we were down we saw sharks, tons of fish, sting rays, and my favorite sea turtles! Arrrrr!! Sea turtles!! Strapped to my boots! (sorry Pirates of the Caribbean moment) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149212609879154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VZvJ0CHHI/AAAAAAAAALw/G1y8ieztUC4/s320/seaturtle.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149216904846466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VZvZ0CHII/AAAAAAAAAL4/9JeGU9r-O50/s320/ussarizona2.jpg" border="0" />This is the U.S.S. Arizona. When you go there you have to watch a 20 minute movie about what happened. And they have a lot of footage of the devastation. The reason they had this video of everything was because one soldier wanted to show his parents where he was and what he did, so he was filming and then hell broke loose. I cried. These were kids that were under attack, 17,18,19 yr olds. A lot were brothers. I felt so bad for the parents. I don't know what I would do if both my boys died. And Nathan is driving me nuts because every time he sees a military commercial he says, I'm going to do that. I know he's only 5, but its like, what if? He's been saying it for 2 years now...anyway. Whatever he does, I'll support it! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185149221199813778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VZvp0CHJI/AAAAAAAAAMA/c6V6zXL2ZH8/s320/ussarizona1.jpg" border="0" />This is the oil that is leaking from the Arizona. Right when you step out on the memorial you can smell the oil. And the feeling is just so heavy. It's hard not to cry. Right before you go to the memorial they tell you, "This is the soldiers grave, please have respect for them and reframe from talking." And while most people kept it quiet, only the really old people and the Japanese were talking loud. I can get the old folk, perhaps their old, hairy ears don't work anymore...but the Japanese, I don't know. God bless Japanese people, I don't hate them, but it makes you paranoid when they are talking loud and laughing at the memorial. That's all I going to say about that! ...uh.. onward!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185155036585532578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_VfCJ0CHKI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xY2S-VCsqEI/s320/ussmissouri.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And this is the U.S.S. Missouri. It also was damaged during the air raid, but they were able to salvage it. It was amazing to see that battleship. Truely amazing! Def. see the U.S.S. Arizona. There is also a museum of what the kids did on the ships (baseball teams, etc.) as well as the telegrams that was sent to the families about there loved ones death. Well that is all I'm going to post for now. I'll get another post up soon!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-3507408308831380522008-04-01T12:03:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:21.608-07:00What You've Been Waiting for?<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Five. Five Dollar. Five Dollar Footlooooong. Curse you Subway and your damn jingle!! I've been singing that song for days!!! If I can't get that song out of my head, well then, I'll subject you all to the same fate!! Sorry! Got a little bit out of hand there...Okay here they are. My wedding pictures. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184357641547291442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KJzp0CGzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/aOrAFHYMLC8/s320/kellchris.jpg" border="0" /> My brother & I. If I was a guy, I would look like my brother. Tee hee. Genetically, we both have the exact same facial features. It's neat that we have the same mouth because his son and Nick both have our mouths. You can tell they are related! But thats another post! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370075477613490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KVHZ0CG7I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/K-iy9RRSQPI/s320/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184360231412571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KMKZ0CG6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/R8dWptE8_-c/s320/Picture+047.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370084067548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KVH50CG8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Vr4_VxQythc/s320/bridesmaids.jpg" border="0" />My lovely bridesmaids!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184360218527669138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KMJp0CG5I/AAAAAAAAAKA/I98R7rvjaOc/s320/Picture+053.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184357645842258754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KJz50CG0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/wJ3bRXGOsr0/s320/bridegroom2.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184376633892674578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KbFJ0CHBI/AAAAAAAAALA/VvS7aanu5TU/s320/family.jpg" border="0" />Our lovely family that we had out of wedlock! ;)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184358612209900386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KKsJ0CG2I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Q4dnS-2C1iY/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184358620799834994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KKsp0CG3I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Gq7kNwqB0lw/s320/flipflops.jpg" border="0" />I just wanted to show the flip flops I wore during my wedding! Tee hee!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184358607914933074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KKr50CG1I/AAAAAAAAAJg/71DwV8vQzAk/s320/bride.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">I like this picture only because I think I look cute like Meli!! She smiles all cute!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184360214232701826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KMJZ0CG4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ANLw2F3G1HY/s320/everyone1.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370092657482706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KVIZ0CG9I/AAAAAAAAAKg/RdkA2UIy2zs/s320/cake2.jpg" border="0" />Cake time!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370870046563298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KV1p0CG-I/AAAAAAAAAKo/1LZhT39LUmw/s320/recept1.jpg" border="0" />At the dinner!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370891521399810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KV250CHAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/4CHyLhl2vj8/s320/recept2.jpg" border="0" />All of my close friends! (from left to right) Maid of Honor, Laura, my friend Cynthia that I grew up with (she visited me from out of town!), Kathleen, moi, Ashlie, Christy and Lindsey.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184370882931465202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_KV2Z0CG_I/AAAAAAAAAKw/uWCg7oohkHg/s320/trouble.jpg" border="0" />This picture is of the Best Man (left) Jon and then me. When I first saw this picture, one word popped into my head. Trouble. Haha!! Well trouble for Jonathan...And thats pretty much it. I WILL post about my honeymoon, only because I KNOW I had a past life in Hawaii. That's the most beautifulestally place I have ever been in my life. I loved it there. Plan a trip to Hawaii, trust me, it's worth it.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-41599423999175424102008-04-01T08:37:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:21.807-07:00Let the Good Times Roll!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Baby is finally better. Although, he is getting his 1 yr molars and is extremely cranky. His ear is still leaking out fun-ness, but just a tiny bit. But all in all, he is doing a lot better so thank you for your kind wishes! xoxo<br /></span><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Now onto the good stuff. You know how I told you have have no drunk pictures of me?? Well I kind of lied. I don't have any pictures of my drunken ass-ery, but my friend does! Soo here is my drunk ass during the bachelorette party. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184303791247334050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_JY1J0CGqI/AAAAAAAAAII/h7q-stAtMI4/s320/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /> Okay, I wasn't drunk here. --^Lindsey and I were getting ready! This is just my sense'o'humor shinning through!!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184311698282126098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_JgBZ0CGxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/miZch5pFbns/s320/Picture+025.jpg" border="0" /> Christy was trying to take a picture of me stuffing my face with cake, but she couldn't get it. So, being the great funny friend that I am, I posed with my mouth wide open, eatin' my cake! Key word here is POSED!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184303795542301362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_JY1Z0CGrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/T-6JIU34_so/s320/Picture+031.jpg" border="0" /> Lindsey and I dancing...before the alcohol set in.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184310487101348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_Je650CGwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sR6EsMFRfus/s320/Picture+033.jpg" border="0" />Around this time, I'm feeling pretty good.<br /></span><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184307888646134498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_Jcjp0CGuI/AAAAAAAAAIo/-HUHn1xdjPQ/s320/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Kathleen and I...the alcohol finally sets in, hence my dumb 2 in the pink, 1 in the stink pimp face. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184304667420662466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R_JZoJ0CGsI/AAAAAAAAAIY/OEhgOYZY99M/s320/Picture+032.jpg" border="0" />Allkeehall makes me feel gooooooood. I look like I'm pregnant again! haha. And that's all the drunk pictures she had...so there! :P</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-29622028129676880752008-03-29T13:42:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:22.014-07:00Poor BabyI would love to post all the wedding pictures, but Baby Crawfish is really, really sick. Last week he had a small fever, wasn't eating and didn't want to do anything except lay in my lap. Thursday I took him into the doctor and they said he has ear infections in both ears and a throat infection. Great. My poor baby. Got some antibiotics and thought everything was going to be okay. Four days after taking his antibiotics he still has a fever and his eardrum burst so its leaking out gooey cuteness. And he was crying more than before. So I took him to urgent care Easter night, 10 minutes before the urgent care closes. The doctor said his anitbiotics weren't working so she gave him a stronger antibiotic. His ear should be fine, but she told me to make an appointment with an ear,nose and throat doctor. . I did and took him in. The antibiotic seemed to work and he will be okay. So, sorry for the break in posting. I should be back next week!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-13069355940218345572008-03-18T17:24:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:22.228-07:00The Final Countdown! Part 2!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Finally its time to get married! Since my father was so sick, he didn't make it, so my brother walked me down the isle. Right when it was my turn to walk down the isle, I'm thinking, that Taco Bell was not a smart idea. It's about to be down the front of my dress since I was so nervous. But I didn't spew!! The first things that went through my mind was...look up & smile. I have a bad habit looking at the ground when I walk. Escpecially when I'm really nervous! So it was like..take a step, look up at everyone a smile. Take a step, keep looking up and keep smiling. Take a step, don't even think about looking down and wear that damn smile. After that, everything was like a walk in the park. Our pastor made a Seinfeld joke durring the wedding and I thought, too cool! And when it came to our vows, I smiled and said them all without a tear! I couldn't cry! I don't know if there was too many people or if I was too excited to cry, but I didn't.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Afterwards, we had the reception there at the church. We cut the cake and fed it to each other. I reminded Jon that he will feed me first (so that if he smushes it in my face, I could return the favor. He didn't. Smart man). And after everyone left, we took pictures of the wedding party.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">We planned a dinner for our family and friends only. You know...so no free loaders would come. But before we headed out to dinner, I stopped at my parents house to check up on my Dad. He was even worse than before. I cried. Because I never saw him so vulnerable, weak and so sick, it was a first for me. I gave him some water and he told me I was beautiful and really wanted to be there. I left with tears streaming down my face. Once we got to the dinner, I was a Debbie Downer. I hardly ate my food and I didn't want to do anything. No first dance with Jon, no throwing of the garder or the bouquet, I didn't want to do anything because my father wasn't there. Everyone noticed. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Towards the end, I lightened up wee bit. OOOH And I made a mixed cd for the dinner, right? One of the songs I put on it was by Carrie Underwood, Before He Cheats. Just for the BM! But I think he was too drunk to noticed. Oh well, he did his dumb toast. It was like, "you guys seem so happy together & I know you guys are going to be with each other for a long time. I'm glad Kelly and Jonathan found each other....blah blah blah" ...Listening to his gay toast was like listening to a crackhead telling me not to do drugs & because he doesn't do drugs, you know whatta mean? Pure bullshit!! After BM's toast, Jon's other groomsman started a toast of his own, which was a surprise to us. His was the same thing, but I knew he was much more sincere because there has been a few times that Jon and I hang out with him when he's drunk/high and he always says he's ready to find "The One" (soo ladies...if your looking for love..) and he wants to have what we have. He's mushy like that. Out of all of Jon's friends, I actually do like him! After his toast was my Maid of Honor's toast. Her toast was mushy too. Then it was my brother's toast & I'm thinking, Mother of pearl! How many damn toasts are we going to hear?! No, I'm kidding.. but he mentions how he was honored to walk me down the isle and that our father couldn't be there. I was touched. I didn't think he would feel that way. I'm glad he opened up because I would never in a million years think that way. Tis nice, that brother of mine! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Around 8:30pm everyone started to leave. Good, damnit! jk. Jon and I packed up some stuff left at the dinner and headed to our room. Maaaan, that room was nast! Mold growing on the shower wall...and not the stingy mold that doesn't come off...this was new mold or whatever. I could wipe if off with my fingers..& there was a big pile of towels right next to our door. Yah, nice. Elegant. We decided to go home for a bit. I forgot why, by that time I was a walking zombie. I just wanted sleep. We got home, striped off our wedding attire and put on comfy pj's and then smoked a bowl! That definatly made the night better! haha ;) after awhile we went back to the hotel and went to bed. NO sex, remember?! Damn period! ugh...dumb uterus. But that was the whole day... and that bed felt soooo good from a day like that!</span> </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-75299673266101414752008-03-18T09:28:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:22.444-07:00Saturday: The Final Countdown! Part 1! Its that long!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Would it surprise you that my ring tone is The Final Countdown by Europe? It's because of Job and his magic show...it's an Arrested Development thing. Carrying on. So on the big day, I woke up early, got baby ready and left before Jon woke up. I drove, with my baby in tow, to my parents house. One of my bridesmaids told me about a cold sore remedy where you put cucumber on it for a bit, then put a lemon on it for a bit and then medicine. Didn't have the cucumber, only the lemon and med's.<br /><br />After lemoning my lip up, I drove my little sister to our hair appointment. So here I am in curlers for a really looong time (about 45 minutes) and my little sister's hair is looking fab, her hair was pretty much done by the time my stylist takes my rollers out. She looked great! Grrr to her thick hair! So after awhile, I come to the realization that my stylist is totally NOT getting my idea for my hair. I wanted this wavy 1920's-30's do, but she kept trying to put it in ringlets and then pin it to my head. I looked like I was 70 years old. I was freaking...I was about to scream "Shit, just cut my hair off and perm it!" I looked elderly...God bless the elderly...but I have about 30 yrs before I head down that road. Moving on...I'm going off course! Well I guess she had another appointment because she pawned me off to my sister's stylist. Good. Fine. My sister's stylist was about 25 yrs younger then mine. I'm sure she would have a better idea and she did. We've been there for 2 hours and my baby boy had to tag along (but being sooo sooo good!). We leave and sat in the Taco Bell drive thru for 20 minutes! There was 2 cars in front of us! What the hell??...but screw it, I still wanted my Taco Bell! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">After getting the food, we go home. Finally now, I could play with baby for a bit and eat lunch. Ate my Taco Bell! Still so delicious! Once I got back to my parents house, I noticed my cold sore looked almost non-existent! The lemon worked! Woot woot! While we were eating however, I noticed that my Dad wasn't around and asked my mom about it. She told me that he was in bathroom all night. He couldn't keep any food down or water in him and she doesn't think that he's going to make it to the wedding. Wonderful.<br /><br />This week couldn't be more awesome! Is there any other thing that could add to my wonderful luck? Oh, there is? Hung over bridesmaid?? And the steamer doesn't work to steam out those nice wrinkles in my dress?? Well great...add that crap topping on the sundae that is my life. Through this whole day, I try to stay optimistic. For example, my dad is sick..but at least he isn't dying or died on my wedding day..yet. (He really should have gone to the hospital, but he's so damn stubborn and "didn't want to ruin my day".) And I could have yelled at my bridesmaid for being such a dumb twat and getting drunk the night before MY wedding (how dare she!), but her boy toy already yelled at her. Good. I knew if I yell at her for it, it would go in one ear and out the other and she wouldn't care. But since her man yelled at her, it made her feel shitty. She's one of those girls. But she did have a bad headache and at least she showed up. That's the most important thing...see me being optimistic.<br /><br />By all means, I was no angel...I will admit, after I got my hair fixed, I arrived at the church and took a good look at my hair and realized I still hated my hair. Now, I thought I looked like a 60 yr old lady from the 1950's. At this point, I start to cry and break down. I'm convinced God is pissed at me. He says he loves everyone..but I'm thinking...No, he really doesn't! Am I such a horrible person that Karma just wants to behead me with it's Karmic Shovel?<br /><br />Let me break down my wedding drama, shall we?<br />1.) I had one of my friends plan an old lady bachelorette party and told my bridesmaids they have no say in it, resulting in me planning my whole party so that my friends stop fighting.<br />2.) Jon pulls 2 dumb dumb moves. He A) stays out all night and B) well I haven't mentioned the other dumb dumb thing he did. Nothing big, but enough for me to question.<br />3.) The best man, takes advantage of the bach. party by being a prick and doing something so completely vile.<br />4.) Jon's brother decides to call in "sick" to the rehearsal, and the best man and the other groomsman decide to avoid the girls..including myself. Oh and from this point I will use the initials BM for Best Man...or bowel movement or butt munch..whatev.<br />5.) BM tells Jon that if I keep being a bitch to him he will ruin my wedding. (Jon told him, if he's wants to live, ruining OUR wedding would be a bad idea. Everyone will hunt him down if he does...BM wises up...sort of.)<br />6.) Then the BM decides to write me an email asking me why my friends and I ignored him and to stop talking bad about him. First of all, if you're doing scandalous things, I'm going to talk about it. That's the woman in me (I didn't tell him that though). Don't do bad things and I won't talk bad about you. Simple? And second, in my response email, I just made it sound like he was being paranoid. I said, "It's not like you made an effort to talk to us. And that's how my friends are. If you don't say hi first, they definitely won't say hi. I don't know what you want me to do about that. I can't change the way they act around people they don't know. Why are you so concerned about them? How come your acting strange?" ...well that's the short version of it. He says sorry...and things are all better between us & still are...for now.<br />7.) Oh and at the rehearsal dinner, I get my lovely period. Nice. So I'm going to be bleeding on my wedding day and my honeymoon. Perfect. Sonofabitch! After the wedding, it's going to be the first time that we can actually have sex and won't be sinning, but we can't do it until AFTER I'm done bleeding my life away. Great. But on the positive note, I'm not pregnant! Right? See, still remaining optimistic! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">8.) My dress is 1 inch longer on the left than the right. So the alteration bill was very fun to pay!<br />9.) Friday night I get a nice fever blister.<br />10.) Saturday my hair is looking like old lady poodle.<br />11.) My bridesmaid shows up to my wedding with a hang over AND<br />12.) My father is deathly ill and can't walk me down the isle.<br /><br />By this time I'm thinking, Jonathan better be worth all this! We argued more in one month than we ever had in our relationship. We rarely argue. And on my wedding day I vowed never, evah getting married again. Once is enough. Oh and as for my hair...once I did my make-up and put in one teeny weeny bobby pin, I looked fine. I put on my wrinkly dress with a smile and was ready for the showdown. I let everything roll off my back. I was ready to get married!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-29213426650129536562008-03-11T13:14:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:22.646-07:00Friday "The Day Before the Showdown."<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Friday:</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 9AM - take birth control pill, even though it's useless because my period decided to come 3 days early & get my 2nd pedicoat rented from bridal store and buy baby's tux.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 10:30AM - buy taco bell...yummy. nast, i know, but was craving it!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 11AM- get home only to discover your friends are coming to take you to lunch</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 11:05AM- inhale tacos but spare thee burrito!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 11:30AM - time for lunch...ugh, full belly..</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 12:35PM - get dumb nails...because they look a hellalot better then my real nails. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 2PM - massage...aww so nice. the massuse said i had a lot of knots from stress. and i thought, you think? ;)</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 3:50PM - pick up Nathan from school</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 4PM- go to mall to shop for sneakers and bathing suit</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 6PM- get home and relax... or until the laundry is drying.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 7PM- pack everyone's bags!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 12AM- take shower after packing for 5 hours. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"> 12:11AM - discover fever blister on lip. great. again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> 12:16AM - have a nervious breakdown. (First, i get my period days before my wedding and honeymoon..next i get this adorable little thing...nice.)</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> 12:30AM - going to sleep after taking my wonderful cough medicine..</span></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-48483925815868627002008-03-11T12:16:00.000-07:002020-04-18T01:48:22.860-07:00I'm back!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Holy mother of pearl! I'm am glad everything is all done! Now, I can breathe! So don't you love drunk rants? I typed pretty good. I had to post that today though, because of the internet connections at the hotel, it didnt want to post. I still have these dumb nails, please excuse me for my misspelled words. I have lots to write about! Tons! As much as I want to show fun pictures, I think I should wait and instead, write my "drama chronicles" in order. So let me start where I dropped off, sound good?<br /><br />So Jon's bachelor party. wow. (i'm done with with caps, damn nails.) well let me first start by saying we agreed to both be home kinda early...like around 3am-ish (clubs close at 2am). after my party, i got home at 2:30am. after jon's party, he got home at 12pm.....the next day! Oh I was mad! And the for some reason i wasn't surprised. i had a bad feeling from the beginning. and i was right.<br /><br />****okay for the past hour i was writing a long paragraph, but i decided to delete it because you never know who is reading this blog or not. if you really need to know just email me. it has nothing to do with jon. but yah, i'm here if you want to know....</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-80251228544368494492008-03-07T20:33:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:23.066-07:00Here i am...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">to save the day!!!! Okay no, i'm just drunk and talking non-sense. So right now, I'm in the beautiful state of Hawaii! God made it soooooo pretty here. I don't want to leave! It reminds me of New Mexico with all the different cultures and nice people, only its warm 24/7. And crystal blue ocean everywhere instead of desert. So, we had a tour of the whole island today and Jon and I are pooped! after the tour we decide to buy some beer and relax a bit. I rank (typo, but i'm keeping it) and i'm goooooooooone mohterfuckers!! its the beer talking..not me! no...but i just wanted a lil update for ya'll. Oh and the wedding? I'm very happy I married jonathan, but I think God was mad at me because nothing...and I mean nothing, went right. so..yah, i can say confidently, i am never evah evah EVAH getting married again! if i do, i'm going to the courts or something....anyway, I need to go!! I got these shitty fake acryic nails on and its hard to type..i'm sure the beer didn't help neither! time to get really tipsey! im living life on the edge!! Love you all!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-47767927726833118052008-02-28T16:06:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:23.269-07:00I lied!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Well I got some time now!! Hot damn, everything is stirring about. That's the best way I can put it. Anywho...Guess what?? I lied!! I got the my camera back last night! Now, I can tell you what we did for my bachelorette party! Yippee!!!So we did what I planned. It was only my 4 Bridesmaids (Laura, Kimmy, Ashlie and Lindsey) and I. First, we went to a nice make-up shop and Lindsey bought me some lipstick to cover up my cold sore! Nice! Next, we went to the mall and bought cute dresses. And I bought a cute dress that was $120.,but was now down to $45. Score! Laura bought me new black heels to go with my dress too! Love her! Then we all went back to Ashlie's house to meet up with everyone and have a small party. Laura also bought a Pimp Cup for me! That was the best! I love that damn glass! And I also wore a "hottie" whistle and a sash that said "Miss "outta control" Bachelorette!" and it flashed! At the party we ate pizza, played guitar hero 3, opened gifts and then it was off to the dance floor! It was fun! It was even better because guys bought me drinks, but didn't dance with me. I didn't have to feel slightly guilty if I did dance with a guy! Remember Christy? Well she was being a sour puss. I knew she would. She was getting granny on us. "I don't want to dance, my feet are killing me. Waaaaaah!!!" She's not a high heel gal at all. If you're a high heel girl you persevere through the pain and make it look fabulous! I got 2 blisters! She's more of an ugg/crocs girl. Ain't nothing wrong with that. But if you know those shoes were going to hurt, why wear them and complain, girlfriend!? Oh well, I figured once I'm drunk she won't matter to me. And I was right! My Momma taught me that! I'm nice and love everyone when I'm drunk. I drank the right amount. Enough for me to get away with doing dumb shit, but still being able to remember it. My friend dared me to kiss this bald's guy head & I did. When I got home I stripped off my dress, down to my under-roos, went to the bathroom and took my contacts out, then I puked. How nice. Just twice. Everything I ate and drank. And after I did, I wanted to pass out on the toilet. It was my new pal. I really wanted to sleep & wasn't going anywhere, but I thought, if Jon finds me here, he will keep remembering me what I did over and over and over again for the rest of my life. So I got up and went to bed! It was such a awesome party!! I loved every minute of it!!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">Unfortunately, I didn't have any pictures of my drunk ass. Or the damn Youtube thing! I got all caught up in the fun! I'm sorry!! I'll try to do something this weekend! Gahh...I'm pissing my pants. I'm scared!! I DO want to marry Jon, just not in front of everyone!The rehearsal dinner was...there. We all know are parts and that's the important part. Jon & I practiced our vows. OMG it was crazy. It was my turn and I started tearing up & was about to cry. And when I did that, it was like a chain reaction. Everyone started crying. My mom, Lindsey, Tessie (Jon's mother) and his convict brother! I was all, oh my! But, I told myself to "man up" and I worked through it and I finished without a tear. It was hard. I'm not going to "really cry" until I have to. I know I will. But yah. Then we all ate BBQ afterwards. Yum! We have Kanas City blood in us, so we're all about the BBQ!! And everyone lived happily ever aftah! Thee End. Oh I wish. But, if I get a chance, I'll post about the drama! Tomorrow I'm really busy! Ashlie is my assistant for the day! She's awesome. I've been really venting everything out on her. Thank God for best friends! So here comes the pictures!!! Take care everyone!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">My little sister, Kimmy. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172202310140827186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8damPpmFjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/AuJZVARsOqs/s320/bach2.jpg" border="0" />Pa-Pannies in yo' face, Pannies in yo face! Pa-Pannies in yo' face, Pannies in yo' face! <---You're supposed to rap to that!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172202305845859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dal_pmFiI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HOlUCtVN15Q/s320/bach1.jpg" border="0" />Love me some Pimp juice!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208262965499474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgAvpmFlI/AAAAAAAAAHY/_jCsH54LOXg/s320/bach4.jpg" border="0" />Ashlie and I.....and of course the Pimp Cup!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208258670532162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgAfpmFkI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DEcxPjU0BN0/s320/bach3.jpg" border="0" />My Cake!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208748296803938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgc_pmFmI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-vzFWdJiR0o/s320/bach5.jpg" border="0" />They said, pick a peen sucker, Kelly! So I took the big one, and they were suprised for some reason. Hello! Of course I want the big one! Who wouldn't?!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208756886738546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgdfpmFnI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mAlQUmPo_BA/s320/bach6.jpg" border="0" />My Leo Lindsey and I!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208971635103362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgp_pmFoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/U8_ukyV7jwk/s320/bach7.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">All thee amigas!! </span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172208975930070674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R8dgqPpmFpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/tBqcaef8hgg/s320/rehers1.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ash And I at the rehersal dinner!!</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-84060634837372050742008-02-27T14:38:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:23.481-07:00yah, I'm here...<p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">But barely. I can't post much. My life is BUSY BUSY BUSY!!! So in a nutshell...My party ROCKED!! I knew it would! I have pictures, but I forgot my camera at my friends house. Poopers. So the weekend after my party was Jon's bachelor/birthday party. Motherfucker. I now offically hate his best friend (aka The Best Man). I have to be nice! I don't want him to ruin my wedding! But shit will indeed hit the fan. I'm so fckn pissed! Oh...so much fckn drama. If I could, that bastard wouldn't even be in my wedding. He didn't get Jon to do anything bad. But the party he planned for Jon, was more for himself (and his ill intentions) than for Jon. Give me 2 weeks and I will deliever the drama. You guys will be amazed at this guys fckn nerve. I can't even believe it. Other than that, the rehersal is tonight! Kill him with kindness. That's my plan. So yah...sorry for the lack of posts...<br /><br />OH! ANNNND. A big THANKS to Jamie for sending me a card!! Thank you! It made me laugh and feel better!! Take care!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-83402869053601281062008-02-13T12:59:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:23.691-07:00ELLIOT REED HAS LANDED!!<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R7N7VfpmFhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pb277HqjQ3c/s1600-h/nuts.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166608806727521810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R7N7VfpmFhI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pb277HqjQ3c/s320/nuts.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>WARNING: LONG RANT AHEAD!! This is going to be a looooong post!! But it's gossipy...so if you like gossipy-girl fights, continue!<br /><br /></em>OMG!!! It's WWIII between my bridesmaids/friends. The shit hit my fan yesterday. And it didn't need to neithah! My bestest pal, Laura, is my Maid of Honor. And pregnant. 4 almost 5 months now! Well, I guess my friends decided that she's too pregnant. So one of my friends, Christy (who isn't in my wedding), decided to take matters into her own hands and call my friend, Ashlie, and told her what the plans were for the party. Ashlie agreed and they planned the whole thing WITHOUT Laura. Christy also wrote me an email about how Laura didn't seem too enthused to plan it. I'm not going to lie, it kind of hurt me. I'm not asking for a parade or anything, but I thought even though Laura is pregnant, she isn't dead. She can muster up something for me. Well that turns out not to be the case. I find out from Laura that she DID want to help plan the party, but was told it was too late. And she was hurt. Grrrr!! It takes a lot to hurt Laura's feelings; I felt horrible for her. Two of Laura's flaws about her is that she procrastinates and she's a push-over. Needless to say, she couldn't help plan the party, even if she tried.<br /><br />So next on our list is Lindsey, my stubborn, passionate, loyal Leo. I'm not going to lie. Lindsey suggested (to Christy and Ash) an idea that was pretty gay. And I knew she would. A scavenger hunt. Um, pass! Not my bag, baby. I told her I wanted everyone together with me (it's my Aquarian nature to surround myself with all my friends!). But she wasn't mad. However, when she suggested more ideas (because she knew I wouldn't like what they planned), she was shot down left and right. Until Christy straight up told her: majority rules, this is what's going down, and she has no say in it! This pissed Lindsey off!! FYI, YOU DO NOT TELL A LEO WHAT SHE CAN OR CAN'T DO!! haha..I can picture Lindsey all mad, yelling on the phone! hahaha..sorry! Moving on! So Lindsey calls me yesterday and says, "Christy is planning your party and it sounds like something she would plan for herself. I keep telling her that you want to go downtown and but she says no. And that if you do want to go, she isn't going. And Ashlie isn't really planning it, she's just agreeing with whatever Christy is saying." Me, with my maturity (HA!) replied, well we're going downtown and getting drunk. If she doesn't want to go, she doesn't have to. Fine with me. It won't hurt my feelings, I'm a big girl. I don't care! ...... I'm not done with this story yet!<br /><br />Next comes Christy, she calls me and says that she and Ash have everything planned, but Lindsey isn't being cooperative and wants to fight with everyone Blah blah blah blah blah...and that everything is fine. The party is lock and loaded and ready to go! Yadda, Yadda, Yadda. Okay. Fine. Whatever.<br /><br />Lindsey soon calls afterward and insists that I won't like what Christy has planned. By this point I'm getting tired, stress and pretty annoyed. Everyone and their mom has called me complaining and got me in the middle of it when I shouldn't have. I ask Lindsey what's the plans were. She, being loyal to the bridesmaids (see, total Leo!) says, "I don't want to break the bridesmaid code!" Haha.. I told her I'm ABOVE the Bridesmaid Law and that I won't tell anyone that she told me. She complies. AND. SHE. WAS. RIGHT! Everything that was planned by Christy (who, let me remind you, isn't in my wedding party) sounded like it was something she would want to do. Not me. They were going to take me to some art place to make mugs, have a little party for me at Ash's house(which is fine by me), take me to an expensive restaurant (again, I didn't mind, but no one really has money to eat there.. this was what Ashlie's idea) and then take me bowling. Now, I'm not bagging on making mugs or bowling, but I'm 26, not 16. Those are things that she likes to do...And she and Ash asked me what I wanted to do and NOT ONE OF THOSE THINGS was in the plan. I was pissed. Why ask me what I want do and then not do it? If you are going to do that, DON'T even ask me!<br /><br />FINE!!! I WILL PLAN MY BACHELORETTE PARTY!! If no one likes it, TOUGH SHIT. I won't shed a tear if they don't come. I'm tired of the fighting! My plans: I wanted my bridesmaids and I to get a mini make-over at this one nice make-up shop near Santa Fe. Next, I need clothes for my honeymoon and I have a gift card so we're going to the mall. Next is the party at Ashlie's where everyone else will meet up, following by a night of drunken dancing downtown. THERE. Was that so damn hard? I don't know where Christy came in from, thinking she can boss my bridesmaids around when she's not in the wedding. God Bless, but not a smart move, Christy! Especially with a Leo and pregnant woman. Nope. Nope. Nope. Anyway, MY plans are set in stone and as Pook would say.. "my chickens" have stopped pecking at each other...Finally. Ugh. Let's act our age and not our shoe size, right Prince? haha...sorry. Bad joke. So yah, I planned my own party...just like Elliot Reed. From this I got a fever blister due to the stress. I guess I should be glad that I'm getting one now and not on my wedding day or honeymoon. But I prayed to God and told Him/Her I'll welcome this fever blister with open arms, but the 2 weeks surrounding my wedding if He/She could spare me! We'll see. God has a funny sense of humor. Anyway, that's my rant! See it was a loooong one!! haha And as for the picture I used...I dunno..doesn't really relate to my story...I just thought it was funny!</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-7809337401142118202008-02-12T09:33:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:23.901-07:00Let the good times roll!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So guess what Saturday is!? My bachelorette party!! I'm excited, but I am in full blown Elliot Reed mode. My friend Christy told me they (her and some of my bridesmaids) have everything planned out. One thing I wanted to do was go downtown to the clubs to drink and dance. I love dancing, I got good moves for a white girl. But we all know that when you drink, you think you're dancing good, when in fact you're dancing like Elaine from Seinfield. My friend told me we weren't going to the clubs. Um, great? Thanks for asking me what I want to do and then not plan on doing it. That's the 2nd time they did that. But she also told me that she made plans that everyone can partake in (my Maid of Honor is preggo & my sister is only 18). Screw that! God Bless, but their asses shouldn't be out so late!! haha okay..that was a little bit mean..But she also told me that we could go downtown if I wanted. I do! I told Jon if he goes to the strip joint, I'm dressing sexy! Shiiiiiiit, if he gets to have women rub their titties on him, can't I have guys rubbing their tits on me? Me thinks yes! Petty I know, but this is my last hurra being "single". It's funny because when I told Christy this she says, "well it's not like you're going to be dancing with guys.." Little does she know! Why can't I dance with guys?! I think it's fair! They're going to be fully clothed! And not nekkid like the women at Jon's party! It's not like I'm going to be making out with them. Just dancing..shit, I want free drinks! And if they touch my "Danger Zones", their access will be denied and their (dancing) session will be terminated! But I do have to ask you ladies, since you all are my older sisters to me, should I think this way? Or should I be a good girl? I need some sisterly advice! Anyway, my Elliot Reed ways are coming out of me. I want to know what they have planned! What if I don't like what we're doing? I mean if they already planned NOT going downtown when I said I wanted to...See!!! My Elliot Reed-ness is coming out!! I told you!! Ahhhh!!! Oh and I forgot to mention it's been like WWIII between my bridesmaids planning this damn party. Half of them wants to do one thing and the others want to do another. I'm just lucky I'm not in the middle of it! But nothing is set in stone. If I don't like whats going on, I guess I could change their plans (right?). Oh well...Here's to all the drunk dancing!!</span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5xi4O1yi6b0&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-32106730113221970642008-02-08T12:01:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:24.108-07:00Thank You All!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've been quite a pissy mood lately. I have everything planned for my wedding. Everything is perfect, everything is right, everything is done. I'm ready to finally get married. The closer it gets, the more mushy I am to Jonathan. 22 more days! 23 more days until Hawaii!! But since everything is perfect thus far, everyone and they're fckn mom wants to change things. And it's pissing me off! And I think I might post another rant about my future brother and sister-in-laws. Ugh! What's their fckn problem? Anyway, bring on the positive! Well my birthday was exactly how I wanted. I did nothing. I could care less about the Super Bowl. I just stayed home with my family and it was sweet. I told Jonathan not to get me anything, but he didn't listen and gave me a beautiful diamond bracelet (it was a birthday/wedding present). I'm a very frugal person, I don't buy designer things and I buy the cheapest of the cheap when it comes to myself (other people I splurge out the big bucks). Jonathan could have gotten a rubber band and glued glitter to it and I would be happy. Shit, if it sparkles, it sparkles. I ain't choosey! But I do wear it a lot....in the house. I'm too skeered to wear it out! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164711247472667554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R6y9hAkSq6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/uWMHioh4GuM/s320/bracelet.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Like my bony hand? I got Angelina Jolie zombie hands, veins and all! Thank you to everyone that gave me birthday wishes!! It made me realize how long we have known each other...almost two years now!! Wowza!! Shazam!! Zoinks!! Isn't that insane!? When <em>are</em> we going to have a "cheeto convention"?</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-22718224495300329672008-02-08T11:50:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:24.308-07:00Oh, no she didn't!!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jessica Alba always says smart things like she is a "curvy (thick) girl". Yah, I thought the same thing, dumb broad. Anyway..so this hag says this:<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162432062947502994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R6SknAkSq5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/PbY6nSqPc6k/s320/dummy.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"In Albuquerque there’s really only one restaurant that’s pretty good. You can only take Applebee’s and Chili’s so much. Our big day was hanging out at Wal-Mart for five hours. It was like, ‘Yea Wal-Mart!"<br /><br />Really, Jessica? I know you didn't! Not to my beloved "Burque". What a dumb-dumb move on your part. I mean Albuquerque is NO L.A., but we do have shit to do around here. It's pretty sad that you hung out at a Walmart, because us residents, don't. We don't. We got better shit to do. And we actually have more than one good restaurant. Applebee's and Chili's aren't as packed compare to all the locally owned restaurants (the good ones! Not the hole-in-the-wall ones!). But let's go back to this Wal-Mart fun you had. Seriously, Wal-Mart is hell! You stayed there for 5 hours? Is that how long you walked around before SOMEONE notice you? You have a lot of money, you can do whatever you want and you hung out at Wal-Mart? Every time I have to go to Satan's Market (that's what I call it!), I try to get out of there fast. It's always filled with people who are out of sync with reality or assholes. But you stayed there for 5 hours so I guess you fit right in. I find it amusing how you're quick to insult Albuquerque. Usually the local news always gets so hyped up when a celeb comes here. No one knew you were even here until you started flapping your gums. Anyway, next time you bash NM, let me fill you in of what type of people we are. Some may call us hippies, but one thing for sure is we are very proud people. We're pretty nice laid back people, but when you insult us, we get vicious. We're proud of the culture here and the history. We are proud of where we've been and how far we have come. And we have PLENTY of museums to show you all the different kinds of cultures we have. I mean PLENTY! 5 hours? I'm sure you really weren't there for 5 hours...I bet that you're so much of a bitch you just stayed holed up in your hotel. Well thanks for spewing out your venom. Because I guarantee you lost a lot your fan base. Now it's my turn to spit my venom. Who do you think you are? You're movies tanked at the box office! You are about as worthless as Paris Hilton. The only thing you contributed to the world are the idiotic ramblings and insults that flow out of your trap. Oh, and this is Elyse Sewell. She's from Albuquerque and was on America's Next Top Model..This is how, us kids in Albuquerque are. Trust. You act like an petty asshole or a fckn idiot, we'll call you out on it. Next time you visit, I'm pretty sure someone will greet you with warm welcome of negativity. Oh Elyse, I love you!!!<br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/anNnis55NGc&rel=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">P.S. Sorry, for the rant, but NM is a very beautiful state. With the most down-to-Earth people you will meet (with the exceptions of the town idiots). I LOVE living here.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-29842076733908422252008-01-25T09:25:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:24.513-07:00Holy Moly<div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Dadgum, I haven't been around in a loooong time! Sorry! Just been plenty busy! So let me catch you up. Christmas was good, we all made out like bandits. I carried on a tradition to my kids that my parents did to my sister and I. Late Christmas Eve when we are about to go to bed, we get a present and it's always pajama's. Nice soft brand new washed pajamas. I always love it and passed it on to Nate and Nick. To my surprise Nathan thought it was great. Yey! And New Years was fun. The New Year is already off to a great start. Baby finally started to CRAWL....lazy ass. But he is mobile!!! That is 1 step closer to walking. He also has been cranky due to all four of his one year molars coming in. And I finally let go of his baby hair. He had this Jonathan Taylor Thomas hair pre-teen</span></strong><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R5ohvAkSqzI/AAAAAAAAAFo/PhsCejytJKo/s1600-h/babyafter.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ager days thing going on. Here is a before... <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R5ohvQkSq0I/AAAAAAAAAFw/9w3rzOGBGlU/s1600-h/babybefore.jpg"></a></span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159492140653521762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R5oyxAkSq2I/AAAAAAAAAGA/bapMsZSqxjc/s320/babybefore.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">and after..</span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159492149243456370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R5oyxgkSq3I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sfDlj9-knTA/s320/babyafter.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Once he got his new do', his outlook on life changed and he said, "Look out world! Here I come! I'm on da loose!!" Those exact words. Here he is with his do and crawling..very nice. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159492153538423682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R5oyxwkSq4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lleHJYXGars/s320/babycrawl.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And there's fat Token with her green mouse in the back ground. In other news, I'm still getting stuff done for the wedding. I'm excited. I have everything pretty much done. And then.....Jon's mom starts to freak out. I'm kind of getting annoyed with her, but I keep reassuring her everything is okay (I gave her planning of the rehersal dinner, but I don't even think she has planned that!). Our wedding is nice, not like normal weddings, but it fits us and our budget. The one important thing we wanted was to be alone, just the two of us, for a week. We planned our honeymoon first. And then what ever money we had left was for the wedding (with help from Ma & Pops). I have never had Jonathan all to myself for a whole week! We always had the kids around...I don't know what I'm going to do with no kids for a whole week! Well, I'll have plenty to do. I will make sure of it. Anyway, thats about it. I'll probably not be around like always...but its for a good reason! Lately, I've had some wedding "situations" and go off on rants. It's not me being crazy, I've been a real good girl! It's all the other idiots around. But maybe I might shower you with some funny rants. Peace out Homies!</span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-69450629928564091412007-12-19T14:04:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:24.714-07:00My Fav movie!!<strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Thanks to Jenner for helping me remember....I was going to post a youtube thang from So I Married an Axe Murderer. But since I have the memory of a goldfish, I forgot. And forgot again..and so on and so forth. So here I am. Posting a youtube thang. Oh and let me tell you why it's one of my favorite movie...I mean besides it's funny. When Jon and I get old we are soooo going to be Stuart & May Mackenzie (Mike Myers parents in the movie). I promise you that will be us in 30 yrs! In this clip Stuart (who is also played by Mike Myers) is singing and May is the woman ass grabbing her son's best friend. We have a piper down!! haha LETS GET PISSED!!! </span></strong><br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEuurCYes8s&rel=1"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nEuurCYes8s&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-40813544434104947882007-12-19T12:07:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:24.930-07:00Catch up!<strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Nothing much going on here. I've just been busy trying to get presents for everyone and their damn mom. And busy worrying about the wedding. I have already had 2 nightmares where I was an hour late to my own wedding, looking like shit, and screaming at everyone to get dressed and ready. And then I walk out and all the guests already left. Then I really freak. And it felt so real, I wake up thinking I'm already married and that was my wedding. I already had a problem with the invitations...UPS decided to send them to the WRONG address. I'm very thankful for Connie, the lady they shipped them to. She called us and told us what happened right away. Thank you Connie! I don't know you, but I already love you!! As to you, UPS...your outfits make you all look like walking shits. Thanks for almost giving me a heart attack! You don't do that to a control freak! If you guys want to know my personality just watch Elliot Reed from Scrubs...especially when she's planning out her wedding. She even gets coo-coo and tries to plan her own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bachelorette</span> party, yup, I want to do that too. Moving on.. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Today is my older brother's birthday today!! woo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">hoo</span>!! He's 38!! He's a Sagittarius through and through!! And he's the coolest big brother too. When I left my abusive ex, Chris came with me to pick up the rest of my stuff and to kick my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ex's</span> ass if he tried to pull some bullshit with me (because Christopher knows karate!!). And even when he and my parents were going through this big fight, he would still talk to me and tell me things were alright (& it was I, that brought them back together & stop fighting...that's how we middle children roll...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">haha</span>) But I hope he is having a great day because he does deserve it!! </span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-35858697441968674972007-12-11T10:03:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:25.131-07:00Bleeding my life away...<strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">This is too crazy not to post...but it's kind of gross. Okay..so last Friday night..when we all sign on and talk.. Jamie said she "started" Wednesday..and then Halli said she "started" Thursday (right?) . Well after I had to get off my computer..went to the bathroom and guess who started? I was 5 days late...but after I had Nick my cycle decides not to come on time...great. I just thought it was interesting that we all started around the same damn time!! Gross I know...TMI, I know! But it's my blog so you can go suck on it! </span></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2284887436797569677.post-60719279246947808472007-12-05T16:23:00.000-08:002020-04-18T01:48:25.332-07:00My Best Friend...<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R17QiyDf1lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/x-HLalr3Ed8/s1600-h/bff.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142777120474256978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jVus8Uf8Rcc/R17QiyDf1lI/AAAAAAAAAFg/x-HLalr3Ed8/s320/bff.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I have 3 best friends. Laura, Ashlie and my pain in the ass Leo, Lindsey. Actually, Lindsey finally dumped that p.o.s and has gotten a lot better...like 10x times better!! I was starting to pull away from her because she would call me up crying, asking what should she do (in regards to her shit eating boyfriend) and then not even take my advice and continue getting hurt...and then call me crying again blah blah blah blah...over and over, the cycle wouldn't stop. But now, all is good. Actually, great for her. She's doing a lot better and seems like she's back to her old self! </span></strong><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">But this post isn't about her. It's about my bestest best friend, Laura. I've met Laura when I was 9. We actually known of each other when we were 8. I would see her at recess STARING at me and think WTF is up with that girl? What's her damage? Why is she staring at me? So when I caught her staring I would stick out my tongue or give her the stink eye showing her I didn't appreciate it! So fast forward 1 year later when we had the same 4th grade teacher. Our desks sat side by side, so we talked and realized how cool each other was. One day I asked her why she always stared at me last year. She answered, "because your hair was short, I didn't know if you were a boy or a girl." I guess she didn't like my Wilson Phillips hair cut...you know that blond chick that had the short hair? I thought I looked good! I still think I looked cute when I see pictures from back then... Anyway, Laura and I stuck by each other through the rest of elementary school, middle school and high school. And when I was 19, she saved me from myself. However, she still doesn't know that she saved my life.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">We were in sync with each other too, we both dated losers...both of our boyfriends cheated on us and both were abusive, but I was lucky to get out when I did. But Laura stayed with her loser until she met Daniel. She left him for Daniel. Thank God she did! It's funny too because if she didn't do that, I wouldn't be with Jonathan. Daniel is Jon's best friend just like Laura and I. And I met Jon at one of Daniel's party. We didn't hit it off right away, but I slowly came around when I was ready. So Laura and Daniel got married and started trying for a family (so that our kids can grow up with their kids). Well I'm happy to say that Laura is pregnant! Yippee!! I wanted another baby...except without being pregnant and having to take care of a newborn all over again. So now I get my baby, but then I can give him/her back to Laura and Daniel. The one thing I'm looking toward is getting rid of all of Nick's baby stuff and my maternity clothes!! Anyway, July 10th 2008 is when my "baby" is coming! And this post is to my Laura, because I owe her my life and I'm glad she's having a baby because I know she's going to be an excellent mother. She's the nicest person I know and she deserves the best! </span></strong></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0