tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78230225493345131832024-03-12T19:05:03.007-06:00I'll Have It On The Side....Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.comBlogger73125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-19758126446954117772016-01-06T20:34:00.002-07:002016-01-06T20:34:52.637-07:00Hail To The New Year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Disclaimer: This post will NOT use the term AF in any sentence. This seems to be a common thing on trendy news websites that think its cool. (To my mom and her sisters: AF translates to "As F*&ck". I'm pretty sure there are more creative adjectives to use in writing.</i></span></span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My last post was in 2013. I've been on break and more than likely will have another 3 year break after this post. But, I have some new unimportant things to say. Such as, my New Years Resolutions for 2016! What else! So here I go.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Most importantly, I am going to work towards making the book club I am part of of SUPER GREAT. <strike> I should really be reading this months pick right now</strike>. I see myself engaging and leading really smart book discussions over mini crum cakes and espresso. It will be VERY classy and I might even talk in a British accent or break out some sweet southern hospitality. The book talks could be at my house where there would NOT be a lick of cat hair on the furniture and I would let members sit on the cat couch <strike>yes the cats have their own sofa, judge us. I take cat ranching very seriously</strike>. I will be showered and dressed in something other than a nightgown even though these fancy book talks will be on Saturday afternoon and I'm rarely dressed on the weekend and take pride in several levels of bed head. <strike> I'm lazy</strike>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Most people don't know I'm in a book club even though I try to brag about it every chance I get because I think it makes me seem smarter. And also, because it's possibly the shittiest book club in book club history. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think the three of us are somehow proud of this. Yes, three of us.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We are on our third book, which is Emma's pick. Do you remember Emma? She's the insanely smart microbiologist that tolerates me calling her my friend and even plays along and buys me fancy gifts for my birthday and Christmas. She gives great gifts. When Emma announced her pick I strongly announced "I'm NOT reading that book", which is terrible book club etiquette and not good behavior from someone how wants to lead the book talks. They ignored me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Barney had the first pick and he picked a 700 page book. It seemed a little excessive. So in turn I picked Loretta Lynn's first book knowing he would hate it. It includes a lot of double negatives, awesomeness and good ol' southern charm. In addition, our book talk for this will include watching the movie "Coal Miners Daughter" and personal copies of the soundtrack. I can't get him to commit to coming over for the festivities. I personally love the lady and cry every time I watch the movie. Maybe that's why Barney is hesitant. He hates a crying woman.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We have yet to have a real book talk get together. Isn't that a book club requirement? So instead we are considering getting bad ass BOOK tattoos. To prove how serious we are about reading. The thing about this club is that it was Barney's idea and he now seems very reluctant to be involved. I think he under estimated me and Emma's love for reading. And didn't think we would say yes because we normally tell him NOOO when he thinks of dumb ideas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Volunteer. I have an organization in mind and am so eager to be part of something bigger than myself. I want to make other people feel important.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wine. I'm going to drink A LOT more wine. (I'm gonna need it for the next two items. I believe in setting myself up for success.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To STOP taking things personal. To take things personally is really selfish. When I take things personally, I am really just making everything about myself and no one needs that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">To be impeccable with my words. (Impeccable. Not rude) To say exactly what I mean or not say it at all. This is hard for me because sometimes it requires saying "no" and can hurt feelings. I hate hurting feelings. <strike>I'm drinking wine now just thinking about it.</strike></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Embrace vulnerabilities and express them to my people. The people that love me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AND Last but not LEAST. I will avoid all political posts on social media. I will work to come to terms with these facts : 1. I'm not always right and 2. It's very unlikely I will change minds or that mine will be changed.</span></div>
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Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-11013136629907931722013-12-12T11:26:00.000-07:002013-12-12T11:26:24.443-07:00Pepper's "It's OK...Christmas Edition" 2013<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. To find a ball of tangled Christmas lights, throw a ratty piece of tinsel on it, kick it to the corner of the living room and call that shit "Christmas Decorating 2013". And have a drink.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">3. To eat a SHIT TON (that is a new metric unit) of candy canes and call it Holiday Spirit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">6. To make ONLY homemade Christmas gifts. Screw the commercialism and overspending. I'm making these for EVERYONE on my list.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">8. To LOVE Dolly Parton and Kenny Rogers "Hard Candy Christmas".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">9. To like the movie "Elf" with Will Farrell better than any other Christmas movie. Even better than "It's a Wonderful Life" and "A Christmas Story".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">10. To let go of the the Christmas card tradition. <strike>I'm lazy</strike>.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-53972865343606322832013-11-25T19:14:00.000-07:002013-11-26T07:20:40.155-07:00Expressing Gratitude<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You can see it here: <a href="http://illhaveitontheside.blogspot.com/2013/11/shit-im-not-thankful-for.html">I'm a Jerk</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I still feel like a schmuck and I didn't even begin to cover the things I'm not thankful for. I almost didn't even post it but I hate to see my efforts go to waste. And there was effort. I could have been laying in my bed watching several season's of Dexter playing solitaire on my phone, which is my favorite thing to do right now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm glad I got the shit post out of the way so I can say some great things because life if good. Outstanding actually. And I have some thankfulness to share with you. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for my emotional personality. I don't mean that I lay around and cry about things. I mean, that I feel things incredibly deep in my soul and every fiber of my being. And I am thankful for that. I am able to take on other people's feelings as my own and that allows me to connect with them on a level that I don't think I would be able to otherwise.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for my quirkiness. My ability to live in the moment and spontaneously. For my love of new things, constant change and my ability to put an artistic touch on even the most mundane things. I'm thankful for my free soul and that I know who I am. These things make my life refreshing and gratifying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for the ability to provide my daughter with a reliable car on her 16th birthday. She deserved it and I deserved to give it to her. One of the best gifts I ever gave. It is still giving. It will provide her safe transportation home for Thanksgiving. I am grateful. <strike>But I will be damn grateful when it is paid off</strike>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for my oversized, thick and deliciously warm Nike sweat pants. Hey, it's cold out and they feel soooooooo damn good. Was that too intense? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful that I still have my parents on this earth to love on. To laugh with, love with, share with, cry with, rejoice with and count on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm thankful for my sister, aunts and sisterly friends that love me despite my odd behaviors and emotional decisions. For friends that help with the kids when I need help chauferring and am unable to be at two places at once.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for the dads that<strong> DO</strong> laugh and talk to me and don't make me feel less than human. There is one that isn't afraid to chat it up with me at the kids games and social functions and I love our chats. He is HILARIOUS.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for my job/jobs. They provide me and the kids the comforts that make life comfortable. <strike>Coffee, handbags, shoes, clothes, jewelry, handbags. Yes I know I said handbags twice.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am thankful for the balance of parent and friendship I have with my kids. I love that my son calls me ma'am but that even still, we laugh and drop it like it's hot at random moments. That means dance, for all you older folk.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm thankful that I can see beauty and love people who are different than me and that my kids can do the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm thankful for all of you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Happy Thanksgiving.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-67939272295822575812013-11-21T19:17:00.000-07:002013-11-21T19:17:33.154-07:00Shit I'm Not Thankful For<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em>Disclaimer: There will be a lot of cussing in this post, because the New Years Resolution I made not to cuss didn't take. Also, I would like to point out I am an extremely gracious person regardless of what a shitty asshole I may sound like in this post. And I do sound like a shitty asshole. I read it. I think I might have some things to work out. </em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">1. Car repairs. I don't know why a gal can't just pick out a car that is suitable for her needs and drive that sucker <strike>I wanted to say fucker</strike> forever...No Hassle or need to call my brother-in-law. <strike>He is sick of my shit</strike>. No new tires, CV Joints <strike>I don't even know what that is</strike>, brakes, whatever. Nothing...just drive and drive and drive till you die. Period.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">2. Thanksgiving posts everyday on Facebook in November about how grateful everyone is. <strike>Nobody cares</strike>. You better be damn thankful for your kids, parents, job, life, air, food, whathaveyou all year long. YOU ARE BLESSED EVERYDAY. But if you are going to do them, be creative at least. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">3. Marketers. People who reach me through social media, random text or phone call to 'get together'. I get all excited that someone actually wants to be my friend <strike>this is rare</strike> and then I quickly realize after <strong><u>I</u></strong> have paid for lunch, that they really just want to sell me something. If I want to buy something, I will get in touch with <u>YOU</u>. This has actually happened to me numerous times, I'm a slow learner and apparently desperate for friends. Also, 'friends' that don't talk to me unless they are inviting me to some sort of selling party. I don't want your fucking coffee or jewelry. What part of single, working two jobs, trying to feed a teenage boy do these people not understand. I'm broke. Piss poor broke. I have even contemplated re-using coffee grounds. So I am not buying your overpriced beans. <strike>I bet I'm losing friends by the second here.</strike> When I say I am not interested, that won't change in a couple days.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">4. Fun size candy bars. Fuck you fun size candy bars. You are nothing but a tease. What is fun, is eating the whole damn bag. <strike>Until you are done...</strike></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">5. Fakeness. Okay, so I have been loving the shit out of these random facts about people on Facebook. I know, I'm nosy. People are interesting, I love em and I have learned some interesting things about my friends. First of all, most of them are actually much more creative than I had thought. But there always has to be that one person that fucks it up with "1. I like rainbows. 2. I like Christmas." <strike>I said that in a fake voice in case you couldn't hear it through the text of this.</strike> We the people of Facebook want the dirt. Period. Give us something good. You cheated on your third grade boyfriend with a 5th grader <strike>slut</strike>, you have furry patches of hair that grows on the top of your toes and you wax it. <strike> Maybe you only sweat out of one arm pit, maybe that's me.</strike> We, your friends, need the good stuff. I would appreciate all skeletons out of the closet. I would give you mine but they have all escaped because I have a big mouth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">6. The asshole that lives down the street and drives a silver VW Beetle. Every time I see it coming down the street I think it is my kid. I miss my kid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">7. Extreme right and left wing political people and all their bullshit. Stop it. Obama is not a terrorist nor is he the second coming of Jesus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">8. Bullies. I think this one was on my list last year too. Whatever, I still am not thankful for them. These assholes are everywhere. I get a real charge out of the Anti-Bullying programs in the schools, led by bullies. It's cute. And by cute I mean NOT cute.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">9. Cellphones. I'm guilty of browsing while I should be listening <strike>sometimes my kids are VERY boring</strike>, I'm working on it. But if you are walking around in public places yappin' your jaws or checking out at a store while on your phone, you are a narcissistic asshole of an asshole. Yesterday I witnessed a lady special ordering something meanwhile her cell phone rang and rather than sending the call to voicemail, she just chatted away. The poor salesclerk was trying to get information and the lady was talking on her phone, the sales lady didn't know what she was doing because she was new. It was ridiculous and shameful, not to mention extremely frazzling to watch <strike>and keep my mouth shut</strike>. Don't you want to be in the moment? Build relationships with everyone you talk to? Enjoy your surroundings? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;">10. Awkward Dads. OK this is a silent issue no one talks about. When you are a single mom, none of the married dads will talk to you or look you in the eye. They pretty much like to pretend you don't exist. I've actually had men literally turn and walk away from me after I tried to send a friendly greeting, not even showing any decency what so ever as a human being. Well, here is the problem. When your kid is friends with my kid, you are going to have to talk to me at some point. Get used to it. There isn't a dad in this situation to chat it up with and if there are arrangements to be made, I'm your gal. Don't worry I'm not going to try to hump your leg or make you do nasty things with me. I don't want you and neither does your wife more than likely. So consider yourself safe with me. I'm actually pretty fun to get to know, give me a chance.</span><br />
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<em>Clearly I'm a jerk. I will start on my Thankful post right now. Hopefully lots of graciousness will cancel all of this out. Amen.</em><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't want to hear it from any of you. You know... my limited viewing audience...mostly my aunts and some weirdo from China. It has been so long since I have been on this blogging site to actually write anything, that I forgot how to navigate this stupid web page. Blooger...oops I mean Blogger is not user friendly in my opinion. Since I have talked to you all last you need to know I prefer to be called Pepper. So if you could all go with that I would greatly appreciate it. Hey...it's my fake persona, I get to be called whatever I want. And I have a short attention span so Rosa is long gone...we are on to Pepper now. My short attention span is also the problem with my random inconsistent blog posting. I'm like...eh'...done that...what can I do that is new.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am trying to remember what I have been doing lately that I have been so busy not to post anything. I'm not going to make up excuses, I am still scrolling endlessly through Pinterest. I made a New Years Resolution to stop that, but I can't. I have kicked some other <strong>WAY </strong>worse habits <strike>and I mean way worse</strike>... though so I figure it all balances out. Sort of like whip cream on a non fat latte'. It's basic science. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This post has been inspired by a HUGE crush I have. I am really not interested in dating. Unless it is this guy...and if you are a guy and think it could be you...it's not. The guy I am crushing on doesn't read stupid crap like this. He spends his time doing great things. I am working up the courage to talk to him but am afraid I will turn nine million shades of red and stammer all over myself because I don't feel worthy of his presence. He really doesn't even know I exist....well I did talk to him once, I said "Can I help you?" <strike>Which he should have known meant "Can I smell you and have your babies?" Whatever.</strike> Apparently I didn't make a huge impression. Maybe because my face looked like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">This crushy thing got me to thinking about the online dating post I did a long time ago...remember this: <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7823022549334513183#editor/target=post;postID=1762486579589446353">Internet Dating 101</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">This was not even the full list of bad dates. I'm shaking my head thinking about one I didn't include that was just emotionally confused. Hung up on an older lady he had cheated on his wife with...but wanted to maybe possibly date others, but wasn't even sure about that. Yikes. What a mess that one was.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So I got to thinking about the irresistible profile I could put out there to maybe catch my dream man's eye. And this is what I ended up with..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><em>Are you interested in chatting with a single, plumpyish older lady with expensive kids and no interest in having any more. She may be sprouting random chin hair and battling middle age hormonal acne. She also hates showering on the weekend and snores very loudly. Yeah. She is a catch. And she wants to talk to you hot stuff.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yeah he isn't gonna be able to resist this. Nope.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-6234744733784813722013-01-08T19:48:00.000-07:002013-01-08T19:48:59.495-07:00I AM not Naked. I Have Glitter on.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you remember my friend Emma? She is the microbiologist <strike>seriously what is</strike> <strike>that, what a show-off</strike>, published I would like to add. I take a lot of pride in being super great friends with a published scientist. It is sort of my claim to fame. Pathetic, but true. I really need to work on having my own super duper accomplishments. She is probably going to kill me for posting this, and she has the knowledge and tools to make bodies disappear, soooooo if you don't hear from me tomorrow, you know where to start.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was nervous when I started blogging, because she knows sometimes my 'filter' doesn't always work well. And I have done really well at not talking much about her <strike>tooting my own horn</strike>, because it is important for me to respect her privacy. And I would like a little credit for that. It takes a lot of will power to keep my mouth shut. Especially since she is so incredibly sarcastic, witty and funny and also has a way of being subtle at the same time. A true talent. I have never been able to master 'subtle'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">She taught me something very important this week. She taught me that you are technically NOT naked, if you have glitter on. Who knew? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So while I am busy practicing my flute playing this year, I will be wearing nothing but glitter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">(See New Year's post about practicing the flute or recorder or whatever it is.)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"> </span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-8094981502582733362013-01-07T21:37:00.000-07:002013-01-07T21:37:03.951-07:00This Is What I Would Like To Say Today<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is a boy trying out for basketball today. You might notice he is small and skinny for his age and runs a little slow. <strike>You might also notice he is pretty darn handsome. </strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I know you recognize him from class. He is the smartest kid you have ever taught. He may even be the smartest kid you will ever teach.</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But e</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ven though he is brilliant, he is humble. He is kind and gentle. He is incredibly funny. He is respectful to everyone around him <strike>unless he is playing Call of Duty, that doesn't count.</strike> He is a good friend and a respected classmate. He is the protector of his sister and the man of our house. He has commendable work ethic and takes pride in doing his best. All of the time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">He works hard and strives to be a good athlete, and although he can be a bit slow and his large motor skills have always lagged behind his peers, he will work his butt off for you. He will listen to you and be grateful for every bit of feedback you give him. He will be proud when you have told him 'Good Job' and work to improve anything you say needs improving. He will be grateful for every minute he is put out on the floor to play. He will represent your school and team in a fashion that you will be proud of. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">There is nothing more than he has ever wanted more than to be part of the team. A person of his character deserves to be on the team. I hope that you understand that today, you could change a boy's life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">His Momma</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-4412981325922053812013-01-06T14:00:00.000-07:002013-01-06T14:00:23.386-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In the nature of being helpful to the general public, I tend to be a bit of a philanthropist at heart, I have also been working up a few New Year's Resolutions for the rest of you. You ARE welcome. Here are a few things I would like you to do this year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Ladies, stop talking about 'Fifty Shades of Gray'. It makes you look desperate for a decent sex life and after the initial sock of the idea of being a submissive it is boring. Same thing over and over and ooooove</span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">r. Handcuffs, tied up, beating, handcuffs, tied up beating...you get the idea. You do not need a man controlling you. If you want to read a good book I would recommend "Shitty Mom" or "Let's Pretend This Never Happened". Two of my favorite subjects.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Smile at everyone you talk to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Not everything needs to be politically charged or marching for the feminism movement. Chill.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Gals, stop wearing leggings as pants. No one wants to see your arrsss in leggings. I don't care if you are a size 2 or a size 24, they are not pants. It is awkward for everyone. Cover it up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Everyone, please I have cried enough tears about it. Do NOT ask me where Trudy is going to college until I am loading the car and driving her to the location of choice next August. I will answer "RazorCity Community College" even though that is lie <strike>I lie a lot</strike>. She is not going to the local community college, she needs to leave and spread her wings. But that doesn't mean I have to like it and I don't want to talk about it and it sucks and if you ask, I reserve the right to sob out of control on the spot. And you will have only yourself to blame.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Stop acting like a bi-polar manic depressant on social sites. No one can keep up with whether you are happy or sad. Good Lord.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Don't be a bully and stand up to bullies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We all know you probably have a great exercise regimen planned for the new year, but we don't care, so stop talking about it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Be Gracious and Grateful.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-34490976686882536362013-01-01T10:16:00.000-07:002013-01-01T10:16:01.052-07:002013. Bring It Buttercup.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2013 is HERE! Thank you dear lord Jesus! 2012 sucked <strike>balls</strike>. I am glad it is over. Good riddance. Good bye. Hasta la Vista. Aufedersein. You get the point. 2012 can kiss my <strike>ass</strike> grits. I will warn you now, this is going to be the longest blog post in world history. I have big plans this year. BIG PLANS.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><em>Disclosure: The following events will not start until February, there is too much pressure with everyone watching in January.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to start by saying I will neither get married or get divorced this year. And I definitely won't be doing both. This might not sound like a difficult thing to most of you, but for some of us, this seems to be an issue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to stop having imaginary conversations in the shower. Especially imaginary arguments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to start following the traffic laws and stop acting like everyone else on the road is an idiot except me, when I know damn well I am the problem. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will stop watching Sister Wives. But if I do by accident, I will not cry. Unless a dog dies, then it would be OK.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will become more environmentally friendly. I will stop using Styrofoam cups from the Loaf and Jug, even though a drink in a Styrofoam cup is pretty awesome. I'm taking one for the team here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will not lose weight. I<strike> hope this one will be like reverse psychology since I will probably only do half of the things I am promising in this post.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will stop hitting snooze on the alarm clock a million times on work mornings. I hope this will prevent the issue I seem to have with getting my underwear on right side out when I am in a rush. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will continue to try to convince my boss that I should work from home. I think I could be VERY productive in my pajamas and with bedhead and I would like the opportunity to prove it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am not going to try to convince my kids to zombify every costume idea they have at Halloween. Even though everyone knows a zombie Honey Boo Boo or zombie Superman would be pretty damn cool. Whatev.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to stop cussing. I really am going to do this. Really.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will try to be smarter and understand the things Rowdy talks to me about, rather than just looking at him with a blank face and pretending to understand what the hell he is talking about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to play the flute more. Just kidding, I have no idea how to play the flute. I could play the recorder though. That is a kick ass instrument. <strike>I can say ass, it isn't February yet.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to stop spending endless hours scrolling mindlessly through Pinterest. It is stupid. I just sit there. For hours. Practically drooling on myself because my brain is so shut down. I have got to stop. Maybe set a time limit. I don't know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to stop using ..... as a replacement for a comma. And I am going to start using capitalization <strike>sometimes</strike>. I also might start proofreading my blog posts before I publish them, maybe. Honestly, I hate to commit to that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to stop fantasizing about Sam Champion and focus my attention on Josh Elliot in the morning while watching GMA. Since Sam got married last week, I have had to come to terms with the fact that Sam is gay and now married. <strike> Jerk.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will stop over using the word 'Wenis'. And I will not make wenis jokes. Don't confuse wenis with penis. I will still be making penis jokes. I would like to state for the record penis is not a cuss word. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am going to decide what breed of dog I will get. If I decide to get a dog that is. Maybe I should decide if I am going to even get a dog first. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will pay more attention to the topic at hand when I am in a meeting <strike>as long as it doesn't last more than 5 minutes.</strike> I will no longer be doodling pictures like the one above. While in meetings, I will take legitimate notes. I will not continue to take a strange word that has been used by someone else and write various sentences using the strange word <strike>monkey wrench</strike>. I will also not write the name of the President of the company in my notes with hearts by his name. That is not appropriate. Also, I will no longer imagine myself using my co-workers hair to make a mustache on my upper lip, in a meeting.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will no longer have a Tupperware cupboard that looks like a hurricane rolled through it. I will keep it tidy and organized. <strike>That is a lie.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will stop using enie menie minie moe as a tool to make big life decisions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But mostly, I am going to be sarcastic. That I know I can do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">HAPPY NEW YEAR YA'LL! </span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-27904607022721105412012-12-22T18:16:00.002-07:002012-12-22T18:16:28.793-07:00Rosa's 'It is OK' Christmas Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you remember a LONG time ago when I was a quick witted smart blogger that only had 13 followers? <strike>yeah whatever</strike> Well I still only have 13 followers, but I'm not bitter, really it's fine, totally fine. Well, I had this great idea inspired by a monthly column in the Glamour magazine. I want to make people feel like "Hey, it's OK to be weird". One of the first posts stating "It's OK" is right here in case you missed it. <a href="http://illhaveitontheside.blogspot.com/2011/05/rosasits-oksmirk.html">Click This Butterbuns.</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well I think it is time for a Christmas Edition of 'It's OK'</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- It is OK to watch 'A Christmas Story' over and over and over. Did you now that this movie was a total flop when it was released in theaters in 1983? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- It is OK to think that stinking 'Elf on a Shelf' is just plain creepy. If I was a kid I would be freaked out by this spindly little punk. He just sits there with these little beady eyes thinking "I am going to watch you while you sleep little girl." I would bet the Elf on a Shelf owns one of those suspicious conversion vans without windows. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- It is OK to not really be in the mood for Christmas until about 3 days before the 25th and then be all "fAAAALLLAAALAAAAA".</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- It is OK to make your little kid sit on Santa's lap even though they are screaming bloody murder, because really, there is no better picture than a kid freaked out by the big fat man in a red suit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- It is OK to consider SNL's 'Schweddy Ball's' skit with Alec Baldwin one of the best things that has come from Christmas. It is the gift that just keeps giving. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-74271171560169286722012-12-22T11:21:00.000-07:002012-12-22T11:21:20.953-07:00A Tale of Two Shenanigators<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>(Note: This is a post I started a few weeks ago and didn't finish. I gots some serious writers block. Help me people!)</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Had a great weekend. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The weekend started out with a date. Date night with Trudy. We shopped. It is what we do well together. We are like crack addicts cracking together. It is a sick relationship. We encourage each other in bad spending behavior. But I am NOT visiting local hookah smoke shops with her, so I feel superior to some of the other parents I know. <strike>I try to keep expectations low.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I spent quite a bit of time with my sister on Saturday. Her and I are NOTHING alike. Which is why I love her. We met up with my dad and Stella for a Christmas light parade in the evening, and afterwards we decided to get some dinner. Dad's treat of course. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My sister has two heartbreakingly adorable naughty in a cute way girls. They are 3 and 1. See pic below for proof of cuteness...<strike>and also my way of showing those cute faces off.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Watching my sister wrangle these two kids at any time is awesome <strike>for me</strike>. The dialog in my head usually looks like this. "Oh..Wow." "Oh..My." "Holy shit I'm exhausted just watching." "I gotta get home." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But I will say, watching her keep them occupied or somewhat contained while waiting for our food for WAY too long, was incredibly entertaining for myself, Stella and my dad. Luckily my sister didn't notice we were laughing at her expense, because that is not nice. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">So in true 'Rosa' fashion, I have made a list. This was my nieces 'to do' list for the day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Remove shoes and socks and drop them randomly while mom is strolling you in the double stroller. Be sure to do this when she isn't looking, so she doesn't notice until you leave the building.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Give kisses (manipulation tactic).</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Need to go potty, but don't actually go while on the toilet.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Pick your nose and eat it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Eat crayons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Try to dump creamer in your drink even though you are broke out in a huge rash from food allergies and you </span><span style="font-family: Verdana;">are most allergic to dairy. <strike>Mom freaks at this one.</strike></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Throw a fit because you want creamer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- This is a good time for sweet kisses and 'I love you's'...it gets em every time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Eat crayons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Insist on touching all of the splenda packets.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Need to go potty.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Eat crayons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Insist that you do EVERYTHING yourself.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Decide you don't need a lid on your drink.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Eat crayons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Demand in a loud yell "I WANT POP!"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Don't stay in your chair while at the dinner table.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Whatever it is sister has in her hands, demand to have it and throw a fit. NO SUBSTITUTIONS. It doesn't matter if you really want it or not. Just throw a fit.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Desperately need Chapstick, and repeat Aunt Rosa when she calls it 'Lip Shit'. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Eat crayons.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">- Give kisses with crayon lips.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-44467935899129692742012-11-23T19:01:00.002-07:002012-11-23T19:01:31.653-07:00My Thanksgiving Post<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am Thankful for:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Lists. I love lists, they make me feel so productive and I love to post in lists because then I don't actually have to write full paragraphs, that is just exhausting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- That my computer took a crap the day before the Black Friday/Thursday sales, and a friend that will sit in line with you for hours with nothing to gain personally other than being a good friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- The messy kitchen, because my kids are healthy and able to make messes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Traditional Thanksgiving food. Stop trying to mess with perfection people. It is simple. Turkey, potatoes, stuffing, green bean casserole (yes the pilgrims LOVED French's onions), rolls, and pie.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Black Ops, given to my son by a friend. Being poor sucks, but friends make it less sucky.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Yoga pants. That have NEVER been to yoga. The closest thing I do to yoga is shaving my legs or bending over to pick up the piece of brownie I dropped on the floor. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Toilet paper and indoor plumbing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Seeing my friend that I have been so worried about and miss horribly, and having peace in my heart that she is OK. She is one of the most genuinely nice people I know and is a good example of perseverance. Love her.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Missing my mom. It means that I appreciate my time with her and I feel lucky that she is still on this earth to re-unite with.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- The broken down computer that my sister gave my son. His goals to rebuild a computer are now more real to him.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- AFLAC</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- That even though Thanksgiving will never be the same for my sister and me, it gives us the opportunity to make new kinds of memories that wouldn't have have been made without the changes life brings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- My niece and her most adorable dance moves. She can shake that booty! And the way her sister copies everything she does. Two booty shakers in da house!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Modern Medicine - Intrauterine/fetal surgery to fix a babies spine so she can have a happy healthy life. To see god's work...watch the video below...Love this kid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Kids with jobs.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Dad's in suspenders.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Books.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Sarcasm.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Music and Dancing.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Being silly.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">- Being Me. </span><br />
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<br />Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-58121823033952995282012-10-12T14:08:00.000-06:002012-10-12T14:08:09.790-06:00We Got Issues<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't want to try to overshadow the political debates going on right now...but we have some VERY serious debates going on in our house right now. We have had to have our own debates because the presidential debate last week was on Wednesday night and according to Rowdy...Mitt and Barrack should know that is a youth group night...he was not impressed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Don't get me wrong I think health care, gay rights, women's rights, environmental regulation and the huge deficit are big issues.... But an even bigger issue that I would like to focus on for a moment is the fact that in my opinion...Faith Hill should NOT be singing the Sunday Night Football song. No. No. No. This song is sung to the the tune of 'I Hate Myself For Loving You' by Joan Jett and Blackhearts. Ok...no one...NO ONE... should be doing anything Joan Jettish other than Joan Jett. She is a bad ass and football is badass.. well at least I am assuming...I don't actually watch it. And that is my argument...my kids however disagree and we debate this out every Sunday <strike>why do they like football?</strike>. Rowdy just thinks Faith is hot and mentioned something about her legs...and Trudy will pick country music over anything any day. Honestly Faith and Tim make me gag...Trudy says I just don't think she should sing the song because she is love..and I don't like people in love...whatev..Bottom Line...Joan Jett could bring on some football.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The awesomeness of the Taco Bell Doritos Loco Taco has been discussed. Trudy says "eh''...could take it or leave it Rowdy says "It is like food porn, it is that good." I have yet to try it...I am still trying to deal with the fact my son said the word 'porn'. Rowdy insists that Trudy is just a buzz kill regarding the issue. I don't know if I am willing to try anything that could be associated with porn, regardless if the person that compared to the two would actually know, but I am not taking any chances.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The most heated and emotional issue going is the fact that Trudy thinks that I favor Rowdy and that he is my favorite. She has even reached out on social media to express her distress over this issue she has made up in her head. I believe her twitter post said something like "omg..i swear he could say anything and she would think it is SOOOO funny". Uh yeah..the kid is freakin hilare. I would like to state for public record I love them both equally. Not like my mom loves me and my sister 'equally'....because my mom has actually admitted I was her special girl..but I promised not to say a word to my sister...so mum's the word...wurrrrdddd?</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-21670571784503136212012-08-12T16:12:00.000-06:002012-08-12T16:12:44.705-06:00Picnic Crashers<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Picnic Crashers....imagine 'Wedding Crashers'..the movie...only Trudy is Vince Vaughn and Rowdy is Owen Wilson...and it's a PICNIC...<strike>and I would really hope there would be a lot less sex and cussing...</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I qualify for the Worst Mom of the ...well ever.. in history...for many reasons. If you need a reminder check out <a href="http://illhaveitontheside.blogspot.com/2011/04/horribleno-goodvery-badmother.html">I'm a sucky mom</a> <----<strike>click that </strike></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had this horrible <strike>brilliant</strike> idea driving home from work last week. We have moved recently and there is a nice shortcut I can take to one of the main roadways in town to and from our house. It takes you around a community park with a lake with lots of activities going on in the summer, baseball fields and lots of socializing...looks lovely <strike>if you like picnics.</strike></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I knew when I got home I would have the *annoying voice here* "what is for dinner ma"..blah blah blah. Let me say..both of these people are old enough to make their own food...and it really annoys me that they expect me to do more than furnish the food. These people know I do NOT like cooking. I would rather stab myself in random body parts most days than cook food.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">While driving...I thought...look at all of that food...conveniently at dinner time. Now understand...I am a HUGE fan of saving money too. It is perfect. Dinner for free and I don't have to cook...thinking...thinking..</span><br />
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A<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ll these hungry kids need to do...is go over and join a party..I<strike> am very excited about this</strike> there are several parties going on every evening to choose from and... they can just pretend like they belong there <strike>this is brainless</strike>s. Eat...and then magically leave <strike>Rowdy will prolly try to score a couple of girlfriends</strike> ...AND it is practically right in our back yard <strike>I am a fan of convenience</strike>...SCORE! Dinner... served every night folks...<strike>and it will get them out of my hair for a while.</strike></span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rowdy and Truds would be perfect for this sort of gig....they are very friendly, fun, quick witted, cute,love to talk to strangers and those two can really get their dance on...Rowdy specifically has some pretty catchy moves...and I can really see them working their way into a group of people...laughing...making other people laugh.. and making this horrible <strike>brilliant</strike> get my ass into trouble with DFS idea work..all while doing the 'Dougie'.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-20715435832054436152012-08-07T21:06:00.000-06:002012-08-07T21:06:06.245-06:00A tired talentless artist....in my head.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If I look particularly tired lately...there is a good reason for it. It isn't because I am pushing 40...and it has nothing to do with a divorce.. moving and furniture refurbishing...a child graduating soon and leaving home <strike>I love her very much</strike>... or the fact that my momma is moving to another town....and I am used to seeing her anytime I want and I like her close by <strike>momma's girl stomping foot.</strike> All of that sucks...really sucks. <strike>I would say sucks balls...cuz that is one of my favorite ways to express how bad I think something sucks...but was told by my boss yesterday that it isn't appropriate.</strike></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well the little effer<strike> fucker is one of my favorite words lately...it goes well with sucks balls</strike> is a bed hog. A big fat bed hog. I have a huge bed...a big king size bed. You would think that would be plenty of room for me and my furry friend. No. He insists on sleeping on the same sliver of bed I sleep on. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had intended on publishing a blog of pictures to show you the various positions that we move around in throughout the night. I thought that would be very artsy...just pictures with brief explanations. I had it all planned out in my head...because I feel like I need to share this accurately for even a little bit of sympathy. I am an artist...I draw murals on my walls and draw fancy birthday cards...or plan to anyway...in my head. OK..I am an artist in my head. I started to draw the various cat/human sleeping positions that I experience nightly...and apparently... I am a talentless artist....unless you like stick figures and other figures that are supposed to look like cats. So I am forced to fact that I am only an artist in a wine drinking art class....</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A tired talentless artist....in my head.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-42963017649761431972012-08-05T13:11:00.000-06:002012-08-05T13:11:29.279-06:00Sunday ConfessionalI just read back the post I sent over the world wide web the other night and noticed that there was an error in one of the final paragraphs..<strike>annoying</strike>...I would like to say this an error on blogger but unfortunately I'm just a really shitty proofreader. I don't have the patience for proofreading. That was my apology...I'm shitty at apologies too. <br />
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I was trying to point out that Trudy would be most likely to be seen in an episode of Extreme Hoarding within a year of living on her own ....and that she is supposed to be SAVING her money not spending it at the thrift stores. But any who....whatever.<br />
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That isn't my confession. Anybody that has read this blog or knows me...knows to expect grammatical/proofreading errors from me.<br />
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I do have a Sunday confession. I am prejudiced. Don't jump to conclusions. I love most people. I could care less if you are black, purple, Mormon, redneck, stupid <strike>actually I don't like stupid people</strike>, Christian, Democrat, Republican, gay, bi-sexual <strike>hey we all got to get our sex on.</strike> You get the point. Actually I love being around people that are different than me. I take in every moment with strangers and have a yearning for learning different customs and way of life and learning what makes people tick. I have a dream <strike>that was very Martin Luther eh'</strike> that someday I will be able to travel the world and talk to strangers. I know... I dream big.<br />
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This it is just too distracting. I can't focus. I can't talk to you if you look like this. If I try to talk I usually just end up mid sentence with my train of thought....gone. I may stare with amazement head tilted... as I imagine myself yelling "Free Yourself!" I probably have a look of disgust too...I apologize for this. My thoughts are read across my face without me even realizing it. I will also assume you drive an oversize vehicle like a Hummer or something stupid like that because you clearly have no idea that sometimes less is more. Okay...there is another prejudice...people who drive over sized vehicles. I need to stop.....Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-65097727288042164232012-08-03T22:40:00.000-06:002012-08-03T22:40:09.893-06:00Triple Front Helix..it is not a Gymnastic Routine<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Some of you now that Trudy is senior this school year. I have been trying to secretly evaluate her ability to move on in her life without me to 'monitor' <strike>boss</strike> things. So far things don't really look too good. I may have failed her as a parent. Through the summer break I usually get about 15 emails a day from her work email account to my work email account. Boy.. she must stay VERY busy....pffftt... Here are few examples of her emails:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Yo...I'm starving and it is lunch time...what should I eat." <strike>uhh...whatever you buy.. you have a job that pays well...or go home and make something for yourself?</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Hi momma...I love you...and I miss your face" <strike>Cute...but I know she is about to whip out one of her GREAT ideas.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Guess what...I'm thinking about becoming a marriage counselor or a psychiatrist" <strike> this is where I reply that becoming a marriage counselor is probably not the best idea...since she hasn't had the best example of marriage...and so I encourage the psychiatrist idea...thinking ...free therapy...raising this kid just might pay off.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"Wadup mommasita...I think I am going to write a book" I reply: "Oh really...you think it is that easy huh, what will the title be?" She replies back "129 Reasons why I will never get married and become a crazy cat lady" Apparently this child has taken on my love for lists and cats, although I'm not sure it would make a good book.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the last email I received today "I<span style="background-color: white;">’ve decided that I don’t ever wanna get married or have kids...</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m just going to have 29 cats...</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have the names all picked out…</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Wanna hear them?</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I reply "Sure"...this is what mommas do...they listen to every little thing...and trust me this kid has a lot of every little things... This is the list she sends back"</span><br />
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Maxwell</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369654" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369653">4. Marshall</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">5. Julius</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369637" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369656">6. Queerbait</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">7. Fluffy</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369659" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369658">8. 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Gretchen Wieners</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369629" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369668">14. Booger</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369627" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">15. Macchiato</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369671" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369670">16. Snicker</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">17. Butter Nugget</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369674" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369673">18. Boo</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">19. Ryan Reynolds (this is my favorite)</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369677" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369676">20. Babaloo</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369625" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">21. BoogaBooga</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369680" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369679">22. Peanut</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369683" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369682">23. Penny</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369686" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369685">24. Poofy</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369689" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">25. Rain</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369691" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">26. Skitz</div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369623" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;"><span id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369693">27. Sunshine</span></div><div class="yiv406401787MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_7_1344047421369695" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; padding: 0px;">28. 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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway you get the point...these emails are cute but concerning...and I would like to know why her boss is paying her to send me emails.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well this afternoon got very serious...she called. She likes to call and announce herself when I answer like she is the top dog at the local insurance agency she works at...as if I don't have caller ID in the state of art laboratory I work in...yeah I know it is her before I pick up...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today she announces herself ..and I say "yes Trudy...i know it is you" She tells me she has a GREAT idea. Oh trust me that is not a shocker. She has great ideas everyday...every damn day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday it was a masterpiece hair coloring job she wanted me to pull off <strike>I'm a retired hairdresser</strike>. I tell her that I have a GREAT idea...my idea is that she does her laundry..clean her car and help me with some other chores. She tells me that would make her a certified loser. Of course she says all this is her sweet adorable quiet voice... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She proceeds to tell me that she really really <strike>add five more really's</strike> wants to get a triple front helix. What the eff is a triple front helix? It sounds like an acrobatic trick. Well apparently it is a triple ear piercing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Knowing I am not a fan of piercings and have already let her have one in the top of her earlobe and a small stud in her nose </span><strike style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">gross</strike><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...she tells me that she will let the one in her top ear close. Then she can get the triple front helix and it will be the same number of holes. </span>Ummm<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">.. well I pride myself on my mediocre math skills and tell her that with the name triple...that would probably mean three. She admits that it would be three...but then brightly informs me you can not get all three at the same time..and by the time she gets the other two...she will be 18. I say.. "Oh.. well is that so."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She already knew what the answer would be before she asked. So she whipped out what I call the 'Proposition'. She tells me she will pay for it...<strike>well isn't that nice?</strike> She says.."And..I would promise to keep my car clean for a whole year". Which I already know is lie. This child is a mess...she is a nightmare for a mom with a slight case of OCD. Just the other day she gave my mom a heart attack...my mom looked in her car and the floor board was packed with so many clothes it flowed over onto the backseat with a couple more layers...and my mom looked at ME! So I tell her "OK.. so you are trying to negotiate this with things you are already expected to do...even though you don't do them?" Then she promises to keep her room clean. At this point she is really grasping at anything. The child is not going to keep her room clean. Then it dawns on me this person I have raised is a liar! She will not keep her room clean. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway...I'm getting off track here...the girl has a few issues <strike>lets not point fingers at which parent is to blame.</strike> So when the conversation wasn't going her way she said well I am very busy at work...I will talk to you about this tonight. Busy? Busy? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She has proceeded to try to wear me down with cute little remarks tonight <strike>it isn't working</strike> and pulling out the so and so's dad is going to let her do it. So in typical parent fashion I say to her "If so and so jumps off cliffs will you?" She replies back...yeah...we jump off cliffs at the lake all the time.</span><br />
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<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-27887036891174272212012-07-28T12:22:00.000-06:002012-07-28T12:22:44.602-06:00I DO have important things to say!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Do you remember when I started this blog and I promised that I had important things to say...and then I didn't? Well guess what! I have something important to pass on...<strike>this is very exciting! </strike> This is not the post where I am going to announce that I will be running for president with a sassy campaign slogan like .."Legalize Marijuana For a Happy America!" I think I will need to work on covering up some of my past marriages before I run for Pres...I'm afraid to give off the 'I'm not into commitment' thing I've got going on. I have a feeling that to be elected President...you would need people to think that you can stick with something longer than 3 1/2 months.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyway...back to my VERY important announcement <strike>no I'm not pregnant</strike>....Well you know I love coffee...no that's not the important thing..I have discovered a a way to drink AND keep my coffee hot. I HAVE to have my coffee hot...not sort of hot...HOT....and I was constantly re-warming in the microwave...<strike>I drink slow...so shoot me</strike>. Are you ready......</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">This is it! Keeps your coffee hot for like 12 hours! It is amazing! And if I was Oprah...I would give one away to the whole audience!!! But I'm not...so buy your own...or figure out how to get on my Christmas List...</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-64425364173878961192012-03-25T15:28:00.000-06:002012-03-25T15:28:23.786-06:00What Doesn't Kill You...makes you tired<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJe3dlX9tRYcziMHNaGxHKXhWSs3HuiNrXIAzOhmoX9rm10t1lYTXuV6aYDaagkh6BGzeGhB_VbSbD22RG1f_x5BC9JnNcBiGk-bJ8soWq_h_oPnCUNE6Mkgy-yeB4x_T03X50oyh7Og/s1600/what+doesn't+kill+you+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJe3dlX9tRYcziMHNaGxHKXhWSs3HuiNrXIAzOhmoX9rm10t1lYTXuV6aYDaagkh6BGzeGhB_VbSbD22RG1f_x5BC9JnNcBiGk-bJ8soWq_h_oPnCUNE6Mkgy-yeB4x_T03X50oyh7Og/s1600/what+doesn't+kill+you+2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Have you guys heard the song by Kelly Clarkston..'What doesn't kill you ...makes you stronger'.<br />
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I can not stand that quote. Who even thought of that? And now there is a song that takes the most stupid quote in the WHOLE world and puts it in a nice little tune that I can not get out of my head!!!!!!!!!!!!!! <strike>Fuck</strike> Really?...what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. No...what doesn't kill you...makes you bitter, pissed off, revengeful, and bitchy. I know this for a fact. One of my other faaavooorites is 'Good things come to those who wait'....and this is the motto all of my lazy kids live by. The just think they can lay around eating our food and watching our T.V. and good things will happen to them. They seem to be VERY confused at the idea that with hard work...blood, sweat and tears ...good things happen. <br />
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</tbody></table>I haven't blogged for a while....because I'm addicted to playing solitaire on my new Kindle Fire. I know..pathetic. I have this great device for reading, interneting and shit...and I'm playing solitaire. I'm ashamed of myself. Before I got my Kindle Fire..you rarely caught me without my nose in a book....and now...I'm playing solitaire.<br />
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I have been busy though..with other things too. Like keeping up after this family..which is exhausting and frankly another reason I know for a fact...what doesn't kill you ...DOES NOT make you stronger. It makes you tired. I love them...but I am ready for them to move away. Me and dirt guy...we love each other so much and love spending time alone...ALONE...did you get the alone part? But...there is no reason to believe that we will be alone anytime soon....so we are building a HUGE house....so we can pretend we are alone... even though all of the money sucking shits will still be in the house. We had a few hopeful moments thinking Mimi was moving after graduation this May...but somehow I have convinced her to stay here and go the local community college for the first two years. Sometimes I am my own worst enemy. There are days when she says she is moving...on the days she is pissed at me...but usually by the next day she has decided that living here is not too bad...I mean it's a pretty good gig they got going here. <br />
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<strike>I'm glad she is staying...I would miss her.</strike>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-9140029194061311582012-01-28T17:31:00.000-07:002012-01-28T17:31:21.932-07:00Rock Hard<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em><strong>Please be advised...I am eating a Large fry from Wendy's while eating..I mean writing this post...it could be a little salty...sea salty.</strong></em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I titled this post Rock Hard..because I'm betting it will help me get a broader viewing audience. Jokes on them eh'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rowdy has started basketball. It is fun...<strike>watching all of the weirdo's at the local recreation center..no I don't judge </strike>watching Rowdy be adorable. He is really good at being adorable...he always does this thing when he watches me walk in. He looks at me and smirks and winks and I can hear him clicking his cheek...even though I'm not close enough to actually hear it. <strike>I'm also thinking that he is cuter with his eye brows...thank god they are growing back.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">When I'm there watching Rowdy, it is hard not to notice all of the people around me...working out...<strike>jerks.</strike> I catch myself talking to myself in my head. It probably does not surprise you to know that I actually have a lot of dialog with myself going on in my head..many conversations...constantly..it is exhausting. <strike>I'm not sure if that is a mental disorder or not.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I'm there at the 'Place of Excercise' and I see these people making healthy choices in their lives...I think to myself...me and the dirtpusher should do this.....and I actually get excited about it. Thinking that we could do all of these activities together. I picture us on the treadmill or elliptical.. side by side. Laughing...visiting..and looking awesome ....I would be wearing hot yoga pants and a sports bra...showing off my six pack abs while making running look effortless...and flawless without make-up or a big tada with the hair. He would look good too...<strike>but I'm mostly focusing on me here.</strike> I would not be gasping for air and hanging off the side rails begging for mercy. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then I remember I'm supposed to be watching Rowdy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Then I notice the skinny lady walking the track...and I mean skinny....nothing but bones here people. Shouldn't she be out eating a milk shake or something? If I was that skinny I would not be exercising.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My attention goes back to the bouncing ball game...oh yeah ...basketball. "REBOUND! JUMP TO THE DAMN BALL!!!!" <strike>I love being a supportive mom.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Daydreaming again...about lifting weights with the dirtdigger..he has this chest that is absolutely delicious and we may have a small make out session in the weightlifting department...or whatever you call it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">And then I notice the fat lady trying to run the track<strike>...mood killer</strike>. Seeeee this is exactly what I am scared of...looking like this in public....my boobs bouncing uncontrollably...its not good to have large boobs..it prevents me from exercising..<strike>yeah that's the reason.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Before I know it the game is in the fourth quarter and the dirtpusher and I have been to Yoga, ran sprints, did abdominal training with the big bouncy ball and Zumba...in my head of course. I've managed to shout out a few ...'There you go's' to Rowdy. I think in my head about how.. if me and dirtman fit this workout regimen into our schedules like we need to...and we want to do it together...that it will mean less time with the kids in the evening doing family activities...<strike>pffttt yeah right...what i really mean is TV watching, pintrest, facebook, and blogging.</strike></span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-78704625614921656612012-01-11T20:22:00.000-07:002012-01-11T20:22:16.686-07:00I will NOT throw a fit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know when I started this blog I told you I had important things to say. Well apparently my mom was right...my idea of important may not be what others believe is important...<strike>pffft whatever</strike>. I have yet to inform you about the issues of the world, give you good advice, teach you how too cook or how to get stains out of your carpet. My spelling sucks and my grammar has a lot to be desired...<strike>so shoot me</strike>. But I LOVE to make lists and publishing my lists on Blogger gives me a lot more satisfaction than just simply writing them down on paper. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There are a lot of things I wish my kids would do...without being asked. So...to my <strike>snot faced bratty spoiled rotten</strike> lovely children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">1. Change the damn toilet paper roll...AND place the empty roll in the trash. As my BFF Alyster would say.."This isn't Earth Science folks"....<strike>maybe you have to work in a science environment to get that...I don't know..</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">2. Stop pushing the garbage down when it no longer will be allowed to be pushed down. Take the damn garbage out. ....AND...drum roll here...PUT A NEW BAG IN THE CAN!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">3 Hampers Folks. They are handy little contraptions that hold dirty laundry..you have them in your rooms..if you need help locating them...see me. They make it easy for me to gather the laundry...rather than trying to figure out what is clean and what is dirty...from the piles on the floor than you have been stepping on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4. I know I'm pushing it here...but could you use a hanger? Normal people use hampers and hangers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">5. When someone else is talking..even though we all know what you have to say is very very very important...stop yelling over the others...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">6. Don't shave your eyebrows off and then wonder why I'm calling you 'The Stupid One'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">7. If you are gonna stress out about your grades...get out a textbook...apparently they hold information <strike>who knew?..</strike>.soak it up...or get no sympathy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">8. When I tell you to make something for yourself for dinner...that does not mean I want you to eat a whole bag of Doritos and drink a soda.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">9. Set your alarm...AND get up!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">10. Stop trying to sneak in with your shoes on thinking I won't know...I can see your footprints on the hardwood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">11. The dirtpusher and I do not need to hear about all of the things you want and dream about...constantly. Get a job.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And for a finale'.....Be Nice to each other.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-25802449658648973262012-01-11T19:10:00.000-07:002012-01-11T19:10:46.339-07:00Don't LookIt's hard to look.....<br />
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This is what the doorway coming in from our garage looks like. This does not include other entryways into the house...the boxes filled in the garage....the piles in closets....or bags in storage....<br />
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I'm not sure what to do. There are six of us living in a house built for a perfect family of four....you know the one that has a mom and dad and one son and one daughter. Well we are an imperfect family of 6...7 if you count the one that flew the roost. If you don't believe me read this ....<a href="http://illhaveitontheside.blogspot.com/2011/12/call-us-diggers.html">Click Here</a><br />
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I asked the dirtpusher if he had any suggestions for the growing mountain...probably not my best start. When I met him he had exactly one pair of shoes. He does not see the need for more than one of anything and especially not shoes. Although I feel that I am slowly teaching him the enjoyment of a few pairs of everything....different types. <br />
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Someday I will have to tell about our first date...he showed up in plaid shorts, knee socks and clown shoes...(bless his heart)...not to mention it was hard for me to disguise my look of complete shock when he took off his ball cap and I saw he has the same hair do as my dad. You know bald on top and a strip in the back...but that isn't the purpose of this post...for me to brag about how I have transformed him into a normal dressing human being.<br />
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Honestly when I asked the sweet man if he had any suggestions for the mess...I was only doing it because I like him to think he has input and that I listen to his ideas <strike>yeah right</strike>. So when I sought the dirtpushers advice on how to handle this disaster...I could read what was going to come out of his mouth before he said it..he says with a chuckle ..."well.. we could start with a match..." Yeah right .... I swear that guy is smoking crack when I'm not looking. I was hoping that he would offer to to do a total remodel of this entry way with a ton of shelves for shoes...endless hanging spots for coats, scarves and sweaters...<strike>a girl can dream.</strike> I want it too look like this...me included<br />
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</tbody></table>I bought a new pair of shoes today....I doubt he will notice.Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-41460571009994957072012-01-02T21:07:00.000-07:002012-01-02T21:07:58.806-07:00missed them?...eh' maybe..<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Christmas Break is over....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The kids are all back. They have all been gone since last Wednesday leaving me and the dirtpusher alone <strike>ewwlaaaaa</strike>. It has been like heaven. I have spent most of my time sleeping, reading, and writing..and playing super awesome wife that cooks...not my typical 'get a hotpocket..they are nutritious' act. Did you notice there was no mention cleaning and taxiing? Well vacation is over. They are back in full force.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Mimi and Livy were gone to the state next door doing hockey stuff and Trudy and Rowdy were spending time with the WWDBFF <strike>that stands for wandering wee douche bag fucker face.</strike>.... otherwise known as 'the father'. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">They have all slowly trickled back in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Mimi and Livy got back in time to party it up for New Years Eve. They came...they showered...they left again. I tried to make them feel guilty for leaving me alone on New Years with the dirtpusher on night shifts...but I didn't phase them. Livy did actually look like she cared for a second and had a sweet voice when she said...'well... you can go to Grams'. I was in bed by 9:30...and Mimi didn't bother coming home. I only mention this small transgression because after reading my blogs...she likes to brag about how she is the 'good kid'...and I never have to talk shit about her...like I do the other kids. Well needless to say the dirtpusher had a different outlook on it than me and Mimi...he seems to think it is a bigger issue than we do. He thinks children should let their parents know where they are...<strike>see how I'm being the good stepmom here...I love not having to be the responsible parent.</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Rowdy and Trudy came home today. Rowdy was here for about 6 seconds and then on down the street to somebody else's house. Trudy of course has been here and has been doing her typical.... talking talking talking talking talking talking.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I thought I would put myself out and cook dinner. I prepared steak in some marinade for the day...made baked potatoes, green beans and salad. And this my friends is why I don't cook..well a couple of them...mostly I'm just lazy....but...please see the following exhibits... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Exhibit One:</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me and Mimi don't like meat. When Mimi found out I was cooking steak she thought I should make her a special meal <strike>that girl is nuts</strike>...(you can't please everyone I have found out..and I don't try)..and I thought I could choke it down for one meal...but yeah...I couldn't do it. Then midmeal Trudy decided that we were trying to trick her into eating wild game and decided she didn't like hers either. So after about 5 minutes we were all piling our meat on the dirt pushers plate while he was out of the room for a slit second...including Rowdy. Rowdy figured there must be something wrong with it and was mysteriously "not hungry"...so basically we ate potatoes and salad.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Exhibit Two:</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Trudy in mid sentence about god only knows what...spilled her plate everywhere. I may have looked at her like i was going to rip her face off and she burst out bawling "STOP YELLING AT ME". ummmm...yelling?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Anyway..my point is...it doesn't pay for me to cook supper.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Yes...the kids are home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Tomorrow we are having cereal.</span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-68657453676654072112011-12-31T21:15:00.000-07:002011-12-31T21:15:07.431-07:00DNorm...my friend<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>I started this post a few months ago after a dear friend of mine passed away suddenly. It was too hard to finish at the time...but I look back now with a smile on my face. I feel so lucky to have been able to call him my friend.</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I feel like I am getting back to normal....<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>shut up...I mean my normal..</strike></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">My friend DNorm died a few weeks ago and I have been soooo sooo sad..I know...get over it...move on...that's what I am doing!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I am also taking care of his cat...he loved this cat...actually he loved this cat more than he loved me I know this for a fact....<span style="font-size: x-small;"><strike>I was always a pain in his ass..</strike></span>....and who wouldn't love this furry feline. He is adorable...loves to be loved and kissed and dragged around.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">But I hope that David is enjoying Heaven..you know in the arms of God's love surrounded by love and kindness and eternal happiness...cuz I have been very busy cleaning up cat hair and scooping a litter box....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I was thinking recently about a trip to Mexico last October where we met up and did a few fun things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">On one of our excursions we visited Chichen Itza...one of the ancient Mayan ruins. We signed up for this trip at the last minute...DNorms idea of course...not the part of visiting the ruins..but the part of planning to do it the very last second...which totally goes against my grain...I'm a planner... and he liked to pull shit out of his ass. But we pulled it off...and we where excited to take a luxury bus with a fabulous lunch with FREE all you can drink drinks and a traditional Mayan meal at the site. The brochure specifically said 'luxury'.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">The luxury bus turned out to be a cramped tourist trap full of sweaty people and the lunch.. well....it consisted of a dry and tasteless turkey sandwich... and the drink that came with it looked like this..-----></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I think it may have contained barely over 2 ounces...which was hilarious to watch DNorm drink because this was a very large man drinking out of a juice box smaller than his hand with an itty bitty straw. Very thirst quenching for him I'm sure...very luxurious. I thought I would live large and have a free diet soda. Let me tell you this before you are dup'd in Mexico...the diet soda doesn't taste like diet soda. I took one drink..gagged and attempted to hang onto the can the entire very bumpy bus ride in hopes of finding a trash at the end of the ride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Well...I hung on to the can...if that counts for anything. I managed to spill most of it all over DNorm due to the bumpy ride and because the arm rest I was using kept slipping...<strike><span style="font-size: x-small;">this is the type of shit I would do to annoy him on accident</span></strike>....everytime I would spill down his leg and into his flip flop....he would do this ..."hummmphhh"...*rolling of the eyes" thing he tended to do to me a lot. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">We also spent a day in Cancun. DNorm thought it would be 'fun' to take Mexican public transportation to reach Cancun. Our day included a beautiful beach, my debit card forgotten in an ATM machine, eating a great Mexican meal and dancing, haggling with shopkeepers, a pirate cruise along with a heart to heart regarding some of the things weighing deep in the big guy's heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I will forever be grateful.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTbGG69a4PE/Tv_cp5P2WlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/g1obeccvQFI/s1600/DSC03322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTbGG69a4PE/Tv_cp5P2WlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/g1obeccvQFI/s320/DSC03322.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzu64fMpJFA/Tv_b22vWoCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qVvgEvm_9x8/s1600/DSC03304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fzu64fMpJFA/Tv_b22vWoCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/qVvgEvm_9x8/s320/DSC03304.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7823022549334513183.post-9953304146196117402011-12-31T16:05:00.000-07:002011-12-31T16:05:27.743-07:00Call us the Diggers<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I am the unsuccessful version Michelle Dugger and everything she strives for. I have failed and will continue to fail at what I call the 'Michelle Dugger'. I am about 14 kids short...and I have a brain in my head. That is something the dirtpushers momma would say..and she would probably call Michelle a dirty bird. And trust me the dirtpusher is no Jim Bob.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It shocks people.. telling them I have five kids <strike>probably cuz I look so young</strike>. Technically only two of them were removed from abdomen by a guy in scrubs and what I imagine to be a VERY big knife....<strike>wanna see my scars</strike>? But I feel like I should be free to claim every damn one of these little slob faces as my own. For many reasons....first of all...they are all adorable, smart and talented. Who wouldn't want to claim those cute people? Second of all I spend HOURS and hours a week cleaning up after all of these smart mouthed brats and doing mountains of laundry. Well technically I don't clean up after the oldest, Dirk..he has what we like to call 'flew the roost' <strike>we thank god everyday</strike>...but he is annoyingly cute and really fun to trick into eating dog biscuits. I very highly doubt that Michelle Dugger has tricked any of her kids into eating dog food. She should try it...it creates a classic family memory. And I don't think Michelle would telephone her kid talking in a deep southern accent and call herself Louise.. and tell him that he still owes $200 for the taxes on his truck after he was ecstatic that the cost was not nearly what he thought it was going to be...that is just plain mean...I love being a step-mom.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Michelle Dugger does not feel the need to work outside the home. I do. I have to get the hell out of here at least 5 days a week. It is for my sanity...<strike>and to support my love for new clothes, shoes, jewelry and handbags.</strike> And I'm too bossy...I could not allow Jim Bob to run the show...I insist on helping and giving my much needed opinions...and I know that the dirtpusher enjoys my input on just about everything...I'm not sure Jim Bob would appreciate <strike>tolerate</strike> it the way the dirtpusher does.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My kids are also not trained to take care of each other and are rarely kind to one another. There is conflict of some sort 100% of the time. It will depend on what day...as to who can not stand who..they silently form alliances..but this changes daily...but they do NOT act like the Dugger kids. If one of my kids does something nice for one of the others it is most likely because they want something expensive. I bet the Dugger kids never want expensive jeans or expect new cars... and are happy with hand me downs....well not the Digger kids...they want it ALL.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I also do not have a large sparkling clean house like Michelle. My floors sparkle for approximately 5 seconds after scrubbing and that is only if I yell loudly. I doubt Michelle Dugger yells at her <strike>snot faced</strike> kids. I even tried to hire a cleaning lady and she visited once and said she would call back...and she is now MIA....seriously..I need help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My kids cuss. This I can assure you does not happen in the Dugger home. Rowdy Digger went hunting with his Uncle B-Rad and his Uncle B-Rad's brother.. Richard.. this last deer hunting season, and cute witty little Rowdy Digger made one Dick joke after another until both grown men were blushing...and now apparently <strike>Dick</strike> Richard doesn't want to go hunting with little Rowdy anymore.... And Livy's mouth... she can make a sailor uncomfortable...bless her heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I..as Mrs. Digger... ignore my kids whenever humanly possible. Do you think Michelle Dugger pretends her kids don't exist..I don't think so. Does Michelle Dugger get tired of the sound of her children's voices...going on and on and on and on and on? No. I also have never seen Michelle bury herself so far into a book that all hell is breaking loose around her and she takes no notice...she would never let that happen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Michelle's kids are also always dressed so sweetly and clean and nice. A successful day in my house means that Livy hasn't put something on that has been trampled on for weeks due to her inability to use a clothes hamper or a hanger. My kids wake up approximately 2 minutes before they need to leave the house and I feel a rush of pride if they have brushed their teeth. How much do you want to bet Michelle's kids brush morning and night?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The way Michelle looks at Jim Bob with such patience and love at all times is almost unbelievable <strike>spare me</strike>...I can tell you one thing...I would shoot the dirtpusher in the eye if he had impregnated me 20 some times.. I bet i could give Michelle a few lessons on how to tell Jim Bob to get a damn magazine...<strike>if you <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">know what I mean.</span></strike></span><br />
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</tbody></table><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah...just call us the Diggers. </span>Pepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15396607759329488590noreply@blogger.com1