tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59360298272445237362024-02-07T02:44:46.185-06:00Where Are My AngelsWheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-1830621776328898382011-06-05T15:11:00.010-05:002011-06-05T16:36:08.190-05:00WTH is my Cicada Icecream??????????????<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br />I saw this article online this week </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.columbiamissourian.com/stories/2011/06/02/sparkys-sells-out-cicada-ice-cream-noon/">"Sparky's sells out of cicada icecream"</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">.</span> If you notice in the photo, it leads you to believe they will be making more.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Being the adventurous person <strike>attention seeking whore </strike> I am. I loaded up my van with some kids and headed to Sparky's today. When I arrived there was a reporter and a huge line of people outside. Woo Hoo Cicada waffle cone, here I come.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">But there was none in their case <strike> can we say "Marketing Scam"?</strike>, only boring stuff such as pineapple cake, coconut, and cookies and cream. Why would ANYONE want that stuff!! I'll go to HyVee if I'm looking for those kinds of flavor's!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">So I got this disappointing shot outside of Sparky's after we got our unimaginative icecream.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0VGfSD23Se2UrRknJP5k30RYxXPABitjAiCQJYv6TAzqVlu4_VJO1zQuTkzc0WrP0BVYS5XXLFatDJ4TgT0RHkKs_zyu0qm4fKkkHqFxJe8El0XFy51gANIF2JSPX11zP0-RLt2IL2Pu/s1600/255700_2057287868493_1133495677_2533019_6651525_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp0VGfSD23Se2UrRknJP5k30RYxXPABitjAiCQJYv6TAzqVlu4_VJO1zQuTkzc0WrP0BVYS5XXLFatDJ4TgT0RHkKs_zyu0qm4fKkkHqFxJe8El0XFy51gANIF2JSPX11zP0-RLt2IL2Pu/s400/255700_2057287868493_1133495677_2533019_6651525_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614833957217567730" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">But as we walked downtown with the roar of the cicada's over us............................an idea came to me.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'll just make my own!</span><br /></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIUhZGNp5vx5hqVp9MaYXjfzE2c080dzGABgbniitS8zgnFsrWh0EezeDlofCfzTqv-Tddm1drEjnENRQ-pw8VI89KSQULj23LrX2EYjMDl1CmjfCy-rqE1OawOxiZnq6Y7JQHqj8idBm/s1600/249798_2057297068723_1133495677_2533040_6674988_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIUhZGNp5vx5hqVp9MaYXjfzE2c080dzGABgbniitS8zgnFsrWh0EezeDlofCfzTqv-Tddm1drEjnENRQ-pw8VI89KSQULj23LrX2EYjMDl1CmjfCy-rqE1OawOxiZnq6Y7JQHqj8idBm/s400/249798_2057297068723_1133495677_2533040_6674988_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614834148035258962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-87713122354573063672011-06-02T22:33:00.011-05:002011-06-08T08:47:41.152-05:00Complications during the rebirthing process.....<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />Well, I'm sure you are all wondering what happened after my </span><a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-rebirth.html">Rebirth. </a></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">There were some complications that I didn't expect. You know my rebirth couldn't go easy. There would have to be something to mess it up!! And that something once again is part of the male species!! Men are so dang needy aren't they. I need a Blog name for my new man, I need some idea's.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">So why don't you my readers (all two of you that are left) assist me with a name for him. I'll describe him to help you out. He is 24 years older than Ex-Child Husband, which means he could of been his father. He is an architect just like Mr. Brady was.If he had 3 kids, we could of called him that! He only has two sons (Ive got the 3 girls though), course maybe he could adopt Ex Child Husband and then we could be the New Brady Bunch. Ok, let's move on..............he has these two horrid pee and puke on the floor, bark at the air, stinky breath little ankle bitters that are named Indy and Anna (they got their name from some movie about a big rock chasing Harrison Ford down a tunnel). I like to refer to them as Scooby Snacks. By the way, I need to introduce you to my newest man.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Say Hello to Scooby</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvp8V5TPnCvN1qmLIX7nhfdaX5zQaHYIYrlJipLSMLaN1zCc-v8mV4gBHkDOX_-HJVj-y5dFTEOcnDvXenc8QZqEJMMmYkozxVQKm5bDWCAGEEAfIs3ZRUbS4oBOUEapc0byZteyYqPjD6/s1600/175892_1807597946401_1133495677_2174730_4442249_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvp8V5TPnCvN1qmLIX7nhfdaX5zQaHYIYrlJipLSMLaN1zCc-v8mV4gBHkDOX_-HJVj-y5dFTEOcnDvXenc8QZqEJMMmYkozxVQKm5bDWCAGEEAfIs3ZRUbS4oBOUEapc0byZteyYqPjD6/s400/175892_1807597946401_1133495677_2174730_4442249_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613858200204139218" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:6;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Anyway, back to "He who shall remain nameless, until you name him". He's a runner and currently training for a marathon (he has only done half marathons in the past). We have so much in common, I like to watch people run. Course, normally it is on the TV. Lets sing "Bad boys, bad boys, what you gonna do, what you gonna do when they come for you.."</span>.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Guest what HWSRNUYNH (He Who Shall Remain Nameless Until You Name Him)</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> does???<br /><br />Get this..................... your not going to believe it........................... remember the issues I had with Ex Child Husband (</span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html">head here if you don't remember</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">)?? Well HWSRNUYNH does dishes!!! Yes Yes, I kid you not!! I've seen it with my own eye's. He doesn't think the Dish Fairy will come do them for him if he lets them pile up enough. Hmmmmmmmm maybe he should be called "He who does Dishes"?????</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Now the worst thing about him and it is pretty bad............... He is a Jayhawk.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LS5-Ew7Ku1FkDD-1-x49m8vOs1xHjIXxPByhShXqz-WUNigwo8wV_qUj-p-NnGAx-owT2ab24qpvJ1yzOtuGyNOINUuVsyJOu8ZqtmNK6YiUsjAXYBCMyQvF5Vb4MTIypdamH1kh-Opv/s1600/IMG_9870.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5LS5-Ew7Ku1FkDD-1-x49m8vOs1xHjIXxPByhShXqz-WUNigwo8wV_qUj-p-NnGAx-owT2ab24qpvJ1yzOtuGyNOINUuVsyJOu8ZqtmNK6YiUsjAXYBCMyQvF5Vb4MTIypdamH1kh-Opv/s400/IMG_9870.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613858517757227666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSq9kiZUc2tLlg9hOjymzH1iJ2WhEJvmJ-5zL5V-ShSn-hRJnn7wuTu0gclBCD_8ooH3Zih090ncwtwlqDn5cGcarthyphenhyphenNOqSeqeO1tztdq6HTjBc4IvvJCCmI_sbfUqtPGMwVPhi02qFm/s1600/41799_20473868961_8068685_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkSq9kiZUc2tLlg9hOjymzH1iJ2WhEJvmJ-5zL5V-ShSn-hRJnn7wuTu0gclBCD_8ooH3Zih090ncwtwlqDn5cGcarthyphenhyphenNOqSeqeO1tztdq6HTjBc4IvvJCCmI_sbfUqtPGMwVPhi02qFm/s400/41799_20473868961_8068685_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613858919731299506" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">If your confused about this, you must realize I live in the Tigers Den, this </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" href="http://ajthoughts.blogspot.com/2007/01/hate-on-parade-quick-thought-on-slow.html"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">blog post</span> </a><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">from AJ will sum up the hate I have for the Jokehawk. This post was written some time ago (but still applies) and has some pretty bad language so beware.</span><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-29615202000654380032010-11-20T20:15:00.008-06:002010-11-20T21:52:44.334-06:00My Rebirth<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >So..................................... my last post "Stay Tuned" was like almost 2 years ago. Some of you have wondered where I have been. Some of you probably had visions of me sitting on a park bench with a bottle of</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > Mad Dog 20/20,</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >popping Ativan</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span>like Tic-Tacs, hair not brushed</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >and mumbling about Mercede hiding my shoes. Course a few of you would be thinking that I have taken all this time off to finish those dishes that Child Husband was always leaving me. Which would be near to the truth since one of the reasons I haven't blogged in so long was due to Child Husband. Let me rephrase that..............EX Child Husband. Yes I am finally down to four children. One less mouth to feed. Can I get a "Hell Yeah!!" You know I would never sit and whine about it , that wouldn't be me.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><s style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"> Now bitching that is another story. </s><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >In June EX Child Husband moved out and then filled for divorce, by Aug 24th we were divorced. The 60 day divorce! Life in the fast lane. Ex Child Husband is engaged again, which is a very entertaining story but not mine to share</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"> email me and I'll tell you ;) </s><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Here is what the rest of us have been up to...</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >We got to visit with my son Chris this summer! I hadn't seen him for four years. We had a great visit and ate some Mexican Spice Larvae!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFqcnVlxzE8wcB9LIukhOf-vmJ2Wusi790_W_LIninhAPj9FmUL4nyCNNw_02LNPADvhkAQxViVa6OoT3LGTZXLrE-OcHPaBa7SzldjanOfwo52dyqOy6jVpciOzsnJklL15n5n60iOVt/s1600/vacation+2010+056.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVFqcnVlxzE8wcB9LIukhOf-vmJ2Wusi790_W_LIninhAPj9FmUL4nyCNNw_02LNPADvhkAQxViVa6OoT3LGTZXLrE-OcHPaBa7SzldjanOfwo52dyqOy6jVpciOzsnJklL15n5n60iOVt/s400/vacation+2010+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541833662955038050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Mercede is still obnoxious, who would she be if she wasn't!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Cheyenne is still flirting, she recently had a MU basketball player sign her shoulder! I'm glad she hasn't watched Rock Of Love or she might of had him sign something else.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >Aysha is obsessed by Justin Bieber, pray for me! She is only 6 ya know!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" >As for me, I decided I will only date older men. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><s style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">Older than Ex Child Husband that is! </s></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: georgia;">It's almost winter time and I'm going to be enjoying alot of laughter. You see Ex Child Husband sold his car and bought a scooter. I can't wait to see him riding this through the snow to work.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span> I pee my pants just thinking about it.</span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWJkQgKqPaCmIVG5IjRKfKKicpQqqksVeIjk4J5BXQuUp0uq18xE7PfKDHUOfVu113ccXwxXh2lrJCsnXrrj7Iar9zLqboemoNW3MnGeK2Gpxs9Vve92MN6bNSOPQ6jvhXQFIPC-uewa4/s1600/IMG_8456.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWJkQgKqPaCmIVG5IjRKfKKicpQqqksVeIjk4J5BXQuUp0uq18xE7PfKDHUOfVu113ccXwxXh2lrJCsnXrrj7Iar9zLqboemoNW3MnGeK2Gpxs9Vve92MN6bNSOPQ6jvhXQFIPC-uewa4/s400/IMG_8456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541833669155874690" border="0" /></a>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-57918082166013684492009-05-21T20:22:00.001-05:002009-05-21T20:23:59.331-05:00Stay Tune................................<br /><br /><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com43tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-34716822477100396612009-02-11T21:26:00.007-06:002009-02-11T23:06:36.305-06:00LOST my heart tonight.<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Warning, could be a spoiler if you missed LOST tonight.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I had to work tonight and LOST was on. What is a girl to do. I told my staff that LOST was on, so count me lazy!! ha ha Thank god for comercials, so I could get some work done.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I swear this was the BEST LOST episode ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I got to see my heartthrob John Locke </span><strike style="font-weight: bold;"> I don't use his real name cause it's his character on LOST that excites me</strike></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZFbWfBKzaE_a-YYcHXPWjNqtok2WdRZWWeK_5i5k5CvAoCVoMI7d7gcD89po5Bzmku4dBO42okXvuNPGO1RCDb2U_m7FCsAl2F0OlHxMyKvjN-fjW4N3-jWs4WBVM_cjOD-_mzx3OW9n/s1600-h/lost-locke.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZFbWfBKzaE_a-YYcHXPWjNqtok2WdRZWWeK_5i5k5CvAoCVoMI7d7gcD89po5Bzmku4dBO42okXvuNPGO1RCDb2U_m7FCsAl2F0OlHxMyKvjN-fjW4N3-jWs4WBVM_cjOD-_mzx3OW9n/s400/lost-locke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301748609273600546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">But that wasn't the only person that made my heart go pitter patter. Jin is ALIVE. Ok, so that really is no surprise since you saw that last episode. But it had been awhile since I have gotten to drool over him on an episode, since last week was brief. </span><strike style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Although, I'm not liking his hair this season. Don't they have a barber on the Island?</strike><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"> Oh Jin, you don't need the shirt!</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9S5WIoJf9PX8Axtvg5UAFGT8XOihoWWdML5U3aGXaaNfjN-085EPz6UH6N5g2JHoPKAvTGOF3tU4Vx-ERKCBmn3NWvVJKYQsPU26EpwvjGXj-r0HZ76VbEITizWgoPFF9qLZsQ6aJgB_/s1600-h/daniel_dae_kim.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz9S5WIoJf9PX8Axtvg5UAFGT8XOihoWWdML5U3aGXaaNfjN-085EPz6UH6N5g2JHoPKAvTGOF3tU4Vx-ERKCBmn3NWvVJKYQsPU26EpwvjGXj-r0HZ76VbEITizWgoPFF9qLZsQ6aJgB_/s400/daniel_dae_kim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301749721923487714" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" >My staff that I was working about asked me if they ever explained what the black smoke was, since he hasn't watched it in forever. I told him, I hadn't seen it for awhile and lo and behold. They gave us it back too.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYtiW-uYrHUQoya40YBHH6T6EZGIIC9Zq9kMx2n7A8Kuv1cBvhyphenhyphendU7AK7k3NnEWFRzW0i0zwq8ThoqoG-Zl-vLIBewo4PtUqnbeo7z3-mqtbtJR28OFrZMcAotMO8K31Pl63_El3rwU-Q/s1600-h/eko_smoke.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYtiW-uYrHUQoya40YBHH6T6EZGIIC9Zq9kMx2n7A8Kuv1cBvhyphenhyphendU7AK7k3NnEWFRzW0i0zwq8ThoqoG-Zl-vLIBewo4PtUqnbeo7z3-mqtbtJR28OFrZMcAotMO8K31Pl63_El3rwU-Q/s400/eko_smoke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301750392164307666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">This made my night and it is a good thing too because for the next 4 days, I'll be working 12 to 16 hour days. Oh John and Jin, take me away!</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-1331446199489775332009-01-24T22:12:00.009-06:002009-01-24T23:07:16.631-06:00To be fit, or not to be<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, my blogging is down. It is because of something sinister!! Something that brings the worst out in me.......</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">My dang Wii Fit!</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There I am, that's me in the light blue, I'm the Mii ready to go. All the others are sleeping except Aysha. Cause we are the only two that are constantly battling with the Wii Fit.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4JykGRgu8iWPC8VDxbXNL4DRZgR8CSl5vitar9sRxMw2563KvaISSmNBsNqerO2hYHchfKBEpfyigp8JRnyKP69UK5tp29Wl80NlCRZTSJMw9slVX0OrTqw3P7qXr_zmYHOeDFDl2b_z/s1600-h/af1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW4JykGRgu8iWPC8VDxbXNL4DRZgR8CSl5vitar9sRxMw2563KvaISSmNBsNqerO2hYHchfKBEpfyigp8JRnyKP69UK5tp29Wl80NlCRZTSJMw9slVX0OrTqw3P7qXr_zmYHOeDFDl2b_z/s400/af1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295083070769194626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Just a close up of me</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUy81hJ04a5nMI2WrN7j1dBK6k4SPa5tChhjtK1N85IcJUFGmbUN3TjIfCOOM_r10Ha7CoVpr8hpXUtauSB0n-tM4QagriikdGooyHapDWhDbin_BXbtBkfFLYbz3vEGLXzkH0nbxmGfi/s1600-h/af2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUy81hJ04a5nMI2WrN7j1dBK6k4SPa5tChhjtK1N85IcJUFGmbUN3TjIfCOOM_r10Ha7CoVpr8hpXUtauSB0n-tM4QagriikdGooyHapDWhDbin_BXbtBkfFLYbz3vEGLXzkH0nbxmGfi/s400/af2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295083071001923250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Here's a close up of Child Husband. For some reason Wii won't let you put in more than 8 or 9 charactors in for a Mii.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_u3tgsm8JN7-44DPc5vxMP_l_zUOL8h7UCamUEkEcUCLnjdsVH1e5p3anHLiTrMXm5gnAQE4u-b1P-jJl7lxy2aOUOxl-nR5SVPpUA2RipeaCZvgeLfdHh8EeXf1MHfvJP0N_W8HOF7h/s1600-h/af3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp_u3tgsm8JN7-44DPc5vxMP_l_zUOL8h7UCamUEkEcUCLnjdsVH1e5p3anHLiTrMXm5gnAQE4u-b1P-jJl7lxy2aOUOxl-nR5SVPpUA2RipeaCZvgeLfdHh8EeXf1MHfvJP0N_W8HOF7h/s400/af3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295083065111489538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You know Wii Fit is EVIL because it doesn't sweet talk you.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALgHhyUIkOUpigH_Jw6PX4eFWJqXcdD6Pmxl8rElcI91YECIpBLVtZNik0XVWyoWVCb0wZKaPql5ztIv5a4Ktd-RKrN9H26YvXKqA72VXPv_PJB6rjYL0FbktpRWMAGQg2BCBCpLLbQ-7/s1600-h/af4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALgHhyUIkOUpigH_Jw6PX4eFWJqXcdD6Pmxl8rElcI91YECIpBLVtZNik0XVWyoWVCb0wZKaPql5ztIv5a4Ktd-RKrN9H26YvXKqA72VXPv_PJB6rjYL0FbktpRWMAGQg2BCBCpLLbQ-7/s400/af4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082010707661634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEdsU2FxAyYPn1dOtt6hkIhnphpVNRlRVDX-03pBy1aTajNuK8BBO3l8EZbcjmIisG3Lv45i6OnB4fNVxvcqh_J-ItJThX_KraMMWnTDT97Xz64KIQ4kbXUVCl0Lh1M6BN0zw3fYa65RKg/s1600-h/af5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEdsU2FxAyYPn1dOtt6hkIhnphpVNRlRVDX-03pBy1aTajNuK8BBO3l8EZbcjmIisG3Lv45i6OnB4fNVxvcqh_J-ItJThX_KraMMWnTDT97Xz64KIQ4kbXUVCl0Lh1M6BN0zw3fYa65RKg/s400/af5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295082005999019874" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh that is 3.1 pounds since yesterday!!!!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2SjOpCDzBayGQ6kWw62LfmKJGrzHSkMIi3E8XzZMEq2OwLr-fGtsZtDLIPxURtNTJVrPXP-AA8_iSe6N0o4x1W_WYp-MBVuqhL9IXykb_uTaU6ErRILs06d-jkVS0LiPk9d3QpO3kyQx/s1600-h/af6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2SjOpCDzBayGQ6kWw62LfmKJGrzHSkMIi3E8XzZMEq2OwLr-fGtsZtDLIPxURtNTJVrPXP-AA8_iSe6N0o4x1W_WYp-MBVuqhL9IXykb_uTaU6ErRILs06d-jkVS0LiPk9d3QpO3kyQx/s400/af6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295081999629310930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evil Wii Fit then gave me a list of choices of why I'm gaining weight. I skipped the honest answers like "eating too much" and choose "I don't know".</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">There is no pulling the Wool over the eye's of Evil Wii Fit.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD7QQd4w7jSpXcxRu9PdOe9ZBYolOGgO5uxNPi3ipXcv1WqfB-Ttr-gYOJZXO1TFoIleFvH3a241OVvOIbZjZ22RR0U5VO3VnhTpSWbfjRSdXvLm7MUnfYF-PsYy6gmf-nFa2JwHnx-a1/s1600-h/af7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPD7QQd4w7jSpXcxRu9PdOe9ZBYolOGgO5uxNPi3ipXcv1WqfB-Ttr-gYOJZXO1TFoIleFvH3a241OVvOIbZjZ22RR0U5VO3VnhTpSWbfjRSdXvLm7MUnfYF-PsYy6gmf-nFa2JwHnx-a1/s400/af7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295081995147074914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now I was kicking some <a href="http://mysweettees.blogspot.com/">Sherrill butt</a> on Wii Fit's Advance Step Aerobics, but then she passed me, which is good, makes me work harder at it. But for some EVIL reason, my Wii Fit is not recording all my side steps on it. Notice the gray area's on the bottom. Gray means I missed those steps. I didn't miss them and now every time I do it, it shows missed steps. </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgLaXbvqW4Jot1ke38jrdryTY-b1LO4dSXtYJO4utnHaWqeiBb79-No-FDOHN8HSmSMrYvTxx0zkFptOU3B6PoF9hdtj4o27cKaUTs4N-9L6htKf0M5f23ErA3kKJ80aZGVLzmm5HsPBP/s1600-h/af9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 231px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYgLaXbvqW4Jot1ke38jrdryTY-b1LO4dSXtYJO4utnHaWqeiBb79-No-FDOHN8HSmSMrYvTxx0zkFptOU3B6PoF9hdtj4o27cKaUTs4N-9L6htKf0M5f23ErA3kKJ80aZGVLzmm5HsPBP/s400/af9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295080698236041186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I will NEVER beat <a href="http://mysweettees.blogspot.com/">Sherrill</a> if it keeps giving me misses and I think it is off on the "perfects" also, cause I'm pretty sure I've done this enought to be "perfect" on each step. </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDsbTQO3xFKC0fYVsCQuSW4bD4O61q72b8qJnJ66E7LWrIchDietoWnm0weFblUI9E3ez-e8bgwxakhBymcPhXr58jo7aqvtb8-M2F-zLUjmmXvp7pTfMgORq_zTw9ktByzHlxaqEIqP7/s1600-h/af10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSDsbTQO3xFKC0fYVsCQuSW4bD4O61q72b8qJnJ66E7LWrIchDietoWnm0weFblUI9E3ez-e8bgwxakhBymcPhXr58jo7aqvtb8-M2F-zLUjmmXvp7pTfMgORq_zTw9ktByzHlxaqEIqP7/s400/af10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295080696103782530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">I spent this long doing the Advance Step Arerobics today and <a href="http://mysweettees.blogspot.com/">Sherrill</a> is still way ahead of me! </span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkLnJLZfc9XChpAwC6DAI28Nx8grJ3DLPh45MEaH69C_LcJLs4y9bmgxqQjIgxHoV_9hPqG4Nj-0ifIKHzHLxnPA_2g1ZXDUGyUVcuOixR7uQRamGd_1WHko-3cddPEb4iIGgXxZoX4CH/s1600-h/af11.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKkLnJLZfc9XChpAwC6DAI28Nx8grJ3DLPh45MEaH69C_LcJLs4y9bmgxqQjIgxHoV_9hPqG4Nj-0ifIKHzHLxnPA_2g1ZXDUGyUVcuOixR7uQRamGd_1WHko-3cddPEb4iIGgXxZoX4CH/s400/af11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295080695851861874" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">One day I almost passed out doing this and had to lay down. I told Child Husband to make sure he dressed me if I stroked out. Oh wait, did I just admit to exercising with nothing on? hee hee </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Good thing I can't make my Mii naked ain't it! <strike>Actually I do wear a tank and undies.</span></strike><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Evil Wii Fit even keeps track of how often it controls you.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM5jmUd5QPOSm8XHaKvYB6M6b-fOPLTVHuokxxJH7SMkiVxPdzHgDYWTS3ibdgYJwo3cxkOhEooIbtHgnchacpgoTtUdu8lXC8j9-JNAPX5hXkuYN6OP3ETu22Rotb_K372aTjJtsunNq/s1600-h/af12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTM5jmUd5QPOSm8XHaKvYB6M6b-fOPLTVHuokxxJH7SMkiVxPdzHgDYWTS3ibdgYJwo3cxkOhEooIbtHgnchacpgoTtUdu8lXC8j9-JNAPX5hXkuYN6OP3ETu22Rotb_K372aTjJtsunNq/s400/af12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295080691877324434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I do like the fact that after working out for over an hour, EWF does make me lose some weight. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">No it ain't just water weight, cause I drank water while working out. I swear I saw fat dripping off of me.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8vV6mVhuedA7GC3iji8pD8F4-m4wTwVX00CZ_WJtRuwmy6gJG2EBd3RKQXh9B5-dvcmrvALjbM9i2lOsc6haNJCwgeJsGebnbe2j1EZZuL8nx3cKKSzj9o0B0EbHzQVoJRs9inf_iBpB/s1600-h/af13.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM8vV6mVhuedA7GC3iji8pD8F4-m4wTwVX00CZ_WJtRuwmy6gJG2EBd3RKQXh9B5-dvcmrvALjbM9i2lOsc6haNJCwgeJsGebnbe2j1EZZuL8nx3cKKSzj9o0B0EbHzQVoJRs9inf_iBpB/s400/af13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295080687296873746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >And a word out to my beautiful <a href="http://karinewebster.blogspot.com/">Brazilian Friend Karine</a>. I know you probably tried to translate this post and didn't get far. But all you need to know is this......</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nintendo bad, very, very BAD!</span></span><br /><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com53tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-91937073900601200292009-01-07T10:48:00.003-06:002009-01-07T11:02:33.304-06:00Our Story is being featured<span style="font-size:6;"><br /></span><br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >On KIDZ today</span>.</p><p> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></p><p><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Click Right</span> <a href="http://kidzorg.blogspot.com/2009/01/by-gayla-at-where-are-my-angels.html"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >HERE</span></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >to go read!</span><br /></p><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_3035-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_3035-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-70007036125154095392008-12-16T18:10:00.006-06:002008-12-16T18:20:10.004-06:00Is this a different form of Re Gifting?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpvskn7CY5f0MRYe1NQNY_vhgV0Wj0_15dPv9T1cpvNTa1c5uL_0FHjlowKoJWcHz45Sw6poOgUBVVIQCBEYviXMNxH07PEYnoKMqAFq7c0Z1Nft1SNiyycgMP1aJia4Ci-jX_PaluO23/s1600-h/Cheyenne.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgpvskn7CY5f0MRYe1NQNY_vhgV0Wj0_15dPv9T1cpvNTa1c5uL_0FHjlowKoJWcHz45Sw6poOgUBVVIQCBEYviXMNxH07PEYnoKMqAFq7c0Z1Nft1SNiyycgMP1aJia4Ci-jX_PaluO23/s400/Cheyenne.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280546564637612402" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">This is the look on Cheyenne's face two years ago when she got a cell phone for Christmas. Unfortunately, the phone didn't stay her's long. She would call my sister at 1am and for some reason, I felt the need to carry two phones on me at all times. Then Child Husband took the phone. Well, she needs a phone. We don't have a house phone, so this year she is getting a cell phone again. Only it isn't a new phone, it is one I have had around, but it hasn't been used much. I'm going to decorate it with some bling, so it looks cool.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">I'm wondering if she will have that same look on her face. Or will it be a shrug and a bland "Gee thanks Mom"</span></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-38068314480427959592008-12-14T22:36:00.005-06:002008-12-14T22:44:23.393-06:00How does one live to be 100?<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">On my weekend getaway last weekend. I went to a birthday party for a woman I went to church with all my life growing up. Dathea is one of the nicest people you would ever meet. Very sweet, polite and always very well dressed. She is 100 years old now. Many people ask how she has lived such a long life. I have never asked, as I have it figured out. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">She NEVER Married or had KIDS!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">That's how you live to be 100!<br /><br /><br />I'm lucky to have made it to 40.<br /></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-5843545234471933072008-11-21T16:35:00.010-06:002008-11-22T00:36:16.921-06:00FRIDAY FRAGMENTS<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><a href="http://mrs4444awards.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"><img alt="Friday Fragments?" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/Blogging/Friday-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br />On Monday, Mercede's teacher called me because she wondered why Mercede was saying "I'm going to go home and smoke cigarettes." over and over...<a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-bad-girl-mercede.html"> Hmmmmmmmm WHY could that be????</a><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br />What do you get when you cross some electrical cords, electrical tape, Styrofoam cooler and a thermostat?<br /><br />I'm not sure, but I will let you know when ,<strike>MacGyver </strike> Child Husband gets done with it. <strike> As long as it doesn't end up like his project with the pvc piping, flashlights and mini cam. </strike><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br /><br />Cheyenne probably feels negleted that I don't post about her much. But that is cause she is the "good" one. <strike> Except for 6 days out of each month.</strike><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />The 18th was my son Christopher's 25th Birthday. I haven't seen him in over 2 1/2 years. He lives in Ohio with his birth mom. My girls and I miss him and need to make a road trip to see him. <br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />Yesterday I stopped by the <a href="http://penniesinmypocket.blogspot.com/">Pennies in My Pocket</a> blog and bought $150 worth of certificates to some great restaurants for only $12 dollars. <a href="http://penniesinmypocket.blogspot.com/2008/11/quick-trip-down-friday-sale-lane.html">That sale ended yesterday</a> and I almost missed it because I stopped by her blog so late. I've got to remember to hit this blog early everyday cause I'm going to be eating good the next two months :)<br />UPDATE: Sale on gift certificates now ends on Monday.<br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />I lost three pounds last week, but then Child Husband brought home Krispie Creme donuts and I ate 5 of them in 12 hours.<br /><br />Please don't tell my peeps at<br /><br /><a href="http://ourblubheroverhaul.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f185/CeCeGee/Silhouette3-2.jpg"/></a><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />Today, Friday, Mercede came home from school with this shirt, I think her teacher is trying to make a point!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenn-My6LIoGk6P5Gosivuj5L1LqOsOwtcKnleBoWzLD_YDCsrQmJx3u1ZVQbL3Vvinia3kHsA8D14y0uTxnX2gJA2kx8w5NuNKAzI7notFrl2QHLubQ2UcCYdqsz0QAhbkchFV2PZ0-Eg/s1600-h/weird+kids+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjenn-My6LIoGk6P5Gosivuj5L1LqOsOwtcKnleBoWzLD_YDCsrQmJx3u1ZVQbL3Vvinia3kHsA8D14y0uTxnX2gJA2kx8w5NuNKAzI7notFrl2QHLubQ2UcCYdqsz0QAhbkchFV2PZ0-Eg/s400/weird+kids+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271249734712222210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAFsqbZcldGMc7_BpXkjUyx9SfCBSoZOnz0-LZ9VqrlEt6wcs-3ire-ZMnon0ZIn_sOj3diphlxQD7EGUcgGBLe9PRhi8LAg9UUBAV7eMmdTusDHy6X0l6vDxNve7JPQJh-7cfwmByWPt/s1600-h/weird+kids+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVAFsqbZcldGMc7_BpXkjUyx9SfCBSoZOnz0-LZ9VqrlEt6wcs-3ire-ZMnon0ZIn_sOj3diphlxQD7EGUcgGBLe9PRhi8LAg9UUBAV7eMmdTusDHy6X0l6vDxNve7JPQJh-7cfwmByWPt/s400/weird+kids+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271250880225975954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />I think tomorrow, I should get rid of my puking pumpkin. I don't think he will be with us by Thanksgiving. What do you think?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeeQB9jIL809pIQfdsxpTnID34A_2OyLjnXVByQvQgVZ6vuAwOKwTMXafgU_BVKnWJWdGxrQP2I-s8Y4sDXPNXeXC8EhJkjxE8kGwZSs1dub1HBiCpK7YVnFmY7IOa0CAUmlZNgWZA-ot/s1600-h/weird+kids+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeeQB9jIL809pIQfdsxpTnID34A_2OyLjnXVByQvQgVZ6vuAwOKwTMXafgU_BVKnWJWdGxrQP2I-s8Y4sDXPNXeXC8EhJkjxE8kGwZSs1dub1HBiCpK7YVnFmY7IOa0CAUmlZNgWZA-ot/s400/weird+kids+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271251527712416434" border="0" /></a><br />_____________________________________________________________________________________<br /><br />If your interested in doing a <a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2008/11/friday-fragments_21.html">Friday Fragment</a><a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2008/11/friday-fragments_21.html">,</a> join Mrs 4444 at <a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/">Half-past Kissing Time </a>every Friday.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-1929941439476128762008-11-18T21:30:00.009-06:002008-11-18T23:34:48.091-06:00What to do with Child Husband!<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><br /><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Yesterday I headed upstairs for a meeting. If you haven't read my blog long and are confused about the "upstairs" statement. Let me explain. I'm a Home Coordinator for an organization that provides supports to adults with disabilities. I also happen to be the live-in staff, which means I do overnights from Sunday to Thursday (I have Friday and Saturday nights off, as long as my weekend relief staff isn't on vacation). It is a large home, and my family and I live in the bottom and the individuals live upstairs. I have two staff at all times(during the day) that assist with the three people that live upstairs. Anywho, yesterday I was typing up some paperwork and had to run upstairs for a meeting. I told Child Husband not to let the kids near one section of our apartment, because I had the work laptop on the floor. I was in the meeting with my supervisor and a case manager from the regional center, when the phone rang upstairs. One of my staff answered it and handed it to me. Child husband was on the phone and says "I don't know who this lap top belongs to, but I just stepped on it and broke it." I hung up and sat there stunned and with tears brimming in my eye's. How was I going to pay for this lap top. The case manager asked me if I needed time to compose myself "I told her I didn't" But I did. I then ran down stairs, only to find out.......................</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="font-size:180%;">That it was a JOKE!</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Oh yes.......... I was so mad at Child Husband. He told me he didn't realize I was in a meeting. I said "What part of "I got to run upstairs for a meeting" did you not get?"</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Anywho, since this is my 100th post, <strike> really was my 101 post but I deleted one so it could be my 100th</strike> and I told you I was going to give away Child Husband.</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Instead of having you comment to see who wins him. I have already done the honors of picking out someone whom I think he will be perfect for.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I have called this woman a "skank" and I was a little worried about the word, since I wasn't for sure about the meaning. I didn't want to be using a very fowl word, so I had to look "Skank" up.<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I found this definition for it that fits her to a T.</p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br /></p><b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"></b><blockquote style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><b style="font-weight: bold;">Skank</b><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> is a term for a person who may be repugnant for reasons of hygiene.</span></blockquote><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Yesterday on her blog she posted this </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://nobody-but-yourself.blogspot.com/2008/11/glimmer-of-hope-and-public-restroom.html">post about her odor</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">, </span><strike style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">she also must of guessed I was going to refer to this post, since she made it easier for you to access the descriptive events that lead up to her needing to carry Lysol in her purse </strike><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Today </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://nobody-but-yourself.blogspot.com/">Skank Heather</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> won George Clooney. Now, I know that </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://nikkicrumpet.blogspot.com/">NikkiCrumpet</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> was afraid that if she didn't rig her contest by rubbing raw meat on the Skank Heather dog biscuit (confused? Then go </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://nikkicrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/11/gorgeous-george-finds-new-home.html">here</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">), that Skank Heather would stalk her and leave her "repugnant" imprints upon the lovely home of Mrs. Crumpet.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">I do want to thank those of you who backed me up against the Evil Skank. </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://chanelleandtristan.blogspot.com/">Kari</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"> and </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);" href="http://talesfromthelunchroom.blogspot.com/">Heathersister</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">, you gave it your all and I thank you. Sometimes it may seem that evil prevails, but in the end The Good triump!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">So Odorous, Skanky Heather, winner of my George Clooney photo, here is your prize from my 100th post giveaway.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_3654-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_3654-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Care Instruction:</span> He likes to sleep til noon, eat only fried meat that comes out of a window, and perfers to sit or sleep on sofa at all times while in a home invironment. He likes to be watered frequently with Kool-ade, Gatorade and Pepsi. He perfers to spend all his wake hours playing War Of Warcraft and communicating with other tecno nerds. If he seems aggitated or bored, a broken TV, video camera or computor may be placed in front of him for short periods. If you are needing to distract him for longer periods, you may put an XBox, Playstation or Smart phone in from of him to modify. Please be sure to leave him a meat strainer, duct tape and a soder iron for these larger projects. Important to remember: He gets sick easily and you must have ready at all times a vocabulary of "Poor baby, what can I do to for you?" phrases available to assist him thru his "I'm so sick and can't take care of the kids" days:)</span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-16003159914533627322008-11-16T11:43:00.004-06:002008-11-16T11:54:23.237-06:00My BAD Girl, Mercede<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">Remember this photo of Mercede from August, with the cigarette package she had found?</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EpjfY_bq9z32PgeIFEup9Hl8fBjdUupqpF4i-HUyeM8iKFg-jJm9wa2TAuNx3eTE-nM4C-X-9ga2K7M-gY6kRHKpXQZD7DYWsHgxAKy96xDxbR4erPfogfrpwSWvUM7yjggoA49Okhji/s1600-h/IMG_3850.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4EpjfY_bq9z32PgeIFEup9Hl8fBjdUupqpF4i-HUyeM8iKFg-jJm9wa2TAuNx3eTE-nM4C-X-9ga2K7M-gY6kRHKpXQZD7DYWsHgxAKy96xDxbR4erPfogfrpwSWvUM7yjggoA49Okhji/s400/IMG_3850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313237896759970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Well, Mercede has this thing for people in wheelchairs and also people on oxygen. She is drawn to them and always has to talk to them. I think she is a wheelchair magnet since I have always worked with people in wheelchairs. The oxygen thing, probably because she has been on it quite a few times.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Anywho, we were in Wal-Fart yesterday and an elderly lady in a motorized scooter and on oxygen, passes by us. Of course Mercede has to go up to her and ask her about her O2. The lady says "You know how I got on this oxygen? Smoking! Your not going to smoke are you?"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Course Mercede responds with, "Yeah, I'm going to SMOKE!"</span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-11060658697943777262008-11-15T23:04:00.009-06:002010-01-09T11:33:01.551-06:00Would you rather.... (Hosted By Tattooed MiniVan Mamma)<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://tattooedminivanmom.blogspot.com/">Tattooed Mini Van Mama</a> has let a bunch of us ask "Would you rather?" questions, and now we get to link up and answer them. Please DO NOT read this is you are easily grossed out or easily offended. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">1. Kat wants to know: Would you rather eat a cockroach or a bull nut?</span><br /><br />Those of you that have been reading my blog since July, know the answer to that....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpo5UYSZOsbDhxzA0nVVStOo9eCrMj7EETEOpClrD22mUhVHlknEugSoOUoJEMSUtGGcLKfWrvH3qj9FKqDemKlqeZbp1fsogSoqyOLgPEZ7AhfY-aVl_7OBLYusYiNYz3l4TQ752Z9-Mu/s1600-h/moreballsplease.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpo5UYSZOsbDhxzA0nVVStOo9eCrMj7EETEOpClrD22mUhVHlknEugSoOUoJEMSUtGGcLKfWrvH3qj9FKqDemKlqeZbp1fsogSoqyOLgPEZ7AhfY-aVl_7OBLYusYiNYz3l4TQ752Z9-Mu/s400/moreballsplease.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269119843868249314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bull Nuts are tasty, to see my family(yes my kids also) eating them, go <a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-part-iii-when-in-moutains.html">here</a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">2. Brandy wonders: Would you rather not shower for a month or not brush your teeth for a month? </span><br /><br />I go a month without brushing my teeth anyway, so that was easy ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">3. April asks: Would you rather....have to have sex everyday for a year straight or go six months without it?</span><br /><br />I could easily go 6 months without! But everyday, I would loose some weight. But this is about what I would rather do. So NO to sex.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">4. Ashley wants to know all kinds of good stuff: Would you rather find true love or 1 million dollars?</span><br /><br />Why a million dollars because then I could buy true love ;)<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">5. Would you rather always have to say everything on your mind or never speak again?</span><br /><br />Anyone that knows me well, knows the answer to this. Cause having ADHD makes me say everything on my mind, pretty much.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">6. Would you rather know it all or have it all?</span><br /><br />Easy, if I knew it all, I would have it all. So know it all!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">7. Katie wonders: Would you rather have extremely bad tourettes or uncontrollable orgasms?</span><br /><br />Neither, because it would almost be the same.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">8. Would you rather skip Christmas for a year or skip your birthday for a year?</span><br /><br />Birthday for sure.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">9. Heather asks: Would you rather be followed by a cloud of dust or a cloud of gnats?</span><br /><br />Yikes, this is a hard one. I would say the gnats, cause you could kill them off, not sure how I would get rid of the dust.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">10. Michelle wants to gross you out: Would you rather eat a toenail omelet or a hair sandwich?</span><br /><br />Well, since I have already eaten hair in stuff, the hair sandwich. Mercede would really love that, since she has this pica thing with hair and fuss.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">11. Would you rather lick the discharge from a cats eye or lick the dried spit from the corner of a teachers mouth?</span><br /><br />Ok, this is very nasty. But the second one, I would take. It would even make it easier if it was a good looking male teacher ;)<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">12. Jennifer wants to know: Would you rather have dinner with the Obamas or go on a date wiith George Clooney?</span><br /><br />Gee, I don't know, that is such a hard one. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm....<br /><br />Well George for sure.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">13. and as an after thought she wanted to know...Would you rather be paralyzed or blind?</span><br /><br />Neither, I don't want to answer this one as their are many in this world facing one of these disabilities and it just seems like something, I shouldn't comment on.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">14. Jo-Jo said: Would you rather blog or sleep?</span><br /><br />Blog of course.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">15. G from Where's My Angels (that's me): Would you rather take a cheese grater to your sunburned back, or pour alcohol in a new hole in your toe:)</span><br /><br />(I liked Tattooed Mini Van's answer, so I am taking it for my own)<br /><br />Alcohol on my toe. But I'd take a swig first. And again after. Til the bottle was empty.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">16. Yaya: Would you rather use the woods or a port-o-potty? (her hubby came up w/ that one!)</span><br /><br />Porta Potty, cause I can't sqwat, I need something to sit on.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">17. Jamie: Would you rather walk across hot coals or drive a nail through your foot?</span><br /><br />Nail thru the foot would take less time to heal.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;">18. Magpie: Would you rather have city street water splash on your bare feet (ew ew ew) or lick a shovel from a horse barn?</span><br /><br />Water splashed on my feet. I've had worst things splashed on my feet.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">19. Heather: Would you rather join a </span><a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lulaville.com/2008/11/we-start-early-round-here.html">charlie horse orgy</a><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"> or take ten four-year-olds on a field trip to some ancient Indian burial grounds? (Hit the charlie horse orgy link, read the post and my comment for explanation if you're wondering. So much work today!)</span><br /><br />(Again, I liked Tatoos answer so I am keeping it as mine)<br /><br />The 4 year olds. Cause you can't lock a charlie horse up in a cage.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">20. AngieDe:Would you rather have to go pee ALL the time, or have to go pee really bad but never be able to go?</span><br /><br />Again, anyone that knows me, knows the answer to this. Pee all the time, I do it anyway.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">21. Would you rather drown in Coke or Pepsi?</span><br /><br />Diet Pepsi, cause I don't want to get fatter doing it!! ha ha<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">22. Would you rather eat a bar of soap or drink a bottle of dish washing liquid?</span><br /><br />We could ask Cheyenne about this one. She has eaten a bar of soap before. I asked her to wash her mouth out with soap after she said some bad words. Next thing I know she is eating it! lol I'm so with bar of soap.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">23. Would you rather be stranded on an island alone or with someone you hate?</span><br /><br />With someone I HATE, cause then I could always torture them for some entertainment.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">24. Angela: Would you rather papercut your eyeball or step on a nail?</span><br /><br />The eyeball one<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">25. Black Betty asks: Would you rather receive a golden shower or a roman shower?</span><br /><br />I had to look one of them up and finding out the roman shower was puking, I have been puked on a million times by my kids, well, thinking about it, I have been peed on by my kids also. Now yes, they don't mean by your kids, but they are both equally nasty, so I will stay undecided.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">26. Cyndy, a fellow Dysfunctional Mom wonders: Would you rather lick a frog or drink rusty water?</span><br /><br />What, has not everyone licked a frog? Course it was fried at the time, but yum!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">27. Live.Love.Eat asks a very thought provoking question: As a blogger, would you rather be famous like Dooce and too busy to really connect with bloggers, or not so famous and have connections?</span><br /><br />Well that would be easy. If I could earn a living like Dooce does sitting on my rear blogging, then yep that would be it! (I could always have a second blog where I connected with people using another name)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">28. Hula: Would you rather live without water or electricity?</span><br /><br />You could't live with out water, you would DIE!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">29. Captain: Would you rather shave your head with a cheese grater or be audited? (Hey the Cheese grater idea is mine! Actually it wasn't it was from an old episode of Saturday night live with Billy Crystal)</span><br /><br />Cheese grater for sure.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">30. Sassy: Would you rather drink a gallon of dirty hot dog water OR a shot glass of foot sweat?</span><br /><br />I HATE both, but the hot dog water is the one I pick.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">31. Would you rather loose your 4 front teeth after bouncing your head off a cement curb OR get a paper cut on your eye?</span><br /><br />EYE<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">32. Would you rather have explosive diarrhea OR uncontrolled vomiting?</span><br /><br />Either way it would be good.............I would loose weight :) Oh on second thoughts, the vomiting would ruin my teeth.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">33. Drama Mama : Would you rather have a Permanent Yeast Infection or Permanent Hemorrhoids?</span><br /><br />Not sure as I haven't had hemorrhoids before.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">34. Ann asked : Would you rather be able to read your husband's mind? Or have him be able to read yours? (Good one!)</span><br /><br />This is so easy. Him to read my mind. I can already read his. Most women can read men's minds (except Tattooed Mini Van Momma) cause their isn't much in them.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">35. Toni asked: Would you rather suffer from incurable baldness, everywhere, or wolfman's disease, everywhere?</span><br /><br />Baldness.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">36. Would you rather share your house with a skunk or a porcupine?</span><br /><br />I have always wanted a pet skunk. You can have their stink taken care of and have them as pets. But they are illegal to have in Missouri, or you bet I would have one. Aren't they so cute??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQ19I2Fc6JVVm9BUln3FuKsAi7HV1ElW3ZVm9uDn7P3hN1ecj1LvDNDJHnDvgYJosKzO346v0Z0rhIZR4HkBdB0hnFMvHZekly9GQuoLRYXSdm13rh3d3W5_IQRvupx2gEpVMq5zOCW78/s1600-h/3SkunkNNP_468x558.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLQ19I2Fc6JVVm9BUln3FuKsAi7HV1ElW3ZVm9uDn7P3hN1ecj1LvDNDJHnDvgYJosKzO346v0Z0rhIZR4HkBdB0hnFMvHZekly9GQuoLRYXSdm13rh3d3W5_IQRvupx2gEpVMq5zOCW78/s400/3SkunkNNP_468x558.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269130191766122114" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">37. Betty asked: Would you rather eat opossum roadkill (thats been jacked up) or bambi.</span><br /><br />Another easy one, bambi!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;">38.Tatooed Mini Van Mamma: Would you rather be able to say anything you want on your blog and risk offending people and/or losing readers or would you rather keep it edited?</span><br /><br />Edit of course :) Saying anything I want gets me into trouble. Plus my parents read this blog.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">JUST an FYI for those of you wondering how long I would let the dishes sit trying to get Child Husband to clean them up.......................</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"> I finished up the dishes tonight :( </span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-47653190887779224432008-11-14T00:18:00.004-06:002008-11-14T06:41:31.433-06:00FRIDAY FRAGMENTS<p><br /></p><br /><a href="http://mrs4444awards.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-fragments.html" target="_blank"><img alt="Friday Fragments?" src="http://i520.photobucket.com/albums/w323/CarbaraB/Blogging/Friday-1.jpg" /></a><br /><br />My new bumper magnet must be working. It says "Sorry Officer, I thought you wanted to race" Because so far all the cops behind me haven't pulled me over. Even though I was speeding and also my tailight was out. I tried sticking my hand out the window and making handsigns, even though I can't remember which driving siganl means I am turning right. So I just tried to finger spell it in ASL.<br /><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />My father finally worked up the courage to post a comment on my blog. His ID was Skifeet (don't ask). Now after all these months of lurkdom, I wonder if I can persuade him to open his own blog <strike>he can post his own naked pictures</strike><br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />I got into my only pair of jeans again. Yes, I had a HUGE muffin top, but that is beside the point. Tomorrow I start a one week adventure of going vegetarian. Child Husband is fixing my favorite meat dish as we speak, the jerk! <br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />I've had no calls about Mercede's bad behavior at school this week. But maybe that is cause they are sending it home on notes now.<br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br /><a href="http://nikkicrumpet.blogspot.com/2008/11/george-needs-new-home.html">NikkiCrumpet</a> is giving away a Fab signed George Clooney photo, unfortunately <strike>skank</strike> <a href="http://nobody-but-yourself.blogspot.com/2008/11/call-to-arms.html">Heather</a> is trying to undermind me by paying <strike> or threatning</strike> others to comment on her behalf. Feel free to go over and tell Nikki how I deserve George <strike>each comment on my behalf, will earn 100 dollars</strike><br />*************************************************************************************<br />Tomorrow, I'm going to have to put on the gloves and do those dishes :(<br />*************************************************************************************<br /><br />Join in Friday Fragments with Mrs.4444 <a href="http://www.halfpastkissintime.com/2008/11/friday-fragments_14.html">here</a>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-36207724029071119162008-11-11T20:45:00.005-06:002008-11-11T21:09:22.558-06:00thoughts<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Mercede, Mercede, Mercede</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(said to the tune of Marsha, Marsha, Marsha)</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Why do you feel the need to put on your coat and back pack over your pajama's, while watching TV?</span></span></p><br /><p><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=weirdkids013.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/weirdkids013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">And</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">why</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">do you insist on wearing shoes that are over three years old?</span></p><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=weirdkids012.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/weirdkids012.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aysha, why won't you wear clothes in the house? And why are you laying under the cushion of that NASTY, UGLY sofa, your father picked up off the curb of a neighbors home ?</span></p><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=weirdkids009.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/weirdkids009.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="font-weight: bold;">Child husband, please do the dishes! I decided I will not do them. I did fill the water for you (added half beach since I know your allergic to it). I'm going to add more bleach everyday til you do them!<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=weirdkids.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/weirdkids.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></p><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-5562632917771933632008-11-08T19:47:00.003-06:002008-11-08T19:58:00.181-06:00Deep thoughts<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Ok, I'm lying to you. No deep thoughts at all. Heck, not even sure I have a thought process anymore, it is gone, in a black hole.<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">I worked 101 hours this week, yes in one week, yes it is possible. Not possible to keep your sanity though. I haven't read but maybe two post this week, all I had time for. I only checked my email every 3 days and then didn't check much of it.</p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">I had staffing issues and health issues come up at work, which affected how much I had to work. I slept very little. I'm getting ready to do a shift that starts at 1030pm and will end sometime tomorrow evening.</p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">My kids are with my parents (I love my parents) and my husband is NOW at work, though he was home ALL week and didn't do one dish. I worked my butt off and he couldn't do a lousy dish. Cause he didn't feel like it. I'm almost at a 100 post, should I have a giveaway involving Child Husband?? Would any of you comment if I did? Or would you be afraid to win him.<br /></p><p style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"><br /></p><p><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Now off to do a WEEKS worth of dishes and will also be leaving a note for my child husband to tell him that Santa ain't leaving him any gifts this year!</span><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com31tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-89966351184620948232008-10-29T22:19:00.036-05:002012-07-17T22:36:28.434-05:00We Were The 80's<span style="color: #33ff33; font-size: 180%; font-weight: bold;">Welcome to the 80's</span><span style="font-size: 180%;">! It's 80's day! </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%;"><a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-were-80s-day.html"> </a><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-were-80s-day.html"><img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/b20ea6d1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's I carried a Disc Camera at all times</span><br /><span style="color: #ff9900; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;">t</span></span><span style="color: #ff9900;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">hat is why my pictures are all blurry.</span></span></span><span style="color: #ff9900; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7KIXqg97ksJUcqMiVtUr1rtErDgfC66-6LSvEB1DHrTAFHVrpgea5oNvK2aMUKizL7rFwojV5TcXZo7yLv9LJwUELsLuE2KUF0Xul0-IZi4563QWNa21E4wBD5cI0wODso2txb8M09lZ/s1600-h/kodak4000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262802738471843634" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP7KIXqg97ksJUcqMiVtUr1rtErDgfC66-6LSvEB1DHrTAFHVrpgea5oNvK2aMUKizL7rFwojV5TcXZo7yLv9LJwUELsLuE2KUF0Xul0-IZi4563QWNa21E4wBD5cI0wODso2txb8M09lZ/s400/kodak4000.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's, you didn't get your hair colored at the Salon, you got a bottle of Sun In</span><span style="color: #ff9900; font-size: 85%;">then you regretted it and went to the Salon</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: 130%;">In the 80's I shaved both sides of my head</span> <span style="color: #ff9900;">thank goodness I have no photo's of it, and was<br /><br />also able to hide it under the rest of my hair. <span style="color: #999999; font-weight: bold;">But my sister totally rocked the Cyndi<br /><br />Lauper hair style!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">In the 80's, it was scary to eat at Taco Bell if I was working there!</span> <span style="color: #ff9900;"><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Yes, I think the cheese fell out of my mouth and back into that pan.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p01AqLeB-GdFJultIVgQ3BsfaayqOlSfX8mN4tcD1UTyETXjx2s7K9LObTy7wxP0Fere5Ss65rQ6cwZH0y3ehI67jh8a8D6vXT3KeP35xmbFYtc9ayDu3FveUecuWeueQz9T2v8c9PkN/s1600-h/Picture.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262801366014975378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p01AqLeB-GdFJultIVgQ3BsfaayqOlSfX8mN4tcD1UTyETXjx2s7K9LObTy7wxP0Fere5Ss65rQ6cwZH0y3ehI67jh8a8D6vXT3KeP35xmbFYtc9ayDu3FveUecuWeueQz9T2v8c9PkN/s400/Picture.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's you could wear your underwear over your clothes as long as you had your Swatch Watch on</span> </span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff9900;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">and Add a Bead necklace.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="color: #ff9900;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ffcccc;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><br /><br />no I didn't really wear the outfit out like that...........that I can remember.<br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZtHSvcec9tjW1lFX3g3XBcgPLaKRt-sI52ENxZuLYIJlTH-WpdGA4Y4vXWaN0R3X8q4rzV3ING06_fl_1UjlUkPa19wQm_9ZgpWYT2yxzy1KqDmq3mjxGqDtirdXEf8ybER5xn98inmf/s1600-h/baby+me+in+underwear.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262783838038284210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggZtHSvcec9tjW1lFX3g3XBcgPLaKRt-sI52ENxZuLYIJlTH-WpdGA4Y4vXWaN0R3X8q4rzV3ING06_fl_1UjlUkPa19wQm_9ZgpWYT2yxzy1KqDmq3mjxGqDtirdXEf8ybER5xn98inmf/s400/baby+me+in+underwear.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 293px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's it was a male magnet to wear two swatch watches at the same time, a bonus if one had a swatch guard</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">Yes, I found a photo with me wearing two, just look closely, but that shirt is hideous and those glasses.<br /></span></span></span></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkTRUyo5iN-DoVxwRyVrL1dkssZnlVbYDzrN5R7Y3Yp_c-glsu2QHYDZ8OIrSZiq36Gg0Xp5jpdvi9Yu6FZ3yHTQbqlVxiogpGOy0_DiKYJCJyP6lsy97j9DAHLVpS-cgZ9A_v2ygNMI0/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262801472818222178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxkTRUyo5iN-DoVxwRyVrL1dkssZnlVbYDzrN5R7Y3Yp_c-glsu2QHYDZ8OIrSZiq36Gg0Xp5jpdvi9Yu6FZ3yHTQbqlVxiogpGOy0_DiKYJCJyP6lsy97j9DAHLVpS-cgZ9A_v2ygNMI0/s400/Picture+001.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 275px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's, blue eye shadow was in</span> </span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">with green mascara<br /></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's I also went thru ALOT of blue eyeliner</span> </span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff9900;"><br />ok, so I thought it looked good then<br /></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />In the 80's I didn't have a Raspberry Beret</span></span><span style="color: #ff9900;">but I had a nice Cherry one<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's it was popular to take photo's with your friends in the bathroom</span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">with that handy dandy disc camera</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's it was also popular for your boyfriends parents to take photo's of you doing your hair in the BATHROOM after you went swimming</span></span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #ff9900;">and were running late to your Taco Bell job</span></span><span style="color: #ffcc99;"><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br />had to get their in time to drool in the cheese bin again.<br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="color: #666666;">Yes I will get on with the story now</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 78%;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #999999;">In the 80's on Christmas night 1986, just hours after this photo was taken</span> </span></span></span><span style="color: #ff9900;"><br />of me rocking my swatch watch shirt and swatch watch, and 80's hair and earrings </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAiopEhyDt7XPR41e3DTtXhjWAqnlbdE0JPw0h-1TUL_MJ1xjpZeyK7_aj09Opya1ycjSrKPjRgdbAybp-wb9Xjv7g1iGPi0XT_DA7PUDjgPaOKGENFSM8uNN5D01F5cyT97wARf-dz87e/s1600-h/arrested+8+hrs+later.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262818745332005426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAiopEhyDt7XPR41e3DTtXhjWAqnlbdE0JPw0h-1TUL_MJ1xjpZeyK7_aj09Opya1ycjSrKPjRgdbAybp-wb9Xjv7g1iGPi0XT_DA7PUDjgPaOKGENFSM8uNN5D01F5cyT97wARf-dz87e/s400/arrested+8+hrs+later.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 272px;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">Little did I know that I would be arrested. Why you ask? Well I was at my Taco Bell Christmas Party, which was held on Christmas night right up my street at a supervisors home. My sisters boyfriend asked me to drive him home, which was clear across town. I should of said "no" and drove the 2 blocks to my house. But I drove him home..........well okay, I didn't drive him home. I drove him all around town cause I was stupid and he asked me too. He had me drive him to a hotel which he stole the exit sign from, then he had me drive him around to find those big signs on ground that are lit up and have the letter wordings on them. He was stealing the letters off of them. I was the get away driver. We also ran another errand I will get to later. Well on about our 10th sign, he was juggling light bulbs when a police car drove up. The cop made us go all around town putting the letters back on the signs. BUT then the cop found out that one of the hotel exit signs was broken. So he arrested us.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 130%;">In the 80's</span>, if you were arrested, you got to drive yourself to jail, okay, maybe not for everyone, but he had me drive to the station to be processed. Weird huh. I should of out ran him;)<br /><br />You also called your mother and told her to bring $100 that you had just gotten for Christmas, to the jail to bond you out.......hanging up on her when she started screaming.<br /></span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">In the 80'</span>s</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"> it was best to try and stop your mother from calling the newspaper to keep your name out of the paper. Because that would cause them to make a HUGE article with your name in it, when it normally would of been your name in little print under the arrest part of the paper. Not a WHOLE separate piece. Sadly, I didn't keep the paper. I didn't realize it would make for good blogging over 20 years later ;)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">In the 80's</span><span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;">, it was probably not a good thing to go by your ex boyfriends<br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 130%; font-weight: bold;">HOME,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> and leave the sign letters that were stolen in his yard spelling out some bad words with his name in the beginning. Because he NEVER would of known it was you, if it wasn't for that HUGE piece in the paper about you being involved with the theft of letters off of signs.</span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-50002374016742892162008-10-27T18:09:00.005-05:002008-10-27T18:49:22.176-05:00I was Double Dogged Dared<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />By </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/">Lynette</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> to post a lovely photo of my father......right after he got out of<br /><br />the<span style="font-size:180%;"> shower</span>, in <span style="font-size:180%;">only</span> his shorts (but holding his pants) prancing<br /><br />around. I was </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://kookoo4cocoapuffs.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dad.html"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Double Dogged Dared</span> </a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">to post this photo for his<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" >71rst birthday today</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">BUT</span>..........First I want to say a few things.<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dad, I love you, and I know I always get you the crappiest birthday gifts ( a month or two after your birthday, if I do get you anything). Then there is that problem of me never remembering your birthday. You know how I always get the dates mixed up and think it is the 29th (I called Kristi on Sat to confirm the date), and mom NORMALLY gives me a reminder call (your lucky I remembered mom, your slacking), and I am normally too busy working to come visit you (nothing has changed in that area). But I do love you and you have been the best father a daughter could want. You are always there for me when I need you (with twenty dollar bills...... ok, you know I don't do mushy well), your'll drive three hours to my home to babysit on a three hour notice. You do so much for me and I'll never be able to repay you. Over the years I have learned so much about you that I never suspected. I would of never pictured you as the caretaker you are. I'm choking all up thinking about how you cared for your brother and sister during their last stages of life. How you didn't want to leave their sides because you wanted to be there if they needed you, til the end. You amaze me with your strength father. I'm glad I took after you (with the exception of the quick temper, of course, lol).<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" >Happy 71rst Birthday Dad.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And because I was dared, here is that half naked picture of you...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=funnydad-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/funnydad-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Whew, now that wasn't so bad was it??????</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just a reminder to everyone else...<br /><br />Don't forget about</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-were-80s-day.html"> We Were the 80's Day</a></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> on this Thursday (Mr. Linky is up)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-65043286941132973212008-10-13T00:36:00.016-05:002008-10-13T18:43:03.120-05:00Welcome to my Ativan induced Blogstophere!<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Welcome all my SITSTA's! You came at the perfect time. While you are visiting, I'm might be at the hospital getting fixed, refer to this <a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-freaking-me-out.html">post</a> for more information on that lovely topic. October is Breast Cancer Awareness month and it is also <a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/10/awareness.html">Down Syndrome Awareness </a>month. Something I know alot about, since my two oldest </span><strike style="font-weight: bold;">brats</strike><span style="font-weight: bold;"> teen daughter's have down syndrome. Mercede is 18 and Cheyenne is 16. They have a rarer form of down syndrome called Translocation Trisomy 21. It is the only form of down syndrome that can be inherited. And you guessed it, I am a carrier. It's all good. God knew I would love one of them so much, he gifted me with two. I'm married to Child Husband, so called because he is 11 years younger than me, and also cause he acts like a </span><strike style="font-weight: bold;">baby</strike><span style="font-weight: bold;"> child. I've got two other children Chris and Aysha and a pet fish </span><strike style="font-weight: bold;">that I hate, cause it ate 75 dollars worth of snails, crabs and fish</strike><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I started this blog after a friend of mine</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cornishadoptionjourney.blogspot.com/"> Meredith </a><span style="font-weight: bold;">adopted two children with down syndrome from the Ukraine</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. She went thru </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.reecesrainbow.com/">Reece's Rainbows International Adoption Ministry</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">. I started stalking adoption blogs from Reece's. They are saving children with down syndrome (and other disabilities) from being put in a institution where they may die early from starvation and neglect. I fir</span></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">st heard about SITS on a site where a </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://andrewscrew.blogspot.com/">woman</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> had adopted three children with down syndrome. I'm so glad I did. I've made many new bloggy friends but I'll post about that tomorrow on the BIG SITS DAY!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">In honor of it being Down Syndrome Awareness month, I'll direct you to my friend </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspecialks.com/2008/10/todays-day.html"></a><a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Renee's Blog</span></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;">She has a beautiful daughter Kennedy with down syndrome whom has braved cancer and neck surgery this last year. She is blogging 31 days for T21 and has a <a href="http://www.myspecialks.com/2008/10/todays-day.html">contest </a>going on where you can win a gift basket. You can also learn alot about down syndrome over there. Over here your just going to learn how crazy my family is and why I carry a script for Ativan in my purse!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Oh and I'm going to host a We Were the 80's day on October 30th. It will be a day to show off your stylist 80's photo's (if your were born before then). Just email (email is listed in my profile) me a link to your blog and I'll post it up on the 30th.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thanks for stopping by. If I make it out of the hospital, you should hear from me by Tuedays night, if you don't, then send money to my family;) Do say some prayers for </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://therfamilydiaries.blogspot.com/2008/10/15-hours-with-no-food.html">Tiffany </a><span style="font-weight: bold;">today as she is going into the hospital today for a more serious surgery than I.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yikes, they posted early today!! I'm not done with my post, oh no!! I'd better get this thing up!<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Update: I had no idea they were putting me out and putting a breathing tube in for this procedure. I almost walked out. All is good though. I just slept my SITS day away!! lol</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com98tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-4226045808197209602008-10-11T21:16:00.006-05:002008-10-11T22:21:29.396-05:00The Pumpkin Festival from H...................................<span style="font-weight: bold;">Saturday, my only day partially off. I say partially because I am still on pager, and I get at least six calls from my staff on Saturdays. Today I slept in and then while I was still in my undies (I knew you would want that information) I emailed <a href="http://texaswordtangle.blogspot.com/">Rhea</a> a few times about the trip my family were going to take to the Hartsburg Pumpkin Festival. We finally got on the road and were two miles outside Hartsburg at 1pm. AT 2pm, we were still two miles outside Hartsburg. Mercede was throwing a fit in the back of the car. I had Cheyenne and Aysha spraying her with their squirt water bottles, as I couldn't reach her myself. We finally hit Hartsburg right before 3pm. Then I saw the population sign, I was scared. This town puts on a festival that has thousands of people that attend and THIS is their population.....<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4353.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I did find out why it took two hours to move 2 miles, look at the detour they had us go thru..<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4356.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4356.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We finally hit the festival and I spot a pumpkin <strike>snow</strike> man. So cute..<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4364.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4364.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then we have to drive thru, yes thru the festival!! Do you know how long it takes to move thru all these people walking in front of you?<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4367.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4367.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then I finally find a parking place next to the corn field and Children of the Corn scenes race thru my mind. I wait a few minutes in my car, to make sure Malachai doesn't pop out at us.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4369.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4369.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We have only two hours to spend at the festival because it ends at 5pm. It was two hours too long!lol Mercede was on a roll, and I had to call my husband to tell him I might have to sacrifice Mercede to "He Who Walks Behind the Rows". Mercede got lucky as I never ran into Isaac. We did find some pumpkins. Mercede had some choice words when she found out I wasn't going to carry one of them back to the car.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4371.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4371.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Their were some interesting sights to see like this dog, his name is Cajun (bet you couldn't figure that out)<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4374.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4374.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh and they had funnel cakes, wait it gets better they had funnel cakes with lots of bavarian creme on top. I wanted to snap a picture, I really did, but we ate it too quick but I did snap this photo of Aysha with some traces of it on her.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4375.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4375.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Ok, so it wasn't all bad, I found these crafts, and I took the lady's card, so now my family will know what they are getting for Christmas (the lady's card, ha ha).<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4378.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4378.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After Mercede and I wrestled near the Baptist Church (I was just trying to baptist her), we decided it was time to head home, well that and the fact it was 5pm. I noticed that we must of missed Malachai, as he had left some marks of his sickle in this pumpkin next to the corn field.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4370.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4370.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />As we are pulling out of the corn field, we are made to detour to a country road. Then it ends and their are two ways to take, no directions on either way. Cars in front of me turn both ways, so I choose right. A car going the opposite way flags me down and ask if I know how to get to the highway. I was going to ask them the same. So after I go that way awhile, I turned around and went the other way, and then I turned around again and headed back the way I started.... and then I turned again, cause I stopped someone whom knew where to go. I traveled on this back road to "no where" forever. I can't see anything from the dust.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4382.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4382.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then there was this bridge, yikes, are their words..<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4384.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4384.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I really thought that this was going to be like those movies of them small towns that lure tourist to their deaths. But we did make it home. I stopped at Wal-Mart to buy Mercede a pumpkin <strike>to stuff her in</strike>, I also got a picture of the crafts the girls picked out. I had to take the photo by my favorite spider Bert. Bert is only one of the few hundred spiders that have taken over our home.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4390.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4390.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">This post is dedicated to <a href="http://helpihaveateenager.blogspot.com/">Insane Momma</a> and her Halloween contest. Go check it out <a href="http://helpihaveateenager.blogspot.com/2008/10/conversations-with-granny-pm-is-that-my.html">here</a>.</span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-91509765132131336522008-10-10T18:12:00.004-05:002008-10-10T18:53:15.214-05:00My Favorite Antique: Pee Boy<span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4338-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4338-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Ever since I was a child I always loved looking at</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">a curio shelf at my grandmothers house. She had this little figuring that was so interesting. My mother said they have had it since she was a little girl, they bought it at a fair (or maybe won it). Pee boy is now over 50 years old !! He has a little container of pee that has stayed intact for over 50 years. As a child ( and an adult,lol) I loved making the pee go back and forth in it's little container. I always told my grandmother that after she passed, I was going to take Pee Boy. And Pee Boy is now unfortunately mine. He still fascinates me. He is dirty, he looks the same as the day I brought him home.</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4338.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4338.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=IMG_4339-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4339-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I store him in another antique I love, that was my grandmothers. The bowl matched a piggy bank I had. I later found out that same person made them. I don't have good pictures of them, they have lovely color swirls going thru them (you can kinda see it on the pig).</span><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view¤t=IMG_4344.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view¤t=IMG_4348.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/IMG_4348.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">The sad thing is, with my kids, I doubt Pee Boy, the Pee Boy Bowl or my Piggy bank will survive the next 5 years.<br /><br /></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-37822762211130906352008-10-07T23:15:00.004-05:002008-10-07T23:21:44.532-05:00Out of the mouth of babes..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ldsHhrG6uwp7uwkp4z7eSt1ao87-hKzMUNUL_pk2Shslj4IfX1DdwOu8UgY8SRTXzgvrjq_92I3pXx6TB3gW3IpbZCqOIk_l-FDp4wTRbegbnFOQkPc9_1f1XgMhlbnGbQdQlvi-9Phk/s1600-h/IMG_4258.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ldsHhrG6uwp7uwkp4z7eSt1ao87-hKzMUNUL_pk2Shslj4IfX1DdwOu8UgY8SRTXzgvrjq_92I3pXx6TB3gW3IpbZCqOIk_l-FDp4wTRbegbnFOQkPc9_1f1XgMhlbnGbQdQlvi-9Phk/s400/IMG_4258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254632404846187266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Today I sneezed, yelled something and then ran to the bathroom.<br /><br /><br />Aysha comes into the bathroom and says "Mommy, did you pee your pants?"<br /><br />Me: "No, No, no I didn't. What makes you think that?"<br /><br />Aysha: "Cause when you sneezed you said a bad word."<br /><br /><br />Well that is nice to know that it wasn't my action of running to the bathroom pulling my pants down!<br /></span><p><br /></p>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-79927428992833006972008-10-06T00:40:00.009-05:002008-10-13T01:59:52.181-05:00Mercede takes on Richard Simmon's<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mercede</span> was a huge Barney fan while growing up. Needless to say, a mom can only take so much. So I banned her from Barney. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mercede</span> was so upset that she went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thru</span> all my video's looking for something she liked. Then in the corner cabinet, under five inches of dust, she found Dancing to the Oldies. For the next few years <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mercede</span> worked out with Richard every single day. During the summer she worked out 3 hours a day, while I laid on the sofa eating chocolate and cheese curls shouting "Go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mercede</span>! Go <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mercede</span>!" She was his biggest fan........well okay, probably his smallest (wink, wink). </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">To cut a long story short. I pulled <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mercede</span> from school so she could attend a Woman's Conference in our home town that Richard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Simmon's</span> was going to be at. Surrounded by hundreds of large women (me being one of them), little, tiny, skinny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mercede</span> worked out with them/us. She was near the front of the stage and Richard called her up on stage. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mercede</span> is so happy to meet him! Oh Look at her face. When she does that mouth open, eye's rolled up toward heaven look, you know that she is on super <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">excitement</span> mode.<br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=RichandCede-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/RichandCede-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">He pulls her to the front of the stage, and then <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Mercede</span> lost it. She slapped him away. While we didn't get THAT photo, we did get the priceless look on his face after it happened.<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/?action=view&current=RichardSimmons003.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/wheresmyangels/RichardSimmons003.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);">If you ever meet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Mercede</span>, she will tell you her version of the story. It goes something like this......<br /><br />"I slapped Richard <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Simmon's</span> and made him cry."<br /><br />While she did slap Richard, and while he did cry. It isn't a whole truth, since he was crying on stage about 15 minutes before she slapped him. But hey, her version <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">makes</span> for a better story.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com119tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-2248532247344465922008-10-03T23:05:00.022-05:002008-10-04T00:01:14.103-05:00Awareness<span style="font-weight:bold;">October is National Down Syndrome Awareness Month. I thought I would post some pictures of my girls when they were younger,as I don't have time to do anything else! lol<br /><br />I also want to say that this is also National Breast Cancer Awareness month. I'm very fortunate to not know very many people affected by this. I do have one bloggy friend whom is a survivor. Give <a href="http://welovemeghanleigh.blogspot.com/">Kris </a>a shout out, she deserves it!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4C5471PNQ5wJWKjVv5Ad38HofFLl-itZ3KUIWsf9TFwtqjFTNaFR7TMs9f54CALDNViFSR-TamEVt2f_QyQ2amHtHrFYfXL1Bf0RxLaH0xjA-YcToBvvcLz-fIXZiMUodmwxE1A1HxE8t/s1600-h/Mercede+1+year.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4C5471PNQ5wJWKjVv5Ad38HofFLl-itZ3KUIWsf9TFwtqjFTNaFR7TMs9f54CALDNViFSR-TamEVt2f_QyQ2amHtHrFYfXL1Bf0RxLaH0xjA-YcToBvvcLz-fIXZiMUodmwxE1A1HxE8t/s400/Mercede+1+year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253145327769257538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:6;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 51);"></span></span><br /><p><br /></p><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLWjXx5AUJd3I7hsCuLVb4u6WoxHxZnaP98ZfBRGzmBA8K_x0H4de6wriXDY6cAEcIw5KZ9zWwDmBh97TyVvww7EKgPjUfNyzBGgW3o_n4Puf3fGw_zyaJzFQLm62FO8t_vDRCHBZyUbP5/s1600-h/cheyenne+after+open+heart+surgery.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCRgWvE47HKbsN7qrEubp5Ki5AcfZQ8_S19LHRjMnnuIikllDfIPcZ2KeA3OPSL11uvi2jvCGJ9Qx1ziSZxbexrglndGc2gt9kXPQ0DMHx0UFWNL1zuPnilWf4udNYZTvJeYD0D-rdJNGn/s400/mall+trip+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253158864323525954" /></a>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5936029827244523736.post-88700032192510405052008-09-29T23:21:00.010-05:002009-02-02T21:48:09.429-06:00I'm Alive!!!<span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes, Mercede is okay. Thanks for your prayers and thoughts. She hasn't had anymore spells and actually the only reason she wouldn't be okay now is for doing this mess..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsChPgwmug1bbydjoJ6-26FGmNViFQROs1JYWp5RfoS7cHlPZey_C_Ayp-V3xgJ_Ls-SD4Z-hNXy54gvwyVkV5JQXm6RJh22TnPErXthx27UVNEzgiKE3S2UwpTCEvTdvxdKL4YR2Vqxxm/s1600-h/IMG_4265.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsChPgwmug1bbydjoJ6-26FGmNViFQROs1JYWp5RfoS7cHlPZey_C_Ayp-V3xgJ_Ls-SD4Z-hNXy54gvwyVkV5JQXm6RJh22TnPErXthx27UVNEzgiKE3S2UwpTCEvTdvxdKL4YR2Vqxxm/s400/IMG_4265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251665595438779986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is what happens when Mercede has nothing to do. School was out last Friday and I had a 10 hour work day and Child Husband was home with the kids. This only happens this bad when Child Husband is <strike>not</strike> watching the kids. Mercede took everything out of her closet, everything out of drawers and anything else that was around. She can't stand to leave pillow cases on pillows and even went into my room and took mine off, as I can see them in this picture. So I would say that Mercede is feeling fine and that prozac isn't really affecting her that much! lol<br /><br />In other news, I have been gone over a week because I had some mad days at work, then my internet company had some issues and it took them over three days to fix the problem. I just haven't had time to get on the computor. I did check my email a few times at the office but was out of time for anything else.<br /><br />Good news is that<a href="http://wheresmyangels.blogspot.com/2008/08/ben-is-really-needingyour-prayers-again.html"> Ben </a>left the hospital a few days ago! Thank you so much for all your prayers. He is done with his chemo and still needs many prayers as there are still so many challenges that he could face. Aysha was running up to everyone in the store telling them how God had healed Ben. It is the best news ever!<br /><br />My <a href="http://www.smpalmero.com/">SIL Scott</a> could use your prayers, we just got a call tonight that she was in the hospital. Her arm and face were going numb and her blood pressure super high. I was just in her town on Saturday and took these pictures with her kids.<br /><br />This is 9 month old Ireland getting a bath. Look at them eyes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0zyLMNGQ4IQKZP8cUQ6oGIUtdtYp7jwUEZPdpClHTXrsNJYXssAsFLBEUHmG_lI4Ju1xbDXrSOyiqjrFwXrc1j1wnHUcWrbvXu6AAYwmJCKALl34bHStfACChCrCgLQnjBwxJxIdhJqB/s1600-h/IMG_4272.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd0zyLMNGQ4IQKZP8cUQ6oGIUtdtYp7jwUEZPdpClHTXrsNJYXssAsFLBEUHmG_lI4Ju1xbDXrSOyiqjrFwXrc1j1wnHUcWrbvXu6AAYwmJCKALl34bHStfACChCrCgLQnjBwxJxIdhJqB/s400/IMG_4272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251669042945216978" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is the coolest tree. The kids all loved it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq1xGpRr3-XvsI7OgUo2LyOmtRXJWAiV59BKgqJsSJTjvlpdpFXdqAEv272DZ-CuihI1oyXae6M5BNVVLacae1_1CYCsvcoe_92CvbEmz2qlDSkGe7ebhuf9tlRlimk_ZZri0bV_xxm13/s1600-h/IMG_4275.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeq1xGpRr3-XvsI7OgUo2LyOmtRXJWAiV59BKgqJsSJTjvlpdpFXdqAEv272DZ-CuihI1oyXae6M5BNVVLacae1_1CYCsvcoe_92CvbEmz2qlDSkGe7ebhuf9tlRlimk_ZZri0bV_xxm13/s400/IMG_4275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251669983823011282" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My BIL Devin says he is riding a rhinoceros.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbb1DOZw3GoZQBpFyvBgepv5KvwNGrW1Vp2Z2QNMHHBLsfv0qC7AjK9JAxBfhgWzYUW5XUv_adoVgM8Ufl0JSgMvqFbuqZD60oAzhRSwHamk7CNKhzi5vVQg5oUQyGSamVT8UDOuJfrom/s1600-h/IMG_4297.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbb1DOZw3GoZQBpFyvBgepv5KvwNGrW1Vp2Z2QNMHHBLsfv0qC7AjK9JAxBfhgWzYUW5XUv_adoVgM8Ufl0JSgMvqFbuqZD60oAzhRSwHamk7CNKhzi5vVQg5oUQyGSamVT8UDOuJfrom/s400/IMG_4297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251671029212570658" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last is a picture I took last week of Scott with her two youngest kids <strike>she pops out kids like a rabbit </strike>, she was having a hard time holding them. I should of made her hold all three at one time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVklmrexeGbGgak38jFtC1gB96i1Cf9Qq3nk3rT3EsLYW_y0PZN6HXJk3qBM4ldyuam6JGIuUfcGpGoLDPQCO_WTVPd63gk55nfE1Y_qHl0xu8C6CyUFM3Ev87S6B_IDVz6b4F6Btj8ksJ/s1600-h/IMG_4234.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVklmrexeGbGgak38jFtC1gB96i1Cf9Qq3nk3rT3EsLYW_y0PZN6HXJk3qBM4ldyuam6JGIuUfcGpGoLDPQCO_WTVPd63gk55nfE1Y_qHl0xu8C6CyUFM3Ev87S6B_IDVz6b4F6Btj8ksJ/s400/IMG_4234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251673788104169378" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I've got a super busy work week and I'm going to try catching up with everyone when I can. Again, thanks for the thoughts and prayers.</span>WheresMyAngelshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10846463631273691864noreply@blogger.com22