tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146658752011-04-21T20:19:36.407-05:00Why are you reading this? Why am I writing this? Does anyone care? I don't even think I do. I am just your typical stay at home mom with typical days and typical thoughts... Or am I?Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.comBlogger781100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-8636467470036732712007-08-06T22:09:00.000-05:002007-08-06T22:23:52.334-05:00

Hm, after a year or so of not blogging, I've decided to start up again. Why, you ask. Well, he's deployed again. Yep, back in good ol' Iraq. So, I'm left without adult interaction again. :( Hopefully this blog won't cause as much drama as it did last time. I guess that's the good thing about letting it lie dormant the last year.I am back in my home state of Tennessee!! Woo hoo! Now I'm

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1136314051606606832006-01-03T13:46:00.000-05:002006-01-03T13:47:31.623-05:00

HE'S COMING HOME!!!!!!!!Yep, my year of waiting is finally over. His happy butt will be home tomorrow afternoon.

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1136091119239427532005-12-31T23:50:00.000-05:002005-12-31T23:53:38.346-05:00

I made a stupid stupid mistake today. I went to the welcome home ceremony that should have been my husbands. I don't know what possessed me to go. I knew better, knew I would be all weepy and sad. I guess I was just wanting to be part of it, to feel something. The last several days I've been walking around in a daze, numb. I did see one of our friends come home though, so that made it worth it.

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1135806627753413112005-12-28T16:31:00.000-05:002005-12-28T16:50:27.773-05:00

The time is almost here!! He'll be home Saturday! I am so excited. I can barely contain it. I already know what I'm wearing!! ^_^ He's such a smartass, I love him! We're talking yesterday and I'm telling him that I'm gonna hold up a sign with our last name written on it and I'm just gonna hold it up. There is no way I'll be able to find him amongst all the running crazy wives and soldiers. To

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1135460350786010722005-12-24T16:36:00.000-05:002005-12-24T16:39:49.096-05:00

My husband, who is due home from Iraq in 7 days ^_^, sent this to me:its christmas eve in case you didnt knowbut no one told us poor little joespatrols and convoys they will rollgunfire and mortors they will explodeno chimneys for stockingsno piano side songjust a rifle and helmetand a road thats too longwith mosque after mosque blaring hajis songno reindeer on rooftopsno gifts or a treebut the

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1134424061978150312005-12-12T16:38:00.000-05:002005-12-12T16:47:42.000-05:00

I haven't been up to a whole lot; hence, the lack of posts here. Just counting down to redeployment. I have 19 days before he's to start heading home! ^_^I went with another mom from Scouts to take boys to see "The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe" on Saturday. That movie was awesome!! I don't remember the book from childhood, so I can't tell you how closely it sticks

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1133910128513911452005-12-06T18:02:00.000-05:002005-12-06T18:02:08.560-05:00

I have kept my mouth closed about this for a couple of weeks but now I need to vent.  One of my “friends” is pissed at me.  Actually I think pissed is an understatement.  She no longer calls me, answers my phone calls, doesn’t email me and has changed her Yahoo status to being always offline to me.  Now, I don’t know about you, but to me that signals the end of a friendship.  All because I griped

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1133475621746030512005-12-01T16:50:00.000-05:002005-12-01T17:20:21.770-05:00

I started my countdown to my husbands return today. :D He is scheduled to leave on Dec. 31. Yes, that could, and probably will, change but I have to have something to look forward to. So as of today I have 30 days!I am in a nasty funk of depression right now. I have cried at least once a day each day for the last week and a half. I am withdrawn and bummed. That's the main reason why I started the

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1132856736360905362005-11-24T13:11:00.000-05:002005-11-24T13:26:12.986-05:00

I went to the hospital yesterday after the maintenance guy left. I was seen pretty quickly. They put me on oxygen for about an hour or so, drew blood for a blood gas test, and gave me some Tylenol for my headache. Once the blood gas test came back they saw I wasn't so bad that I had to be admitted, but it was close. They just kept telling me to go to sleep. I couldn't stop yawning, and I mean

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1132774245409808912005-11-23T14:30:00.000-05:002005-11-23T14:30:45.433-05:00

I think I have carbon monoxide poisoning. Yesterday maintenance put a note on my door saying they were going to work on the gas lines and that our gas would be out for about 3 hours. I didn't think much of this. I was able to cook last night, so figured the gas was back on. I get up this morning and notice a touch of a gas odor in the kitchen. Again, I didn't think much of it. I got

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1132722717723457452005-11-23T00:11:00.000-05:002005-11-23T00:11:57.740-05:00

I don't understand people sometimes. I mean, I guess since we post our lives on these blogs for the whole world to see we should be prepared for negativity. But, damn! I just don't get it. Why would you go to someone's blog and then post mean/rude/degrading comments when they didn't do anything to offend you? My friend, Eddie, put a pic of his wife on his blog and someone thought it would be

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1132278226909717442005-11-17T20:55:00.000-05:002005-11-17T20:55:28.440-05:00

I keep forgetting about this thing. It's amazing with as addicted as I was that I have completely forgotten it's here. I also don't have that much to blog about lately other than whining about crap going on with me.The latest news on Ray is that he'll be home the first week of January. ^_^ Woohoo! Can I even put into words how excited I am?! Tonight was the last football practice. Saturday is

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1131314416330710142005-11-06T16:57:00.000-05:002005-11-07T12:05:19.586-05:00

Your Hair Should Be PinkHyper, insane, and a boatload of fun.You're a traveling party that everyone loves to follow.What's Your Funky Inner Hair Color?Who would have thought that my inner hair color would be pink?! For those of you who don't actually know me I'll fill you in... My closet looks like a bottle of pepto bismol got shook up and sprayed all over the place. When I go out shopping my

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1131312340617905232005-11-06T16:08:00.000-05:002005-11-06T16:25:40.666-05:00

How long has it been since I've blogged? I've really lost track. I am so losing my mind the closer it gets to my husband coming home/the longer he's been gone. It is said that stress can cause your memory to not function at it's best. Man, I am living proof of that! I can't remember the simplest things anymore. This blog being one of them. The only reason why I can remember to take the

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1130287107901556702005-10-25T19:22:00.000-05:002005-10-25T19:38:27.910-05:00

All I have to say is...Brrrrrrrrrrr!!! It is freaking cold!! I've been sitting on cold metal bleachers for the last two hours in 52 degree weather. My butt, hands and feet are N-U-M-B. I know you're thinking 52 isn't that cold. Well, for southern GA that is very cold, it was in the upper 70's three days ago! I got a sunburn on Saturday for goodness sakes!!!!! According to the weather.com

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1130013141768542892005-10-22T15:15:00.000-05:002005-10-22T15:32:21.796-05:00

Yay yay yay! My son's football team won their game today! The score was 53-27. Now, that's some football right there! The boys were all playing so well, they definitely deserved this win. I think they only got two or three penalties, rather than their usual seven or more. I was so proud of my son, he is finally getting the hang of it. He made three tackles today!! With one of them the kid

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1129118424573813362005-10-12T06:31:00.000-05:002005-10-12T07:01:56.823-05:00

I just had to talk about this crazy dream I had. Me and some guy (I don't know who he is) were in Baghdad. I don't know why we were in Baghdad. We're walking around and commenting on how clean all the non-Iraqi people are, as if they were all freshly showered. Then we come across this building that looks like a deserted factory. We go in to take a look around and it's an old dry cleaner. There

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128814411072259172005-10-08T18:33:00.000-05:002005-10-08T18:33:33.106-05:00

Son#1 had a football game today. I wasn't really all that excited about it because it was an away game (about an hour from us) and they haven't won a game yet. But come to find out the other 7-8 year old team here got all the kids who played last year, greedy asses! Well the team we were playing today, Wilmington Island, came here to play the other team last Saturday. Let me tell you, they looked

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128716405104635402005-10-07T14:55:00.000-05:002005-10-07T15:20:05.116-05:00

Yes, I've been absent for some time. I've been busy and tired and all that junk. I am constantly on the run now. But, thankfully, I only have one more month of sports. Both soccer and football are ending in November. I do have some news though. I took in a stray kitten!Ok, is she not the cutest thing you've ever laid eyes on?! She was out in the rain under my carport Wednesday. I saw her

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128395750587142282005-10-03T22:08:00.000-05:002005-10-03T22:16:41.753-05:00

I haven't felt like blogging the last few days. Hell, I haven't felt like being on the computer at all, actually. So I will post a funny pic for tonight. Maybe I'll be back on tomorrow to actually write something.

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128189311804681622005-10-01T12:46:00.000-05:002005-10-01T12:55:11.806-05:00

Hee hee! Here's a funny email one of my friends sent me.Men are like...1. Laxatives...They irritate the shit out of you.2. Bananas...The older they get the less firm they are.3. Weather...Nothing can be done to change them.4. Blenders...You need one but you're not quite sure why.5. Chocolate...They're sweet, smooth and usually head straight for your hips.6. Commercials...You can't

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128188478518289162005-10-01T12:38:00.000-05:002005-10-01T12:42:05.680-05:00

A man walked into a supermarket with his zipper down. A lady cashier walked up to him and said, "Your barracks door is open." Not a phrase that men normally use, he went on his way looking a bit puzzled.When he was about done shopping, a man came up and said, "Your fly is open." He zipped up and finished shopping.At the checkout, he intentionally got in the line where the lady was that told him

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1128031658120770752005-09-29T17:07:00.000-05:002005-09-29T17:07:38.163-05:00

Ahh, the things kids learn when they go places.  Son#2 went on a field trip to the fire department with his class today.  Now, for this to be funny you have to know that son#2 is 5 years old and can come up with the craziest things at times.  So I pick him up from school and he tells me all about the trip:  we walked there, we got to shoot the hose at a little cone, we got to walk through a fire

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127677460830626922005-09-25T14:43:00.000-05:002005-09-25T14:44:20.840-05:00

DNA Artwork???

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127676313603270392005-09-25T14:21:00.000-05:002005-09-25T14:25:13.620-05:00

My friend, whose daughter goes to preschool with my son, called to tell me the director called to inform her that they also are shutting down Monday and Tuesday. What the blue fuck is that?! I am PAYING for my kid to go to that damn school! We DRIVE them, they do not ride a bus! You just have no idea how bad I want to go to that school and demand my $18.50 back for him missing two days. Yes,

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127603710356116802005-09-24T17:39:00.000-05:002005-09-24T19:11:33.076-05:00

Georgia has now been shifted to the very top of my list of dumbest states I've lived in. On Friday it was announced that there will be no school Monday and Tuesday due to a "possible gas shortage." What the hell??!! A possible gas shortage? This is the stupidest reason I have ever heard for there to not be school. And this is coming from a woman who went to school in a county that released us

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127500870156220622005-09-23T13:35:00.000-05:002005-09-23T14:24:33.950-05:00

Ok, first you have to go read the limerick B.O.B.I. wrote about me if you haven't already. lol I'm assuming I guessed the secret sound in one of his previous posts so I got a limerick as my prize. I LOVE it!!!In the same post he has the results of a geek/nerd/dork test. Well you know me and my addiction to these little quizzes so I took it. Here's mine:Joe Normal21 % Nerd, 30% Geek, 4% Dork *Edit

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127487193585471422005-09-23T09:47:00.000-05:002005-09-23T09:53:13.596-05:00

I forgot to post pics of the jewelry. April demands pics of jewelry so who am I to deny her?

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127477484155750552005-09-23T06:54:00.000-05:002005-09-23T07:11:24.170-05:00

What pic shall I use on the blogs? The time-old question we ask ourselves when we start commenting here. How does one go about choosing theirs? We've seen hand-drawn pics, PSP-altered pics, cleavage-baring pics, mullet pics, goofy pics and, of course, the ever popular no pic. Some try to choose a pic that shows them in the best light. Some choose one that doesn't show them at all. Some

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127444145004763792005-09-22T21:39:00.000-05:002005-09-22T22:07:50.153-05:00

I received a box from my hubby today! ^_^ *Does happy dance* He is usually pretty good about sending me letters on a regular basis. The box was a nice surprise. He sent back some books that he's read and wants me to put up for him, a couple of knives he bought for the boys (although they will only be items to look at lol), a tripod for the camera (looks like he might get some naughty pics now), a

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127417674727546652005-09-22T14:33:00.000-05:002005-09-22T14:34:34.756-05:00

Check this out.

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127338489150321872005-09-21T16:32:00.000-05:002005-09-21T16:34:49.160-05:00

Ok, just so I don't get any hateful comments for this one, let me just say I got it in an email and thought I'd share...Things I have learned from watching the news on TV lately: The hurricane only hit black families' property.New Orleans was devastated and no other city was affected by the hurricane.Mississippi is reported to have a tree blown down.New Orleans has no white people.The hurricane

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127325426817167882005-09-21T12:54:00.000-05:002005-09-21T12:58:35.363-05:00

I found this on the site "News of the Weird."Another Underreported Success Story in the Rebuilding of Iraq: "Abu Mustafa" (a nickname) is part of a small market of vendors of pornographic videos operating in Baghdad, according to an August Reuters dispatch, and sells about 50 DVDs a day, with movies from Lebanon and other Arab countries the most popular. "I tried lots of other jobs," he said, but

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1127265023845857322005-09-20T20:09:00.000-05:002005-09-20T20:12:52.686-05:00

What Your Underwear Says About YouYou like your underwear to make you feel girlish and pretty. Let's hope you're a chick.You're a closet exhibitionist who gets a thrill from being secretly naughty.The Underwear Oracle

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126987897697487112005-09-17T15:09:00.000-05:002005-09-17T15:14:12.606-05:00

Ok, so it's not the grandest layout in all of blogworld, but it's now PINK and makes me happy for now. I'll probably change the background image, but it works for now.*Edit: Damnit! I just noticed I lost my links!! Now I have to redo those b/c I didn't bother to copy it all down first. *twitch*

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126745855783110212005-09-14T19:47:00.000-05:002005-09-14T19:57:35.790-05:00

Ok, I am going to attempt making my own blog layout. It will be some sort of pink monstrosity. Yes, I am crazy about pink. I love it, I love it, I love it!! So hopefully I'll have something cute and pink on here in the next day or so. Wish me luck!!

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126659105948867302005-09-13T19:19:00.000-05:002005-09-13T19:52:30.396-05:00

Well, the birthday party was a total bust! Only one of his friends came, and that's only because her mom is one of my closest friends here. Another one of my friends came with her two daughters and that was it. Seriously! And of the 6 other kids that were invited but didn't show only one parent called to tell me they weren't and why. Luckily my son didn't seem to care, and thankfully I didn't

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126454621462348982005-09-11T10:45:00.000-05:002005-09-11T11:04:00.943-05:00

A sad day for so many... a happy day for me and my family. Today is son#2's 5th birthday! Yes, he turned one on that fateful day in 2001. This day will forever be bittersweet for us. It's hard to be happy on a day that changed our country so drastically. I often feel guilty about today being a big day for us. I guess it's part of what they call "survivors guilt." So today I am having a little

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126405845477967952005-09-10T21:28:00.000-05:002005-09-10T21:30:45.483-05:00

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126382967740236732005-09-10T15:06:00.000-05:002005-09-10T15:09:27.746-05:00

Bob checked into a hotel on a business trip and was a bit lonely, so he thought he would get one of those girls you see advertised in phone booths. He decided to phone one called Erogeonique, a lovely girl, bending over in the photo -- beautiful. So he picked up the card and dialed the number. "Hello?" the woman says. "Hi, I hear you do massage and I'd like you to come to my room and give me a

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126380444227583502005-09-10T14:18:00.000-05:002005-09-10T14:27:24.226-05:00

Yay! The tech came today to fix my 'puter. He replaced the motherboard and the power supply. I asked him about what the Dell people had told me about replacing my surge protector power strip. He said that isn't the issue. He told me to go to newegg.com (like Bobi said) and buy my own power supply. Said that the ones Dell has had them installing in my pc are only 250 and should be a minimum

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1126020809262778082005-09-06T10:25:00.000-05:002005-09-06T10:33:29.283-05:00

My computer died. AGAIN! I called Dell and they are saying (AGAIN) that it's either the motherboard or the power supply. So they are sending out both parts. The tech should be calling my Wednesday or Thursday to come out and work on it. AGAIN! This will make the third motherboard and second powersupply they have replaced, in a two year period. And they already replaced the hard drive once.

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1125809381683462402005-09-03T23:34:00.000-05:002005-09-03T23:59:58.270-05:00

I went this afternoon to help one of my friends paint her daughters bedroom. I warned her before I grabbed a roller, "I have never painted before." With said warning she still wanted my help. Well, I am now wondering if I managed to get any of the paint on the walls or whether I am wearing all of it...Hmm, how did I get all this paint on my foot you ask. Well, simple really, I was backing up to

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1125713726649044042005-09-02T21:13:00.000-05:002005-09-02T21:25:18.500-05:00

My friend April had this quiz on her blog so I thought I'd copy her. (How's it feel, Ms. Copycat?!)DESIREED is for DistinguishedE is for ExplosiveS is for SensualI is for IdealR is for RefreshingE is for ExtraordinaryE is for EnthusiasticWhat Does Your Name Mean?

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1125711063644470082005-09-02T20:31:00.000-05:002005-09-02T20:31:03.910-05:00

To backtrack a bit so my post makes more sense…  Back in October, one of the wives of a soldier in my husbands unit passed away.  Her husband was left with their 10 month old daughter and a deployment to Iraq coming in a few months.  I helped him out by watching his daughter for him so she wouldn’t be living in daycare.  Well, when it came time for him to move, he got a compassionate reassignment

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1125517312473706202005-08-31T14:36:00.000-05:002005-08-31T14:41:52.480-05:00

I'm driving through town today and decide to look at gas prices as I do, since I need to fill up. Holy shit! The Shell station was selling their gas for $3.00/gallon and the BP right across the street was selling for $2.89/gallon. O_O Well, this is what I have to say: Fuck you Shell and Screw you BP! I got gas on post for $2.57/gallon, so take your insanely priced gas and shove it up your ass

Deshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03367732060291434017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14665875.post-1125452373331359922005-08-30T20:26:00.000-05:002005-08-30T20:39:33.336-05:00

I feel pressured to now have witty, interesting posts on my blog. Why? Because I have been linked from a funny blog. Which means that those that read his blog for their daily dose of humor might click on me thinking I'm entertaining too. Which, in person, I am. But creative writing has never been my strong point. Damn you English 102 and your making me rewrite already perfectly written plays!!

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So I’ve been a little lazy the past few days and haven’t posted. Give me a break! You know a girl has to have a life now and then… although that wouldn’t be me. Lol Even though I’ve been too busy to post I haven’t really been busy doing anything. Let’s see, what did I do this weekend?:Friday: Went to CiCi’s pizza with my friend, Linda, and our kids. You would be surprised the conversations

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Ok, before I go into my little story for this afternoon I have to give you a vocabulary lesson. *ahem* A commissary is "a supermarket for military personnel and their dependents, usually located on a military installation." So, therefore, anyone in the commissary is linked to the military in some fashion; i.e. soldier, spouse, child, civilian worker, etc. Ok, with that out of the way I begin my

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April, as you can see I have now activated comments on my blog. So now you can reply back to my smartass! Who loves ya baby?!Oh, and did you guys notice I figured out how to add my daily reads to my sidebar? How cool am I?

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Ok, I posted on my friends blog that I'm worth more than her, but forgot that I hadn't posted my worth. lol So, here it is:I am worth $1,517,538 on HumanForSale.com

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Wow, you guys are awesome! Not only do I find your blogs to be witty, enlightening and uplifting, but you gave me a shout out on top of it. What girl wouldn't love that?! You know, there are days where I get no adult interaction other than your blogs, and I can't tell you how much I look forward to reading whatever crazy thing you have to post about that day. So, to my two favorite bloggers, dane

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Ok, so you've noticed my template change. Even though pink is my favorite color, actually pretty much my only color, I had to change it because my friend, April, who just started her own blog used the same template I was using. *cough*thief*cough* This was the only one I could come across that was cute and girly too. :( I can do my own backgrounds and stuff, but this css stuff on these templates

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All right, well after the drama that unfolded on my blog last week I took a little break. I had actually decided to take down my blog completely but just opted to change some things about it. So, I have it done now so nobody can post comments. That's no fun, I know, but I am not subjecting myself to some spiteful, spineless person who feels my public online journal is the place to spew their

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The center of my bottom lip is numb. Bad enough that I spilled Cherry Coke down the front of my shirt because of it. Quite embarrassing! Anyway, I got my lip pierced (by the way, that pic is not of me) back in April and have had no problems with it until last week. I think it's infected or something because it hurts. This morning I decided to put the original stainless steel ball in it. When I

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Don't stand between a fat kid and the candy table.

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After I pick up son#2 from preschool we were sitting around playing with Jack, the dog. When out of nowhere Jack started feeling a little frisky. So he jumps on my sons leg and starts going to town. I'm watching this trying not to laugh because my son is squealing "Jack, get off of me! Jack!" After he gets up he comes over to me and says, in a high-pitched I-can't-believe-that-just-happened-voice

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Ok, I am a happy girl today! Why? Well because my shipment of my new computer speakers came in today. See, last year we bought a puppy, brought our new bundle of joy home and his first act of defiance was chewing through the wire of our computer speakers. Now, I don't mean your standard rinky-dink speakers, I'm talking mega-ass kicking, got a subwoofer to knock shit off the walls kind of speakers

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Do NOT shave while you have goose bumps! Ouch!

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Today was a beautiful day. Nice and sunny, very hot. I met up with a friend for some Dairy Queen and then picked son#2 up from school. My son asked if we could go out to eat. I figured I've been good this week and have cooked each night so what the hell, sure. He asked to go to Shoney's, or for you Northerners and Mid-Westerners it's called Big Boy. Again, I say sure. Fast forward a couple of

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Ok, I am NOT a morning person. At all. No question about it. I never have been, never will be. I can be quite grumpy in the morning if not given the appropriate amount of time to get over being pissed about being up. Well, now that both the boys are in school I have to get up and stay up. When son #1 was the only one in school I'd get up with him and then go back to bed. Ah, those lovely days are

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I didn't really feel like posting today. I'm not having the best one today. My 7-year old was tested for ADHD today and was shown to have it. I'm not really sure how to handle this. I know the stigma that goes along with it, but I don't know anything else about it. Other than they are going to medicate my baby and turn him into a zombie. I am more worried about long term effects than I am the

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A bowl of soup fresh out of the microwave is very hot!

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"Windsor, Ontario, hair stylist Waddah (Martin) Mustapha was awarded the equivalent of about US$270,000 by a court in April after he testified that he became racked with depression upon seeing a fly inside a commercial bottle of water at his salon. Presumably, damages would have been more if Mustapha had actually drunk from the bottle (or even opened it). As it was, he and his wife vomited, and

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Teddy Ruxpin Yes, it seems the toy that was forever out of my grasp as a child is now available for my children. I should get it for them just to spite my mom for not buying me one all those many years ago.

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This weekend was pretty cool. Well, at least for me it was. Mainly because I didn't spend it cooped up in my house! :) Saturday we went out with a friend and her son to eat some Mexican. I, of course, got my usual..steak fajita nachos. Mmmm, good! If you ever venture to the Savannah, GA area you have to hit an El Potro for some great Mexican food. After dinner we went to her place to hang for a

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Why is that when your pets clean themselves they have to make so much damn noise? It creeps me out when my dog or cat is licking their ass and making all kinds of slurping and other sounds of enjoyment while doing it. I feel like I am invading their privacy by being in the same room with them when they do this. What's worse is my cat, Princess, sleeps on my bed at night and wakes me with her

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Ok, I found yet another quiz I took. I've actually taken way more than I've posted. Yes, a scary thought indeed. Anyway, this one made me laugh out loud when I got the results.Congratulations! You're Merry!Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?brought to you by Quizilla

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Well I thought I would take the opportunity to explain my username, which will explain a bit about me. I am originally from Nashville, TN but now live in Fort Stewart, GA; thanks to the US Army. So my username, tennchikatheart, means that I am a Tennessee chick at heart. Cute, huh? So, here is a funny blogthing I found that tells a little about being a Nashvillian...You Know You're From Nashville

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Oh, and I added a couple of links over there on the side. Neopets is a crazy, habit-forming games site. Um, it comes across as being a kids site, but the majority of players are over 18. You laugh now, but you can get addicted. Another game that I recently ran across that I like is on the Slingo site, it's called Pirate's Fortune. It's mainly a time-killer thing. And finally, I added a link to

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I've been going through other peoples blogs and have come to a couple of conclusions: 1. Some people have way too much drama in their lives and 2. I need to be more witty on here.Ok, I know this married couple that both have blogs on here. They have been having their issues and everyone that knows them knows about it. Well, now thanks to blogspot the whole world now knows too. It's funny because

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Ok, so I go to the open house for school today. Of course the teacher wants crap that I didn't buy over the weekend. So after dinner I decide to make a quick trip to Wal Mart. I needed to get just a few supplies, some shampoo and soap for the boys, and some breakfast stuff, thirty minutes tops trip, right? Wrong!! Try almost 2 1/2 hours!! o_O The people in the school supplies aisles were freaking

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Why is it that the beginning of the school year is so stressful? Shouldn't it be easy-breezy? I mean, your kids have driven you to the brink of madness for a couple of months and it's finally time to get your freedom back. But no, the whole damn process has to be stressful. Have you ever tried school shopping with a child who doesn't want to go? I wouldn't recommend it. By the end of the day I

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Now, this one is definitely me!The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.Your ideal

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Hmm, I took this quiz I found. Um, some of it is true about me, but some of it is way off. The last part about being happy or bringing others down is definitely me. If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy! But I often find myself at a loss for words. I have this belief that I get dumber with each kid I pop out. I used to be so smart! I was never at a loss for words, was always able to think fast

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Ok, so I went out of town this past weekend to get my kids back from their grandma. I drove up to Pennsylvania Friday and drove right back Saturday. On the way back home I saw this car at a gas station that had three of the funniest bumper stickers I think I've seen. They said:1. Smart Bomb...Dumb President2. When in doubt, bomb a country.3. Who Would Jesus Bomb?Obviously this person is not the

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I went home to Nashville over the weekend for my 10 year high school reunion. I was so nervous. I just knew I was going to be the only one there without a date (remember the hubby's in Iraq). So I figured I'd end up spending the night standing near the bar, boozing it up by myself. I was wrong. Although many of the people there haven't left the area we graduated from so are therefore still all

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Well, I don't really know where to start with this. I guess a little introduction of myself would be appropriate. I am 28 years young, married, have two kids, one dog, one cat, one frog and one beta fish. My husband is in the Army so to keep some stability in the house I don't work. Well, at least I don't work outside the house. Any mom can tell you that we do a hell of a lot of work inside the

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