tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54565011590457821042024-03-13T13:47:56.194-05:00Just a Girljust a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.comBlogger261125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-63118510261002051602011-03-30T12:37:00.003-05:002011-03-30T12:54:46.941-05:00now what.........<div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDXdaD9HgMo/TZNtwsVFi6I/AAAAAAAAA34/LRahRwDveQU/s1600/pink%2Bmark.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aDXdaD9HgMo/TZNtwsVFi6I/AAAAAAAAA34/LRahRwDveQU/s320/pink%2Bmark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589932245797669794" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It' so weird to think that its been over a year since I have written a post. I love how in my darkest and brightest times, I always return here. My place, my place to do and say whatever the hell I want. Oh how I have missed you. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't cry today. I didn't wake up angry. I woke up done!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A week ago, I said over and over, if I am not a mom then who I am. Who is that person and what in the hell am I going to do now. YES, my son came home on a Sunday and said 6 words that forever changed my life. I WANT TO LIVE WITH MY DAD! I cried and cried and cried some more. How? Why? We sat on the couch and together we cried. He told me loved me, and that I have given him everything. That he had given me 16 years and he just wanted to give his dad 2. He left 3 days later..........</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today to the day its been a week. The worst week of my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But something happened this morning. A change, a change in me. I remembered #19 - "It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and in that moment....... I said I got this. I dyed my hair, I have lost 5 pounds simply from not eating, I am giving my cats to a good home, I am moving to a smaller apartment, I FINALLY burned my sisters letters. My family is freaking, they say wait a month before you make any big decisions you might regret. NO!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I AM an amazing mother. I have raised a beautiful child and that in itself is priceless. I will not spend one more day crying and unable to leave my couch. I will chop off all my hair in a week. I will move in less then 45 days. I will give my cat's away. I will find a new job. I will have meaningless sex with whoever I choose. I will not buy any groceries. I will change my friends. I will change my life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have spent 16 years giving everything in me to one purpose, raising my kid. And I did a damn good job. But now, its my second childhood and I can promise you its going to be the best one EVER!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-15411755822787993482010-01-24T12:29:00.003-06:002010-01-24T12:56:58.346-06:00just a thought<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/S1yXissnu4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/BK7Q4BKlYI4/s1600-h/pinkbrain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/S1yXissnu4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/BK7Q4BKlYI4/s320/pinkbrain.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430381873071635330" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hi.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so last night at 2:30 in the morning my brain wouldn't let me sleep. I seem to have insomnia of sorts lately or maybe its insomnia of the brain. It took everything in me not to login to blogger and let out a thousand thoughts. I just kept hearing my mom and her damn 24 hour rule, you know wait 24 hours before you send the awful email, pissed off text, etc. I am not even mad at anyone in particular just people in general. My dad for not being a dad and then dying. A friend for not seeing who I really am. Others, who seem to have judgement on everything I do yet spend very little time in my life. I get up and I get dressed just like everyone else. I do my best not to pass judgement on others in my life. Maybe I should do a better job at not passing judgement period. Maybe this is my karma, my payback. Its funny last night and for most of the day yesterday I kept hearing words in my head. Words that have been said to me over the past month from so called friends and my family. Its allot to take in sometimes, every ones thoughts and opinions on your life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well if you have read my blog before then you know I haven't been as close to god as I probably should be. And yes I spell it with a little g. In October of last year I read "the shack" and for the most part that has changed. We have our talks now and were working out the kinks. Last night I was so frustrated that I grabbed his book and put it on my chest and screamed FINE I give up. Then I said what I seem to always say which is show me a sign. So I told myself I am going to open this book and will just see what I am "supposed to read". When I opened it, it was the last page of Job and the point basically was to pray for your friends and in return good will come to you. Yes not groundbreaking, but it made sense to me. I prayed for my friends and I had a talk with god and I slept with my bible.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today, I am not cured. I haven't witnessed a miracle. However, I know I can do this. I am going to be fine. I do feel better today. Maybe I need to just do what I need to do and stop worrying about what everyone else thinks. and just maybe I NEED TO HAVE A LITTLE FAITH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side note: thanks god!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-7217283672389598342010-01-14T09:59:00.002-06:002010-01-14T10:11:13.175-06:00Tin Truths 35<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/S09B6CrNCSI/AAAAAAAAA24/UzgEpvNBdOI/s1600-h/happybunnyfinal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/S09B6CrNCSI/AAAAAAAAA24/UzgEpvNBdOI/s320/happybunnyfinal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426628541411035426" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1. Days of a runny nose means snot in your mouth..and ya not fun.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I am determined to be productive today.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. My son is being teenager and I am praying he doesn't age me too much. </div><div style="text-align: center;">4. The first drink of Red Bull smells like throw up.....still.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. I hit over 2K lines on Tetris, yes I am a master.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. People who MISS judge me really piss me off. </div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Its even worse when those people are your friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. The toy I did my review on awhile back got lost in the move.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. I don't even want to think about what the movers are doing with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. Only I control my destiny and dammit its going to be a good one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: I think I am happy bunny, just saying.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-55666219706135503272009-12-31T13:24:00.002-06:002009-12-31T13:43:29.769-06:00just another decade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Szz-x-Sdx-I/AAAAAAAAA2w/QSyHzKJxwQk/s1600-h/rainboots.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Szz-x-Sdx-I/AAAAAAAAA2w/QSyHzKJxwQk/s320/rainboots.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421488185934727138" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I guess I will always be an airhead at heart. The other day I was sitting around with friends and they started talking about the next decade. I sat there very quiet thinking wow what are these people talking about....the next decade wont be for another 990 years. That night I learned that a decade was 10 years and all of a sudden I didnt just have hope for 2010 I had hope for the new decade.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So today my Tin Truths is dedicated to the past and to the future. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. The last 10 were the most painful years of my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I end 2009 forgiving and losing my dad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. I end this decade forgiving, missing, and loving my beautiful sister.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Watching my amazing son grow over the past 10 years has been beyond priceless.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. I start this next decade 35 and so ready to conquer the next 10.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. I got through this decade I can get through anything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. I will travel in the next 10. A trip with my son. A trip with my mom. A trip for just me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. Poker is in my Professional future this go round.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. I will strive to be happy and eliminate anyone or anything that hinders that. </div><div style="text-align: center;">10. I will raise my son into a man. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wait for the NEXT ONE! jag out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: I don't have those rain boots. But I so wish I did.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-61351320345889432932009-09-30T01:16:00.001-05:002009-09-30T01:16:00.372-05:00I Wanna Know!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsKA0Cs2vGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RPwaQpQhWEI/s1600-h/question+mark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsKA0Cs2vGI/AAAAAAAAA2k/RPwaQpQhWEI/s320/question+mark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387009735855094882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1. Why is yeah spelled yeah and not ya.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2. If you are a nun what religion are you? Or do all religions have nun's?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">3. Where do Gnats come from? Is there a momma and daddy gnat?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Why does the cheap bubble bath work better then the expensive stuff?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">5. If your fish was blind, how would you know?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JUST ASKING!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-16746387910591205762009-09-29T09:59:00.003-05:002009-09-29T10:14:54.299-05:00My Night at the Playboy Mansion!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsIkJSrTcbI/AAAAAAAAA2c/jtgXvpoziQA/s1600-h/ppb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsIkJSrTcbI/AAAAAAAAA2c/jtgXvpoziQA/s320/ppb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386907846339424690" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I got a call on Thursday afternoon from the playboy mansion. The gentleman on the phone said he wanted me to come hang out for the weekend to see if I would a good fit as one of Hef's new girlfriends. I ran home packed clothes I didn't even know I had and headed off. When I got there I was given everything I ever wanted. My toes were done, my hair was colored/cut/straightned, and a makeup artist did my face. I met the other bitches, I mean girls and decided I had no competition. I couldn't believe how skinny I looked in that Red DIOR. We all jumped in a limo and went out for the night. We had dinner and danced till morning. Hef was a perfect gentleman although his brother was a little creepy. The next morning I was told I was a keeper, I had the opportunity to live in the mansion for at least 6 months. HELL TO THE YA. But then where would my son go? UHHH no the other girls aren't watching him. I mean I am sure he would just love that, but no. It is now Friday Afternoon and I have 2 hours to find sexy dresses, figure out where my son is going and get back to the mansion.....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">all of a sudden I here a phone ringing. Seriously isn't there staff for this, can someone pick up the damn phone. And who keeps breathing in my face????</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ant, ant, ant, ant.........yeah you guessed it. It was my damn phone and a certain little stalker kitty who had decided to wake me up by suffocating me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me just tell you, it was fun for a night but I wouldn't want to live there!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: I did ask if I had to have sex with Hef and I was told no, I just have to call him Daddy! WEIRD!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-27009994215270731172009-09-28T13:28:00.003-05:002009-09-28T14:06:04.562-05:00Goldfish, Not Vodka, will be the death of me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsEJEd2MBgI/AAAAAAAAA2U/M7HlpRa05MI/s1600-h/goldfish+final.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SsEJEd2MBgI/AAAAAAAAA2U/M7HlpRa05MI/s320/goldfish+final.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386596601647859202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I wish it was easy to update on blogger as it is my phone. Or for that matter that facebook would just automatically link in. UGH.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />My weekend was great, fun, aggravating and beyond annoying, all in one. So here are my updates!<br /><br />- Weight loss is going well. I have lost 2.5 pounds in 5 days and I have to admit I cheated half those days. I hope this week goes a little better. I have to lose 11 by October 23!<br /><br />- The 100 calorie packs in my life are killing me. I am not a carb freak but one of the hardest parts of dieting for me is the loss of the "crispy crunchy" a cracker, a chip, or god forbid a "goldfish". What's been saving me is the 100 calorie goldfish and cheese nip packs. I haven't broke down and had 2 in a day yet, but I just feel its coming. Thank you Pepperidge Farm!<br /><br />-My boys won (hook em') and I spent good times with my friends. I work from home so my interaction with adults is limited at times. It feels good to get out and have adult talk, wow that kindof sounded dirty!<br /><br />-Saturday I went to a very interesting place. Its called Ghost Town and you guessed it thats what it is. An older man named George has been building it for 10 years, and its his passion. It has an outside movie theater, a beautiful stage and countless buildings he built with his own hands. The stage is intimate and is surrounded by star lights hanging down, fairy lights (ie christmas white lights) and colored lights as well. A cute boy got up there and sang, I was enamored. I just haven't decided if it was the lights or the mystery boy, lol. Add that in with the best burger and fries I have ever had in my life and well ya good times. This place is set in a place that you would never know it was there. I am glad I got the memo.<br /><br />-At times I wish this blog was still small. I always said that I would never filter myself on here. Yet right now that is exactly what I find myself doing at times. I have even began to make my facebook list smaller, the ones who get my blog. I think we can all look at ourselves and find things to better in our lives. I am taking a hard look at my life and working on a few of those everyday. I am also working on keeping my mouth shut in situations where my words will make no difference. A lot of times we have expectations of how things are going to go, this always sets us up for trouble. I think having an expectation of a conversation is even worse. Because then it doesnt even matter what the other party has to say, you or they have already formed opinions.. And when the conversation is coming from people you love its best to look at their motive and not their words. I looked at the motive and am trying very hard not to let the words bother me. Over the years I have become a very judgemental person. It started out that I just had a strong opinion and now that opinion has turned into judgements. From all of this I take a little and I leave a little, and I walk away with a true feeling of what it feels like to be judged. Next time I will try a little harder not too. I am in a very good place right now and I thank god for that.<br /><br />Other then that, I am leaving in 3 days and I can't wait. I am getting the hell out of here. I am 35 and I haven't spent a weekend with my whole family in years. Most of us will be there. My son gets to enjoy the coast like I did as a kid. There will be fishing, laughing, giggling, cooking and drinking. And I get all aunts and uncles in one place. Well all but one.... UNCLE JOE, I love you and you will be missed. So cross your fingers that the days go by FAST!<br /><br />thats all folks.<br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-63719375638809590912009-09-24T10:48:00.002-05:002009-09-24T10:55:30.300-05:00Tin Truths 34<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SruWUzeFinI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4a1Fk4C8kOE/s1600-h/pudding+pops.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SruWUzeFinI/AAAAAAAAA2E/4a1Fk4C8kOE/s320/pudding+pops.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385063063609510514" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1. I have considered throwing both my cats out the door today!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I am missing a friend even though she did me wrong.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. I have been having weird dreams about pudding pops.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. I need a new toy. </div><div style="text-align: center;">5. I have 17 bottles of Mr. Bubble on my counter.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. I hope she's ugly.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. I am getting rid of everything.</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. My comeback is going to be big.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. Its so freaking cold right now my nipples hurt.</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. I CANT WAIT TO MOVE!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: I am not suzy freaking homemaker, so....if anyone knows how to make good homeade pudding pops help a girl out. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note 2: Shame on you for even thinking that fat girl comment. They make Sugar Free Pudding you know!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-56334299066561132402009-09-23T16:45:00.003-05:002009-09-23T16:48:47.672-05:00Just a Fatty!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we go again! If you want to follow my fat ass to skinnyness you can click the link below!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://justmyroadtoskinnyness.blogspot.com/">just my road to skinnyness!</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: Is it weird that I love my title!!!!!! love myself, even fat I love myself!!</div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-333276407596263542009-09-23T12:06:00.002-05:002009-09-23T12:23:56.165-05:00Ups and Downs and Downs and Ups<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SrpZc8sET-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BxFWiURJX7M/s1600-h/pink+rollercoaster.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SrpZc8sET-I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BxFWiURJX7M/s320/pink+rollercoaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384714658337017826" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hi Yall". <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's see what's new. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well I am a still just a single, fat girl, who's attempting to make some major changes before I turn the big 36. The last few months have been awful. I think sometimes life takes its turns for better or worse and all we can do is go along for the ride. That has been a hard thing for me to understand. I am the one that says "it's just not fair" and "why me" and "what are we even doing in this life". Today is one of those days where I feel like the fog is starting to clear and I am looking forward to some up's for awhile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">As most of you know I started this blog a year ago as I was going through a break-up. Wooo what a road that was! So here are some updates on my life, and from here I can go back to my sweet, smart ass, self.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">God- Yep I am pulling out the big guns. God and I have had some trouble over the past few years. I guess maybe you could say we have been in a little fight. I am opening my eyes back up to "faith" and we are slowly starting to have our talks again.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The X- Believe it or not we are now friends. Something we probably should have started out doing to begin with. He is the first X I have kept in contact with and I have to say I am glad we remain in each others life. Feels good to start to feel normal again. He has made me an offer I can't refuse and more of that will come later.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Housing- I am moving out my 3 bedroom house into a 2 bedroom apartment in less then a month. I am very happy to get into less house. No yard to mow, no sink to fix. Its TIME!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me- Well I am still living in single land. I attempted to go on a few dating sites but never posted a full profile. I am open to dating but its not high on my priority list. I love happy hour, and no I am not an alcoholic. Just a social butterfly who enjoys a martini in hand, lol.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Weight- I am still a skinny girl living in a fat girls body. I am starting a new blog to follow me down my road to skinnyness. I will post that link later and you guys can watch me succeed or fail. Either way it will be interesting and in true Jag fashion. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well that's it for now. I will be around more. miss ya guys and glad to be back.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: Reading blogs has been low on my list. So I have allot of catching up to do. Tell me the biggest thing that has happened to you in the past 90 days. Good or Bad, I can take it!!!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-33482387207142486462009-09-01T08:30:00.002-05:002009-09-01T08:45:59.739-05:00I refuse to apologize everytime I leave.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sp0lger0ycI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Jg7FZPtMjas/s1600-h/pink+speaker+set.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sp0lger0ycI/AAAAAAAAA1o/Jg7FZPtMjas/s320/pink+speaker+set.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376494770073160130" border="0" /></a><br />it"s just me, take me or leave me. When life becomes too much, I simply put the covers over my head. Not the healthiest solution but better then dragging everyone around you down with your eyeore days.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Sometimes you just have to hug yourself. Not its not deep thoughts by jag, I mean seriously lay in your bed in the morning. Wrap both your arms around you and hug yourself, it feels really great. Now if I could just have sex with myself, I would be good to go. Oh yeah, I can have sex with myself. Oh how i crack myself up.<br /><br />Today is day one of day two. I am jumping back in feet first and we will see how this round goes. I am getting some pink speakers today...........but pretty sure I am returning them. Although I want them sooooo bad, that is a post within itself. I am counting the days down to Saturday, thank god for longhorn football. Beyond that nothing but a big dark hole and as you can see I am inching my way out.<br /><br />Side Note- Aren't the speakers beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-55651519959860777902009-07-30T11:15:00.001-05:002009-08-03T10:00:20.450-05:00Tin Truths 33<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SnMa2j4EkvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UPgXQAp360g/s1600-h/tomato.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364661105774072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SnMa2j4EkvI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/UPgXQAp360g/s320/tomato.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">1. My kitty's got worms and it was nasty!</div><div align="center">2. Football practice starts in a few days, I can't wait!</div><div align="center">3. Grass isn't greener some have to learn the hard way!</div><div align="center">4. LOVE being BS'd NOT!</div><div align="center">5. Match is way better then Yahoo personals.</div><div align="center">6. Sex is within days, I can feel it. </div><div align="center">7. I want a garden tomato, I want it.</div><div align="center">8. I have to remember that I can't drink sake w/sushi.</div><div align="center">9. Monday is going to be interesting.</div><div align="center">10. I dont have a 10, I cant believe it. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-3594840711683170152009-07-27T12:46:00.002-05:002009-07-27T13:20:07.087-05:00Major Monday.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sm3vyJ5cNRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/awflM2o_KVA/s1600-h/pool+floatfinal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sm3vyJ5cNRI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/awflM2o_KVA/s320/pool+floatfinal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363206376197469458" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Major changes my friends. Major changes. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This weekend I spent time with family and had a great time. Last year I wasn't much of a pool rat but this year its all I want to do. I am going to have to find a new pool that I love. My pool just sucks. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am excited for today for many reasons. Its time for me to pull my head out of my ass and get with the program. Not only from a business standpoint but from a personal standpoint as well. I am going to take an internal jag roll call and start wiping people and things off my list. I am going to put my plan on here so I hold myself accountable. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Weight- As of today I weigh 164 pounds. The frustrating thing about me is that for whatever reason I "wear" my weight well. No one ever believes me. But yes I am a fat fuck and I have put it out there for all to see. I have planned my meals out for the entire week and am committed to working out 6 out of 7 days a week. Today I will be walking 4 miles, and doing 100 crunches. Oh and for the record my last supper was Chicken Fried Steak, Fried Okra, Buttered Sweet Carrots and Sweet Tea. Ya I am in TEXAS! today its fiber cereal and grilled chicken, yum.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Business- I have gone back to square one and am taking inventory of all my accounts. Its time to wake up and go back to making things happen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Personal- I am up on two dating sites and in a few weeks I will make the jump to go on my first date. I dont want a relationship but I do want to meet new people. I am also going to be making a pact with myself to stop reaching out to people who don't reach back or give nothing back in return. Too many people in my life just take me for granted and I am over it. I am here and they should be lucky to have me in there lives if they cant see it, it WILL be there loss.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Family- I am going to make more time with my family. Even if it just means spending a few hours at the pool or having lunch. In two weeks a bunch of us are going to see "Music Man" and I can't wait. It feels amazing to be around people who love you, who understand you and who make an effort to be in your life. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Other then that pretty much status quo. I have been irritated for a couple of days and I think its just because a lot has gone on in my life over the past few weeks. I have been giving myself unrealistic expectations for not only myself but for people around me. I have to start living for me and fuck everyone else. I have to step forward and stop taking so many steps back. Anywho I will keep you all updated on my amazing progress, because yes it will be amazing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In closing- I would like for you give me some advice. Tell me one thing that you do for YOU, or one thing that you have in your life that is no one else's. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-78658264588477427632009-07-23T13:05:00.005-05:002009-07-23T13:16:00.773-05:00Tin Truths Thirty Two<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SmionTC3SQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/amgVQbYH-_g/s1600-h/bluebellcv.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SmionTC3SQI/AAAAAAAAA1I/amgVQbYH-_g/s320/bluebellcv.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361720749465225474" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">1. My kittens sound like ewoks, for some reason they can't meow!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2. I am finally tan, YES!</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. I am now on two dating sites, this should give me lots of material.</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. Today my job gave me a great jump start.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. Right now I am loving cherry vanilla ice cream by blue bell.</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. I really hate being the one that gets the brunt of it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. Today I will find time to get wet!</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. I read the Big Brother live feed updates, daily.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. My grass is dead.</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. I have started the process of putting my 1 yr blog into a book!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-26451552961849494472009-07-22T12:03:00.002-05:002009-07-22T12:08:27.815-05:00And I missed my own Birthday.....Nice.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SmdHamRYrgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Li2482N0s1A/s1600-h/pinkcupake.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SmdHamRYrgI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Li2482N0s1A/s320/pinkcupake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361332403683503618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah so I am a lazy ass! What can I say. As of Saturday, Last Saturday....I have been blogging for a year. I want to thank the academy, my readers, my followers, my friends and my family. This was something that I wanted to do for a very long time. I read <a href="http://justagirl34.blogspot.com/2008/07/one.html">my first post</a>, and I am proud as to how far I have come. When I read back to the beginning I realize that things do get better and we do get stronger. I have made life long friends because of this blog and I have given myself an outlet to say whatever I want, whenever I want. Thanks for being here to share this with me. I am excited to see what my next year brings.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-55959991088915564812009-07-15T11:31:00.003-05:002009-07-15T17:33:07.972-05:00Do with it what you want!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sl4X-l7knvI/AAAAAAAAA04/7yNeQeJ2CqA/s1600-h/bankofamerica.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 63px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sl4X-l7knvI/AAAAAAAAA04/7yNeQeJ2CqA/s320/bankofamerica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358746970718772978" /></a><br />The next however many paragraphs will be beyond a rant and rave. So read it or come back tomorrow.<div><br /></div><div>An Open Letter to Kenneth D. Lewis CEO of Bank of America-</div><div><br /></div><div>I am not sure what happened to the day and age of customers being important or for that matter your desire to keep your customers. It seems that in this type of economy you would want to keep each and every customer that you currently have. Are you in a position that Bank of America is making so much money that you can afford to lose a few customers here and there? Actually based on your questionable business practices I will assume the answer to that is yes.</div><div><br /></div><div>I will tell you my story and what you choose to do with it is up to you. I however have the right to let the public know, exactly how Bank of America treats their customers.</div><div><br /></div><div>I currently bank with your Georgetown, TX location. Towards the end of June, I went into the negative in my account and was charged 7 overdraft fees. I was also charged an additional $35 for what was called "Extended Overdrawn Balance Charge". This wasn't the first time in my life that I have had overdraft fees. However, I was shocked to find that on top of the 7 fees I got the extended one as well. I didn't complain when this happened I paid the $280 dollars and realized lessons learned. I won't get into all the exacts about how, when or why I had overages, but the two weeks before that, other things were more important then following this as close as I should have. </div><div><br /></div><div>Fast forward to 15 days later and here entails the problem. In a down economy like this one I am sure I don't have to tell you that $280 out of someones pocket that wasn't budgeted, is a big deal. Or actually maybe I do have to tell you. Maybe you make so much money that you forget about the little people. Maybe you forget that sometimes life happens and some things are out of our control. </div><div><br /></div><div>On July 14th I realize that my account was in the negative by $47. In reality it was only in the negative for $29.50 because there was a charge for $17.50 that was in pending that was never going to clear. Regardless that morning of the 14th I deposited $60 dollars in my account. More then enough to cover what was over. This morning I wake up and find that I have 8 overdraft charges. Another $280 dollars!!!!!!! Are you kidding me!!!!!!!!!! I start to scrub through my account and I realize that you paid the highest withdraws first. You chose to pay the highest charge first even though it was days after the smaller charges. Had you of paid them in order I would of had 1 overdraft with you at best. Not to mention the fact that I put a deposit in immediately to cover the charges. So instead you pay the high ones and let charges of $13/$10/$7/$6/$3/$3/$2 get hit with overdraft charges. This is beyond ridiculous.</div><div><br /></div><div>As soon as I saw the charges in my account this morning I called Bank of America customer service. The gentleman that I spoke to was VERY cordial and got me to a supervisor named "Lydia". I explained to "Lydia" my situation. I told her all the above that Bank of America had gotten a total of $560 dollars out of me for the past two weeks and asked her to look at my account a little closer. I expressed to her that I didn't expect my charges to be taken off every time but this time I felt I was in the right and I wanted them removed. She took about half a second to say NO and tell me that $78 was all that she was WILLING to remove. At this point I was in tears and asked to speak with her manager, she informed that I couldn't speak to her and that she would take my number and have someone call me back in 48 hours. I explained to her that I had made a deposit within 4 hours of noticing anything wrong with my account and that Bank of America wasted no time in charging the fees and that I wanted to speak with someone now. She again said no one was available but her, she said this over and over and then HUNG up the phone. </div><div><br /></div><div>Immediately I drove to my local branch. The gentleman that I sat with was very nice although he said he couldn't do anything without the managers approval. I explained my situation and told him that I was ready to cancel my account. That I wanted all 8 fees removed and that I was ready to go as high up as needed. He logged into my account and saw that the lady that hung up on me had credited me $78 dollars and then locked my account so that no further fees could be deducted. He said the only thing we could do is look at the fees before and talk to the manager, she put back in my account $122 dollars. So in all I was credited $200 back in my account. He told me that this was more then most people get back and that I should be happy. That fighting it wouldn't be smart. I was told that I could go up as high as I wanted but from his experience it would do no good. I left came home and this is where I sit, wondering what in the world happened to customer service. What happened to morals or sometimes people doing whats right even if its not written in the handbook. </div><div><br /></div><div>I am beyond mad and you will lose a customer over this. What sense does it make to "tell" your customers that the highest charge is paid first because "you" assume its priority. When in reality all the charges get paid. You simply pick and choose which ones you "LIST" as paid first. In my situation had you of paid it correctly as it came in or for that matter took two seconds to look at my account, I never would have been charged that many overages. It makes me sick to think how much money your company makes a week buy using these practices. I can understand if you weren't going to pay the small charges. But you were going to pay them how else could you collect your fee. I wont reduce myself to making idle threats about telling everyone I know to choose another bank. I will however put my words out there on every blog, feed, twitter and send this to anyone else that will listen. I will let people make there own judgement about your practices. </div><div><br /></div><div>Anyone other then a robot should have been able to look at my account as a person and realize that what I was saying was correct. They could see the deposit I made and everything after, instead I was made to feel like an idiot customer that didn't matter. I don't claim to be the perfect banking customer. Have I had overdrafts in my life, yes. Haven't we all? Do I call and complain every time I get a charge, NO. Should I have been treated better, YES. Someone please tell me why I should ALLOW Bank of America to be my bank. Is your ego so large that you don't realize that you need us just as much as we need you. So yes my complaint is over $80 but at this point its not even about the $80 its about a company that doesn't care about the little people. And that is just sad!</div><div><br /></div><div>Your Former Customer.</div><div><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-72124008389426846272009-07-14T15:46:00.002-05:002009-07-14T15:55:13.859-05:00NTR #69<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlzwmGEkxTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/BoP_nNQde1M/s1600-h/pinkpimp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlzwmGEkxTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/BoP_nNQde1M/s320/pinkpimp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358422193919542578" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah so I couldn't resist, so what! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My mind is full of beyond randomness this week.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-3 little girls were swimming in the pool last week. 2 were about 6 and they were whispering about the rules of being a mermaid. ie. never let them see your tail. It was too cute but the best part was when the little 3 year old kept saying what because she couldn't hear them. Finally she just says "hey mermaids, sometimes I pee in the pool." laughed my ass off.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-still at 0. However now I have a plan!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-I am somewhat starting to get tan. I could live in the water.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">-Going to a Pimp's and Ho's party this weekend. This should be interesting!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">jag out!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-1690553658171080892009-07-11T09:31:00.001-05:002009-07-11T09:31:00.535-05:00I Love #12<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SldSYiqGcaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/w0AhM0rOrro/s1600-h/tanningoil.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 60px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SldSYiqGcaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/w0AhM0rOrro/s320/tanningoil.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356840863354220962" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Just in time for summer. This spray oil is awesome. It has an SPF of 12 and it comes in higher SPF's as well. My cousin turned me on to this and I love it. I think the spray sunscreen is one of my favorite technologies. So of course oil was coming next. Yes it smells amazing, Yes it comes out in a continuous spray, Yes I love it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.cvs.com/CVSApp/catalog/shop_product_detail.jsp?filterBy=&skuId=440880&productId=440880&navAction=jump&navCount=3">Tanning Dry Oil w/SPF 12</a>, by Hawaiian Tropic ($6.99)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-4306027263687570832009-07-10T00:15:00.000-05:002009-07-10T00:25:27.148-05:00So, two girls walk in a bar....<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlY_94s2gJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DptuOJZ--14/s1600-h/whisky_jim_beam.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlY_94s2gJI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DptuOJZ--14/s320/whisky_jim_beam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356539139228860562" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">young, cute, fun, amazing, beautiful, smart, awesome, well you get the picture. We go to the bar order a drink and start to talk about god. I don't know why I am giggling right now as I write this but I just find that funny as shit, and its the truth. Anyhow across the way is stalky, stalkerten. You know the guy that is at the bar hugging it already when you walk in. Freakboy starts asking me questions and trust me I am being VERY nice! I answer them and smile or I should say I answer them and SUCK down my jim and coke. After awhile I am seriously over saying what, what, what did you say. Hey fatboy why don't you come over here so I can hear wtf you are saying. Okay, no I didn't say fatboy and yes i am a fatgirl so I will say fatboy whenever the hell I want. I am already irritated when he comes over because apparently not only is he a fat, freakboy, stalker he is also deaf and he cant retain information! ughh! He comes over and tells us that he had been there since 4! Ding, Ding, Ding, that explains it all bud. The next question that came out of his mouth will be with me forever. " So were you guys alive when Elvis died?" WTF, WtF, WTH, seriously. Alive when Elvis died?!? The point is, this guy is out there! That was definitely a first.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, two girls are still sitting at the bar. And for the record, this is the best part. behind the bar a new bartender is being trained. Already I am particularly not impressed. Partly because I am bitch and partly because I like my usual bartenders. Behind us walks up Mr. nice guy when he is sober, fun guy when he is buzzed and an obscene monster when he is drunk. At the moment he is fun buzzed guy. He then says to me a line that cracked me up. I felt like for one second I was living in a man's brain, and I LIKED it!! He says: "Damn the new girl is already dressing like it's rent week." I laughed my ass off. I had never heard that before but he assured me it was all too true. So tacky yet so great. Anywho that's all folks!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-79451662722196140342009-07-09T10:56:00.004-05:002009-07-09T11:26:14.581-05:00Tin Truths 31<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlYaEtWAagI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/VsT8O9fzXl8/s1600-h/spoonfinal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlYaEtWAagI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/VsT8O9fzXl8/s320/spoonfinal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356497474997479938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">1. Last night I had sex with a vampire. (dreams count!!!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">2. Forbidden jungle might be my new favorite drink.</div><div style="text-align: center;">3. I can read over 800 wpm, yes I am awesome!</div><div style="text-align: center;">4. I decided to let god back in my life, not as deep as it sounds.</div><div style="text-align: center;">5. I still need SEX!</div><div style="text-align: center;">6. Forgive me lord, for I am going to sin!</div><div style="text-align: center;">7. I think one spoon of ice cream is enough!</div><div style="text-align: center;">8. I wish I could live on cereal and not get fat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">9. I saw the face of a 1 night stand from 7 yrs ago last night, uhh!</div><div style="text-align: center;">10. I wish I had 50 of the "The Shack" books, I want to give one to everybody.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-66233399710622005232009-07-08T11:14:00.004-05:002009-07-08T11:31:12.391-05:00Caitism's #2<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlTJtHWmqsI/AAAAAAAAA0I/kX62olJt9gQ/s1600-h/pclockfinal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlTJtHWmqsI/AAAAAAAAA0I/kX62olJt9gQ/s320/pclockfinal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356127633755515586" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">" is wondering why boys complain about girls taking forever when they actually exist within their own alternate version of time. "<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-36036304649013701262009-07-07T10:49:00.000-05:002009-07-08T11:10:18.916-05:00Wrap it UP!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlTDWKk5R7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/SXJe4cyGodc/s1600-h/dick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SlTDWKk5R7I/AAAAAAAAAzw/SXJe4cyGodc/s320/dick.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356120642414004146" /></a><br /><ul><li>The Friday before the 4th was awesome, spent time with my favorite girls. A mini ya-ya of sorts.</li><li>I am committed to working out and so far have only missed one day. Does it matter that I have only been working out for 2? NO!</li><li>I read the "The Shack" I won't say that it was life changing, but it was life changing. More about this subject to come.</li><li>Vibrators and Teenagers very FUNNY what kids think when they find them!</li><li>I realized I am a speed reader I read the Twilight series in days. Those books could of been half the size!</li><li>Life is good!!!!!!! My blog birthday is coming up and I can't wait.</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;">jag out.........</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: <a href="http://www.condom.com/at-102.html">You can get the shirt here.</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-36944452390816827342009-07-01T01:24:00.000-05:002009-06-30T21:57:18.819-05:00Caitism's #1<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SkrP7ASUB6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/GuSAdxyM6_s/s1600-h/watermelon2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SkrP7ASUB6I/AAAAAAAAAzg/GuSAdxyM6_s/s320/watermelon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353319719679297442" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This series hopefully will be here to stay. I have a cousin who is a little younger then me, okay maybe a lot younger!!! But her mind works in a beautiful way. She says the simplest things yet sometimes her thoughts are so profound. I didn't think it was fair that only I got to enjoy these Caitism's! So for the next few weeks enjoy!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">" The first bite of watermelon is the first real sign that summer has started. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The first stomach ache from eating too much watermelon is the first </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">real sign that you have eaten too much watermelon! "</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">by, da cuz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-24146745659418495132009-06-30T10:00:00.002-05:002009-06-30T10:50:41.307-05:00I wanna know!!!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sko0PFpeZ7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/OPr2kYLTMqY/s1600-h/pink+light+bulb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/Sko0PFpeZ7I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/OPr2kYLTMqY/s320/pink+light+bulb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353148540902074290" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Do you like to smell your own farts? be honest!!!!!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What is your one indulgence?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you think big ass roaches are afraid of the light?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What uses more energy your ac or 500 fans plugged into your outlets?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5456501159045782104.post-4375956399263046602009-06-26T09:32:00.004-05:002009-06-26T09:46:05.193-05:00Midgets, Roaches and Roping PART 2.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SkTepoqe3oI/AAAAAAAAAyI/adRyqS2z690/s1600-h/cat+bowls.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PWTf8_NNEkQ/SkTepoqe3oI/AAAAAAAAAyI/adRyqS2z690/s320/cat+bowls.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351647064094596738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">OMG! Too freaking much. So remember how I just said that I won't step foot in the living room. Well when I finished my post right now, I got up to go get my shoes out of the roach room. When I walked in I had to crack up. I wondered why for the past hour there has been no sign of my two little kitty cats. Apparently I am not the only one in the house SCARED of human eating roaches. Apparently these roaches not only terrorize humans but they EAT kittens. My son took the two kittens, their food, water, cat box and toys all with him in his room to sleep last night. Too damn funny. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And here this whole time I was PRAYING that the kittens ate the damn thing. Shit, we are at square one.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Side Note: Not to mention the fact that I think my son said last night that the thing crawled over him. CRAWLED over him. Somebody get me out of here!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>just a girl...http://www.blogger.com/profile/01801303901136748904noreply@blogger.com17