tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36854593467131782042024-03-12T18:59:39.026-07:00The ProcrastinistaMassive opinions on a full array of topics. Want the world to improve and here is my hand at it. alot of the time you are going to write me off as a crazy old lady but at the end of the day here is hope that I got you thinking about improvement if nothing at all.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-50343822512648543782014-04-06T18:16:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:25.876-07:00Tales of a Tennessee Tomboy<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hello! My name is Jill R. Hilliard</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"> and I am a tomboy. I really wonder if it was DNA and there was </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">by mostly men would I be all lace and manners? I was born of the result of an affair that my biologicial mother had. I was the only girl born after 3 boys. I was given to my great aunt and uncle raised on a farm. I followed my (uncle) dad every step he made. I helped feed farm animals .... I watched cows give birth. I even remember trying to be like my dad I got into his snuff and dipped. My (aunt) mom flipped out. I loved my dad and wuld have followed him off a cliff if he would have jumped. Then there was the friends I grew up with. There wastwo families the Arnolds and the Harrisons both families had two boys. The Harrisons also had a girl but she was like 8 years younger than me. So this meant playing cowboys and Indians. We played "Gunsmoke" and I always had to play Miss kitty because I was technically a girl. I always wanted to be a gunslinger. If you have ever seen the movie "Stand by me" that was our gang. There was the Arnold boys. Mark and Paul. Mark was about a year younger than me and </span>Paul was about 3 years younger than me. Now for the Harrison boys their is Darrell who was a year older than me and his little brother Danny who was around Pauls age and we hung out caught fireflies walked for miles and miles on adventures. We would go home at twilight. Around 13 years old I got a crush on Darrell and wreaked the entire foundation of our group. It was the summer before Darrell went into highschool. We had the best summer of holding hands and swing n the porch swing. The the school year begain and he couldnt be known having a girlfriend that was still in elementry school (Before middle schools) and he broke up witho have me. Dont get me wrong I tried to be normal and have girlfriends. before all the boys my family became friends with a huge family The Andersons. The dad was a preacher and took go forth and multiply seriously. He had 3 girls and 2 boys. and the middle girl was Cindy I went to church with her and I ate dinner with her family. All of Mr. Andersons daughters were blond and at dinner time he would refer to me as his only burnettee daughter. We played dolls and would help feed their baby calves ( they owned a dairy farm) The we started first grade and that is when Cindy meet the mean girls there was Carol the leader and her followers Connie Kristy and on occation Veronica and Renee. I remember the day that Cindy traded our friendship for a seat at the popular table. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0North America27.371767300523047 -128.320312513.722171300523046 -148.97460949999999 41.021363300523049 -107.6660155tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-88505187756138106972013-06-03T12:38:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:31.277-07:00Letting them go.My son passed to the 11th grade this year. The minute he told me I could almost smell the storm coming in. I feel it coming toward me like a train speeding down the track ....its not right upon me yet but I know it coming...... the day my last baby heads off to college ...out into the big bad world. My daughter Heather left out when she was the mere aga of 18. Just like her momma she was so ready to get out into the world and she what it had to offer her. She moved in with roommates which made her momma sleep better at night knowing that the two people with her would do anything to protect her. Even with all that one year later she was back home.... admmiting that she wasnt Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-90572727174667902022013-05-12T20:07:00.000-07:002014-05-11T17:11:02.070-07:00Motherless Mothers DaY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiUwwh98Ji4og2bWuJKivN7wQCXujiYrr_LppK2QAKD0fVCmGrQHmJNZY4RXRzeFa4lwC6TcVYqvy5RxnF4cZ7FeXq_Ij5c_xkMWoHkAjFRDH2MmSD7BIckdfUIVuKDU_eb_s4u-KwzSc/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiUwwh98Ji4og2bWuJKivN7wQCXujiYrr_LppK2QAKD0fVCmGrQHmJNZY4RXRzeFa4lwC6TcVYqvy5RxnF4cZ7FeXq_Ij5c_xkMWoHkAjFRDH2MmSD7BIckdfUIVuKDU_eb_s4u-KwzSc/s320/043.JPG" width="320"></a>Today is May the 11, 2014..... Its mothers day ... I prepare gifts for my mother-in law and get ready for my kids to come over for dinner. Today is a day also where I go get flowers and take them to my Mothers grave site ..... I sit and talk to her and tell her whats going in my life and how the kids are doing. I am always amazed at how many years its been since she passed. Let me tell you about my mother. <br>
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I was born on October 30th 1966. Jill Renee Johnston. I was the youngest of 4 children. I was given up to my great aunt and uncle by marriage when I was 9 months old. I was told that one day when my biological mother came to pick me up and because she left me with Nettie and Dee for long periods of time Nettie jokingly told her that maybe she should just give me to them ..... and the next week she brought me with all my stuff and gave me to Nettie and Dee.. She left me with them when Nettie was 40 years old and Dee was 51. Now here I sit at 46 years old and I see the sacrifice that they made taking me in at that late in the game. They didn't have to take me ...they just did ... they stepped up to a plate that two people have walked away from.... they took me kindergarten and bought me not one but two pony's. We lived on a 99 acre farm. We went on vacations and went fishing and we went to church ..... I played Mary in the Christmas plays .... so much normal it would scare you.Now we weren't perfect, but it was a great childhood with two parents that loved me. My mother hand washed my clothes and taught me to tell time. We would work in the garden together. When mom would can pears she had to do it as fast as possible because I would eat them so fast it wasn't even funny. I remember one year my mother had waited 7 years for her peony bush to bloom and it finally did, one single bloom and I was around 4 years old and I remember picking that flower and running around the back of the house to hide because I knew I had done wrong. I remember her being upset but hugging me and telling me that it was just a flower and that I meant more to her than that silly flower. She loved me with out bounds even through my teenage years. In 82 my father Dee died of a massive heart attack .... I worried that she would go with him .... but then a couple of years later mom met Chester Bly and her stood by mom til she passed in 2002. She was an awesome mother and to my kids she was a blessing to be my kids Memaw. She met my husband only once when she was in the hospital and she asked him if he was going to take care of her little girl ... my husband said yes and a few days later my mother when to be with the Lord. So be thankful this Mothers day if you have the blessing of going to your mother and hugging her ...placing a kiss on her cheek ....taking her to lunch... because for some of us .... its flowers and a one sided conversation at the grave yard..... and a void in our heart that will only be filled when we<br>
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join her in heaven one day. I love you mom and I miss you every day and I a grateful for the sacrifice you made to take care of a little girl who had no one.<a href="https://www.facebook.com/" target="_blank">https://www.facebook.com/</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-53154121674817058442012-12-30T06:07:00.000-08:002014-05-11T16:42:08.360-07:00Mental health ...Are doctors just guessing?Every since I can remember I have fought this thing inside of me. I always thought of it as a bear. Sometimes this bear is sweet and loving.I am always aware of his presence but when he is in this loving quite mood this is when I am the happiest.These are the times that I can live a semi normal life. Then there are days the bear demands a little of my short attention span. He needs to be petting this is where it feels like he is leaning on me. He doesnt demand all my attention but he does demand some. These days I feel pressure but I can juggle the bear and the world with a little effort on my part. Then there are days while I am working or talking to people he is smacking me in the face constantly. Roaring in my ear to the point I almost cant hear anything or fully fuction. There have been times the bear demand that I go be alone so that he can have all my attention. I have actually lost a good job due to this last phase. This is how my anxiety feels. When I was young I could endure it. My mother and father thought it was cute that I danced beside the dinner table while I ate. When I was a kid we were just labeled "High Energy Children" Hell I didnt even know what it was back then. I thought every kid was this way, but as I grew I realized that I was very different. My main problem was I talked too much ...I could not be still. I over talked other kids which made them mad and so this threw me out of main stream kids and into the rejected sector ..... but still as a kids you endure... you cry it out and move on. School work was a nightmare for me.Most of the time I could read a page in my school book and look up and couldnt tell you one word of what I read. I could really study the night before but sometimes the noise in my head would be so loud that I couldnt remember anything I studied so that also slated where my future was headed. So my self esteem was taking a nosedive and this links into all the bad relationships I have suffered. At first people think I am super neat...loud and fast paced ... always up for the next thing .... love doing things that where a dare or dangerous ..... but then the extreme of me would wear down for them .... I was never that friend that would call you to see how you were doing ...you always had to call me because for the most I would be so busy in my own head I couldnt even entertain anybody elses world ... thats how I lost so many friends and the ones that would stay with me were as broken a human being as I was. I lost one of my oldest friends because she finally got tired of my "time outs" when I go into what I call time out I dont talk to any one I ignore calls. I have even hid while friends knocked on my door to check on me .This also entered into boyfriends and husbands ...they all thought I was this neat little wild animal some of the guys after looking back I see they took me as a challenge something that just needed to be broken ..tamed .... they thought they could "cage"the bear. My first husband tried his best to subdue this beast with only a divorce to show for it. I fought this through two kids .... I remember fighting off a panic attack at my daughters field day.... I suceeded because I so didnt want to embarrass my daughter and show her friends that her mother was mentally defective. I have always felt like it was always 0 or 100 with me ....I would be complete "on" or I taught myself how to just shut her ....so for a large part of my kids growning up I was never that involved mother because I was always in fear that the monster in me might poke its head out and cause my children problems at school. So I worked as much as I could using that excuse to keep me out of school functions ....every once in a great while I would have to go in and pretend to have it all togeather and for the most I would suceed ...it was exhasting ... it always felt as though I was holding the full weight of that bear back. Work that is the one place that the bear worked for me and not agaisnt me. I had so much energy.... so much drive everything for me was a challenge ...a race .... a compotistion. I was always compeating with people even if they were not aware of it. I would work harder .... I would work more hours than anyone else ... I would take on way more respondsiblity that I should but it always made me a valued employee. Somehow I used to always sleep well and up to about 2 years ago that was my one saving grace was I could sleep at the drop of a hat. I have gone to my doctor for help .... he has ran me through many different anti depression meds ...Zoloft ....Prozac.....Paxal .... It feels as though it doesnt subdue the bear .... but it destracts him a little but never enough to make it worth the side effects of the drugs ... I was just took off anoughter shot at Zoloft because I was breaking out in hives that were making me itch myself til I bled . I talked to my doctor about maybe this being Adult attention disorder but he dismissed it ...sometimes I think its because so many people who dont have the problem want the drug because its effect on them is like crack so all theses people end up pretending to have Adult attention disorder to get the meds and then it makes it impossible for people like me who might actually have it get treated for it ...or even checked. Now here I amin my mid 40's and I dont have the phyiscal energy to keep up witht the bear and this is making the anxiety so much worse.What a mad mad world we live in.So as for now my bear still roams free .... not that I ever wanted him caged but I would like a life where both of us could live in peace.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-50612507182650739342012-07-15T17:22:00.001-07:002012-07-15T17:30:14.238-07:00Jessica Dee Hoover Aug.19 1985 - Sept 7th 1985Sometime in the month of Feb 1985 I became pregnant with my first child. I remember it was my fiance Jimmy and my brother Kenneth were at the clinic with me ...I came outside where they were standing and told them the good news. Jimmy was so happy. I didn't want to get married at this point even though we were in the middle of planning our wedding this came about. I didn't want it to look like we had to get married so I called off the wedding ...but after a couple of months Jimmy talked me into it because he so wanted our child to have his last name...at about 4 months pregnant we got married southern style in front of a judge with his sister and her boyfriend as witnesses. The bride wore a blue sundress because it was big enough. I wore blue cameo earrings that I still have to this day. That were borrowed from his grandmother. We came home and he went fishing and I started cooking dinner. I was about 6 months pregnant ....and the pregnancy felt weird.....I had this strange feeling that something was wrong with the baby. Everyone told me that I was just worried and its was just first time pregnancy pains. I tried to put it out of my mine but that weird feeling never left me. about 10:00 on August the 18th I went to the bathroom and felt some kind of leakage happening. I told Jimmy that we needed to go to the hospital that something wasn't right. Jimmy was so excited that the baby was coming it was dawning on him that she was coming 3 months too early. They did all they could to stop the contractions but the baby was in distress and they rushed me to a hospital Vanderbilt Medical hospital in Nashville Tennessee and there Jessica Dee Hoover was born at 7:15 that morning she weighed in at 3 pounds and 2 ounces. She has blood on the brain. She had Jaundice. She had a virus called the CMV Virus. Its simple ...I caught a cold and its like a 1 in 10,000 chance that she could catch it but ...she did and it did a lot of damage to my little girl. It was hard to grip how tiny she was. Jimmy could hold her in one of his big hands. Here we were two kids ...not only having a kid but I premature one. My world spun out of control. I prayed even when doctors took me into their office and told me there was no hope for her. Here health during this time would improve and then decline ...it was a nightmare roller coaster that I couldn't get off and I had to hold my head up high and know that God had this. I stayed in the hospital for 2 weeks. They took blood ...so much blood and ran test on me. You see Jessica was one of 7 kids that had contracted this virus and they weren't understanding it fulling so they were running every test know to man on me and my little girl trying to beat a ticking time bomb which was going to be my daughters death. on the 9th day of my stay I was walking down one of the halls trying to get my strenght back and I heard a voice I cant tell you either in my head but it sound just like hearing a person talk to you... and it told me that my daughter was going to leave me and that it was o.k. That it was the way thinks where supposed to work out. I stepped back ...I thought it was my own minds voice or maybe the devil trying to make me lose my faith... but at that moment I was ashamed that I even entertain an idea like that .....but I later I figured that it had to be God preparing me for my daughters departure. One Sept.7th 1985 my daughter left this world. to perfect for the sin of this world she went back to be with her father and there she wait for me and one day I will see her again and I will hold her in my arms and she will call my name "Mommy". I still have a void in my soul where she firs perfectly. I know the Lord has a plan for this ....for it to make me stronger for it to make me love my daughter Heather and my son Taylor more than I would have without her. She is in this little box in my heart and every now and again I get it out and I remember every smile and sound she made and the way she felt in my arms and how her little heart would just race when she would her her fathers voice and how blessed I was to have her in my life if only for a brief moment it was one of the best moments of my my life and nothing in this world will ever come close to it. I held on to a real angel and it was amazing and scary and I would do it again all over again just hold her again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-85628326960784781422012-07-15T08:21:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:17.350-07:00Husband GroomingYes ... you read that right <strong>Spouse Grooming</strong>, Its when a "friend" "Co-Worker" Set into being everything you as their Wife/Husband are not. They take time to listen to your spouse because innocently they will tell these people all their marrige problems then the Groomers will figure out what is missing or lacking in your marriage then they slowly talk to your spouse and slowly morph into that person your are failing to be. The conversation also always head innocently into a sexual nature and his is when the Groomergets to innocently tell your spouse all the great things that they can do for them sexually and from where they have sat and listening to all the lacking points of your marriage can totally get big points in this area .... but once they have brooched the subject both parties usually knows where this relationship is headed. <br>
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Let me explain to you ..... My husbands ex-girfriend reconnected with both of us around our 8th year of marriage. My husband even asked if it was o.k. if she was friends with us. I being a full believer in trust, said yes. Fully convident that my husband would never cheat on me. This ran into her coming to a huge Halloween bash that I throw every year and us being invited to her kids birthday parties. I thought that things were going along just great.Not that we were besties or anything but they seemed o.k. Now here is where the red flags popped and I ignored them (Note: never ignore red flag) She ended up without a job and my husband and I worked at the same place and once again my husband asked me would I mind if he asked my boss if they had a job for her and once again.... I said "Sure" Well that is where this little nightmare begins. It stared with the fact that she was working third shift and I was working dayshift and my husand kinda hit right in between. So if my husband had to stay late enough which was a couple of nights a week they would sit at the picnic table and talk. I am sure that my husband talked to her about how our marriage had changed since the wreck. (Had a wreak about 5 years ago almost died took along recovery time) So this girl K.C was grooming herself to be the girl that I wasnt to my husband...please dont get this broken I blame both partys takes two to dance this dance. But as I would come in to work she would constainly tell me that she either talk to my husband or facebooked him or texted him and all red flags but the one that had the brightest red light was when she poked me and told me if I ever needed help with him *wink* *wink* she would be there for me. I told my husband all of this and he asked if I wanted him to quit talking to her.... but I didnt want to sound jealous I said no .... (Dumb move again) Well the year rolled on her family attended our Halloween party and Christmas came and went ... We got her a candleholder and candle and she got us bath towel and a candle ...these gifts will matter later. My husband had accumulated too many vacation days at work so for about three weeks he was going to have to take Monday and Tuesday off for the next three weeks. The first Monday I came home from work and there was my loving husband .... I asked him how was his day off ....what did you end up doing I asked ....nothing he responded , I told him <div><br></div><div><br></div><div>that was exactly what a vacation day was for.. When in fact my husband had went out to eat lunch with K.C. and she had to give him the hat she bought him for Christmas .... their lunch date was on April the 11th 2012. I came home on Wednesday of that week and my husband of 9 years informs me that she has given him a hat and it was a Christmas present. I asked "Why is she giving you a Christmas present we have already done Christmas....Then he informs me that its because he made her a braclet to go with a necklace that she already had. .... The he lowered the lunch date on me. I blew up seven way of Sunday he said he didnt tell me because he knew I would get angry.... Really? Now .... let me tell you ladies ... and some will argue but you trust me second marriage trusted both of them to the max and have been served my ass on a platter both times .... if your wife has a male friend or your husband has a female friend..... almost always there is one party in that pair that wants the other ..... your husband or wife might be the one wanting or maybe they are the one wanted.... but it starts slowly and some even innocently were neither of them knew they had feeling .... but one of them will start turning into the spouse that you are not and they can because they dont have to be that person all the time ...just the few minutes or hour that they get to spend with the person you love, Then all of a sudden you get that speach of how its not you or anything you did ....they didnt mean for it to happen......it just happened ...no my friends it doesnt <strong>JUST</strong> happen ......it grows slowly and its called emotional cheating and honest to me its worse that phyical cheating because ...the heart is involved. This happens in factories and cubicles all around the world and ....you the spouse are caught off guard. So if the spouse is dressing better or putting on cologne/perfume when he/she used to not ...... Realize that this is a "<strong>RED FLAG"</strong> and that your marriage is in jeapory. If it wasnt for my husbands conscience ....I always wonder where that relationship might have gone. My husband and I are still in the beginnings of trying to even figure out if this is worth saving. I have never had something hurt me so deeply and emotionally. Be careful of the women/men married or not that standing or touching your spouse too much. Attached men have no need to hang out with married or single women As do attached women have no reason to hang out with married or single men. You are just asking for trouble and any desent man or woman know this. Eyes open ladies/Gentlemen ....from me to you ....</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-64365483470106833492012-07-15T04:50:00.000-07:002012-07-15T04:50:37.715-07:00George Foreman Mind blowerHi .... today's blog is going to be titled "The George Foreman Grill Mind blower" I am always looking for ways that get me the heck out of the kitchen. Just because I was born with "Lady Parts" did not make me a automatic chef. I have never had a natural desire to cook. With that said I am going to share with you something so simple ...but every time I tell someone about it ...they freak out on me .... like wow that's is awesome!! Why in the world didn't I think of that. So I thought it was time to blog it ...Pin it and face book this for the people out there that not only hate to cook but hate to clean as <br />
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Now here is a freebie that I am going to throw out there just because of the good human being that I am. See that black tray in the picture above .... Well place that under the food "BEFORE" you start cooking so it can go ahead and catch all the grease and juices before they run all over the counter and make a total mess and make you say words that you have to pray about later!!!<br />
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Most of the time it will be totally clean.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-78973041285555689962012-06-22T14:22:00.000-07:002012-06-22T14:35:32.655-07:00Unattached ParentingWhen I first became a parent I didn't know what in the shit I was doing.<br />
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No one prepared me for all the gross horror that I was about to face .... the screaming for hours on end the poop that was going to end up on my hands sometime my face and even once in my hair. I will also admit that there were times I didn't even want to be around my own child. Not because I didn't love her but because when my kids where little people expected you to actually raise your own kid. We didn't hand them to grandma or sister or babysitter ... ex-husbands were not as many back then.... the world really thought that you "The Parent" should rear their own offspring. <br />
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Last week I decided to take my nephew Frederick (age 6) and my son Taylor (age 15) to go and check out the new "Kids Castle" that they had re-vamped in our neighborhood and bonus I would get to shoot some overdue photos of my boys. We tried out everything swings, slides, flying saucers and even a grasshopper ride. Then as I stood there trying to watch them play tag this little girl came up and tugged on my pants leg and in the cutest 4 year old voice and insisted that I "Watch This!!" and she jumped up and down on stair steps then she proceeded to show me that she could dance followed by how far she could jump....she asked me to watch her slide down the slide and as she was climbing the tower I searched the playground area for her mother ... the little girl was about four and Hispanic so I figured young Hispanic mother or father. I glanced over all the parents there was only one young Hispanic woman and she was sitting on a bench doing something on her phone ..... soon as I laid eyes on what I believed to be the little girls mother I heard the little girl yell at me to watch .... I yelled back that I was watching and looked back at mom she didn't even notice..... so I watched her slide down the slide laughing having a ball I switched back and forth watching this little girl and my nephew for the good bit of an hour and ever so often looking at the lady on the bench and in this stretch of 55 or so minutes she never so much as looked up once this making me start to doubt that this was the little girls mother... so I start looking at the other mothers and fathers and what struck me was that 6 of the 13 parents that were there that day were totally not watching their kids they were sitting on the benches and the picnic tables updating their face book, checking emails or texting ....and most of these parents to kids that were under 6 years old. Then I looked back to find my nephew and I saw the little girl at the Hispanic lady asking for something to drink and without taking her eyes off her phone she spoke something to the little girl and the little girl got a juice out of her mothers purse took a drink and ran back out to the swings. <br />
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I hear all these people that are grossed out at the attachment parenting which yes some of that stuff is way too far out there for me. I have to bring light to the <strong>"Unattached Parent"</strong> .... Parents that would rather be texting or on Face book ....hanging out with friends, anything but spending real one on one time with their kid(s). I have a friend that is the poster child for "Unattached Parent" She is always one the phone ...in between work and friends and her new boyfriend her daughter is lucky to get 20 hours with her a week and even when they are together she has her in front of a T.V. or her video game so that she doesn't have to actually spend time with her.... does that sound familiar? If it does its time to start <strong>reprioritizing</strong> your life and what is most important and planned or a How they hell did that happen well guess what it is your responsibility to raise these little human being .... more than providing them things, they also need your time and teachings of the "wrongs" and "rights" and to guide them through this life that is so much harder than it was 20-30 years ago ... they need you more than I needed my parents back in the early 70's. Stop for a moment ...take them to the Park or to the Zoo ..... and leave your phone in the car ....I hate to break this to you guys but back in the day we didn't have cell phones and people actually went for hours not talking or texting people constantly. I think these sweet little <span style="background-color: yellow;">angels</span> deserve your time and attention. Be present in your child's life. You chose to be a parent ...they had no choice in being your child. So thats it for this post I hope to enlighten one parent before they wake up one day and their kid is either grown and dont want anything to do with them or they are having to vist time in prison because honestly they didnt get enough hugs from mommy and daddy. Grow up and be the parent your child need, wants and deserves.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-34712465611060259072012-05-29T18:16:00.002-07:002012-11-22T21:12:09.733-08:00Hi .... today's blog is going to be titled "The George Foreman Grill Mind blower" I am always looking for ways that get me the heck out of the kitchen. Just because I was born with "Lady Parts" did not make me a automatic chef. I have never had a natural desire to cook. With that said I am going to share with you something so simple ...but every time I tell someone about it ...they freak out on me .... like wow that's is awesome!! Why in the world didn't I think of that. So I thought it was time to blog it ...Pin it and face book this for the people out there that not only hate to cook but hate to clean as well. First you need a George Foreman Grill ...<br />
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<strong>I have talked to my 11 year old daughter about sex before. About abstinance,
disease, pregnancy and all that, but the other day, i saw a text on her phone
that made me realize that that her and a boy were having a conversation about
sex, and i'm having a hard time with what i should say to her about it. I asked
her what the conversation was about, and she told me that this boy told her that
he had been having "wierd" thoughts about her, like of them making out and
stuff. She says she has not done anything, but i am looking for advise about
what to say to her, how to react without overreacting. She is my only child, so
i haven't had to deal with anything like this before...HELP!</strong></div>
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Now lets stop right there.... Why in Gods name does an 11 year old child have a cell phone? I think we put that internet into these young childrens hands with the thought that everyones kids have a cell phone. I feel they would be safer if they have a cell phone .... and then the one that drives me to cuss...parents that feel they have equpped their child with a cell phone sitter and they dont have to worry about them. at 11 years old I always knew where my kids where...they were either with me or at school or with a family member. I didnt need to call my eleven year old because 90% of the time they were with me and if not I had the number of the person that I deemed worthy enough to watch my kids. We go to a rather large church and one Wednesday night my son who was 14 years old at the time was being made fun of by a 6 year old because she had a cell phone and my son did not. Really? Wow!! I believe fully that we are throwing an adult world at these kids and they are not ready for it nor God gave these kids dont want to parent anymore and they have found this really neat device that lets them do what ever they want and they feel their kids are safe ....or they hand them to them because if they dont then their kid will be ousted and no one will like themat school....let me tell you my son is now 15 and 1/2 years old and finally last month he recieved my old cell phone and he only has talk and text and believe you me it is checked on an almost daily shedule ....parnets grow a pair and be a real parent, It isnt being your kids friend ...they have friends they need a parent that shows them right and wrong and shields them from things they are not old enough for.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-77228538218453842912012-04-21T13:29:00.000-07:002012-04-21T13:29:35.985-07:00Kid Free businesses<div>
I heard of all these businesses that are going kid free. Then I heard all the breeders (non active parents) start cranking up about how much these business owners must be kid hater. That you should never step foot in there establishments. This made me laugh it was so misunderstood. Then this week not only are people stepping foot in these businesses they are gaining business..... Kid free restraunts, kid free theatres, even " kid free" cruises. Cue: breeders scratching heads and organizing internet mobs. What parents of today's spoiled, undisciplined children don't get is that it isn't the kids we hate .....IT IS YOU we hate! Understand, if you don't get nothing else from this piece.... your kids we feel the utmost pity for. Being saddled with lazy, unresponsible parents such as yourself ...you either are too lazy to make your kids mind .. or just stupid if you think that letting them "Do their own thing" is a great choice of parenting. I think most parents today are the first kind .... I think they are kids themselves. I think they had kids because either they were copying their friends or their parents begged and begged for grand kids, so they just joined a cult I refer to as Breeders... now at first this was awesome they had this little being that even though they pooped and peed themselves .... they netted the parents bookoo's of attention and this probably lasted til 2 years old. Then this child need a parent. A grown-up if you will to teach them how to act and behave. Now back in the day this was doable.... parents were strong enough to take the time and patience to school their young in the lessons that would teach them to be viable human beings. The today parent is way to busy playing on the Internet ...pinning.....posting and liking other useless parents Facebook profiles..they are too busy leaving their kids with anyone that will watch them while they go shopping ...getting nails done ...tanning or getting drunk with the boy or golfing anything to escape the responsibility of raising ones young. If they do have to actually spend time with these little snot bubbles they buy them way too many toys and most of these toys are what I call "distraction toys" they are to distract the child away from needing anything from the parents that is why their are 2 billion kids out there that would rather play Call of Duty than to go out to the lake for the day. Now you sit and wonder why oh why do all these mean people hate my kids ....well they don't they honestly hate your lack of parenting skills. The way you sit there and let your kids run around these eating establishments without so much as a word. You hold these 2 year old and let them scream non stop for a spand of 20 minutes til you make me want to walk up and take the child from you and see what in the world is wrong with it. The correct thing is to take your child if you cant get them to stop crying outside and away from people that are trying to enjoy a night out. Once the child is under control you come back in ...if they are running and acting up ...1st time you take them to the bathroom and explain what will happen if they act up again ..2nd time you follow through with punishment. Now back in my day that was a spanking but now I think its a strong talking to. But if you cant make your child mind then you might want to think about eating at home .... watching netflix ..... You have to parent people its not optional. Its a requirement. Its gotten sobad that they are throwing you and your kid out of places that has to tell you something.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-56719796432784636992011-03-13T18:47:00.001-07:002012-04-21T13:44:06.287-07:00BEFORE YOU GIVE ME UP<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">H</span><span style="line-height: 115%;">ow do you begin a story? A story that is so important for any mother who wants to give up her child. Maybe it’s the right thing for you to do? I don’t know but all I do know is the other side . We have all heard the mothers side what was the best for the child</span></span>…<span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="line-height: 115%;">or that they forced her into it. But this blog post is the other side of the coin. This is the story of a<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>grown woman looking back at the years<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>of mistakes that all hinged on feeling unwanted, unloved and discarded by<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>the most important person in her life . </span>What I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">couldn't</span> get </span><span style="font-family: Calibri;">was ...what was so bad that my own mother <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didn't</span> want me. My entire life has been haunted by that question.</span> <span style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">even knowing that it was the factor that made me invite so much bad into my life and never understand why. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">I am not going to do the my name is thing </span>…<span style="font-family: Calibri;">because I know there are more stories out there untold and unnamed. But when I was 9 months old I was given up from my mother to her uncle by marriage sister and her husband and if you can grasp the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dynamics</span> of that a blessing has already been prayed for you. My adoption or whatever you want to call it was odd at the very least.It was 1967 and my real bio<span style="font-family: Arial;"> </span>mom had 4 kids . This included My oldest brother Bobby my middle brother Kenneth and my youngest brother Tim and then there was the baby girl. (I was cute I seen pictures).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">Then one day she came to pick me up and and my great aunt Nettie (Mom) Jokingly stated that as much as I stayed there ..that Gladsy should just give me to Nettie. Nothing got said on that day but the next time she brought me to N<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ettie</span> she brought all my clothes and toys and GAVE me to her. Nettie was confused but thrilled because my uncle Dee(Dad) and Nettie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">couldn't</span> have kids and thought it a Gods blessing that I came into there lives. But no matter how you colored it folks its still tainted with the fact that she just walked away from me.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri;">But anyway that’s my story how in one swift moment not old enough to even realize how my life was changed forever. Nettie and Dee where in there mid 40’s and 50’s when I was dropped into their <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lives</span>. I know they never even dreamed this late in the game that they would be raising a little girl. But these great people stepped up and did the greatest job in the world they loved me. I grew up knowing them both none other than mom and dad because <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">that's</span> what they were. I remember mom telling me that when I was little that if anyone got loud for any reason I would freak out and that we went on a trip to West <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Virgina</span> and that she had just started potty me and that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">every time</span> she would check me to see if I was wet I would freak out my mom firmly believed that during those first 9 months I had been around a lot of fighting and that maybe even abused. But this is the moment that I am a blessed child for being given up, God only knows what would have happened to me if my mother had kept me. Growing up with Nettie and Dee was like something made up in a book. I lived on a 99 acre farm in Middle Tennessee. My dad ran a pig farm and my mom was a stay at home mother. I remember having every animal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">imaginable</span> and helping my parents feed animals, help tend a garden every year and following my father like a little puppy. It wasnt totally perfect but it was so damn close it was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">scary</span>. As I look back on things now I saw that everything I did hinged on a "not good enough" feeling.....everything ... I let teacher treat me horrible and wouldnt tell my parents because I felt it was my fault. I took abuse from friends because the minute I told them the story of how I was adopted the temp in the room changed and I became the freak that everyone made fun of. I even remember a rumor that went around that my real mother was a hooker. I didnt even know what a hooker was in the 4th grade. This set the tone for 4 years of abuse at the hands of some "christian" children. I finally reached highschool..... boys suddenly became a very important subject..... but I stayed to myself but I wasnt horrible looking and I got attention from boys all the same but it wasnt the right kind of attention. I had a few boyfriends but due to the fact I didnt feel my own self worth they didnt either so they would cheat on me ...or just leave me. This is when I met my bestfriends brother. His name was Jimmy and even though at 16 years of age he didnt know it .... he was a control freak and an abuser...but he arrived saying all the right words and I was just swept away....I fell in love (remember I said that "I" fell in love) I thought that all was perfect that finally someone loved me for me and we would start a family and it would be my own and I could just put the nightmare of my mother giving me up far far behind me. I had just wrangled me a new nightmare because for the next 12 years I was abused .... mentally abused and he was always telling me that he was going to run away with our 2 year old daughter if I ever did anything that remotely looked like I was going to leave him. The life that I lead with that man actually killed some of my soul ...yes I really believe that . I finally left him after one night of him kidnapping me and beating me. He almost bit ...yes I said bit my nose off my face and I asked why and he told me he figured that if he did it then no one else would ever want me. that if he couldnt have me then no one else would. it took another 4 years of him stalking and sitting out side my new home with a gun...taping my phone calls...before I finally met and married my second husband Robert and he finally went away...... these timelines with the abusive husbands shouldnt have took so long but I had no self esteem ... my whole life revolved around the fact that every day I heard this little child like voice inside me that was always saying..... wow you own mother didnt want you what would make you think that anyone else would...better stay with him...there wont be another ...do you want to live alone for the rest of your life and what if he takes Heather and runs....what would you have then..... by this time Jimmy had run all my friends and family away and he and heather were all that I had. Still i realized that not only my exhusband...but bosses, friends, I alway and sometimes still do look down like I am not worth being in peoples way....even though I loved Nettie and Dee with all that I am ... I always felt as though I was a burden on them. I still feel that way today that I am a burden on anyone that is around me. I know that at some point I will have to sit down with someone that can help me deal with all this .... but Ladies you do need to know that instead of taking the easy road..... abortion or adoption you are so important in that little babys life....and if you tell yourself that you are doing the best for the baby your wrong you are doing what is best for you and trying to bullshit yourself into living with the mistake that you created.</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-36029578088326350762010-11-26T18:26:00.000-08:002012-04-21T13:44:26.594-07:00The Wreck<div>
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This is my story that my family has always referred to it as "the wreck". The night that changed everything . I tired to just put this behind me. I cant let go of the feeling that someone needs to read this and learn from my nightmare.<br />
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The night my life took a dramatic left turn ....didn't seem any different than any other. No one felt something strange or had a dream. There was no prewarning of any kind ....no weird feelings. I had a friend of mine come in from Arkansas . We had thrown a party for her on the 14th. I wanted all her friends to come to my house so that she wouldn't have to run herself to death making separate visits. I did another party on the 15th because the night before I had to leave in the middle of the party to go to work... I worked 3rd shift ... so I threw the second party pretty much so I could spend some time with her myself. I got about 3 people to show .... about 8:30 my daughter Heather reminded me that I needed to head up to the store for some cigarette's and soda ... I keep putting her off and finally I told her to come on and lets get it done before she drove me nuts and about that time Taylor my 10 year old came running out screaming shotgun .... most of the time I let Taylor ride shotgun because with his sister being 10 years older than him it made him feel like a big boy. This night I told him no. If he was coming he would have to ride in the backseat and he darted in the backseat without another word. I told the girls to hold the fort down and we would be right back..... well I would love to tell you something about that 6 minute ride that leads us up to the little gas station where this thing takes place but there is only a faint memory of Taylor and Heather picking at one another, there was some laughter and<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-BmbGO9QUiPxsTzX5X4CWsbk9T9Q2OfkGaSoOxmdzwUCN83S25NQ5wV5pE5HN76J7Z82Jy51WlEy0NMnXvNrjJRH62vMV8oEmvpRU4tRjQcVSJv5RweZMcYaRfE-PJlK1IBQHqfXoOB7/s1600/19153_323424277572_649002572_4491786_493083_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691951583744542610" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW-BmbGO9QUiPxsTzX5X4CWsbk9T9Q2OfkGaSoOxmdzwUCN83S25NQ5wV5pE5HN76J7Z82Jy51WlEy0NMnXvNrjJRH62vMV8oEmvpRU4tRjQcVSJv5RweZMcYaRfE-PJlK1IBQHqfXoOB7/s320/19153_323424277572_649002572_4491786_493083_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a> I remember seeing the store right before the traffic light and that was all I remember. We went to go through the green light. Heather was driving. I was on the passenger side. Taylor right behind me. We were T-boned by a Nissan Frontier. A man named Johnathan Finley had hit us doing about 60 miles an hour. He had just left Nissan Motor Manufacturing where he worked 3rd shift. He went to ask for the night off and got it (Later ask me why he asked for the night off). After he hit us a gentleman said that Mr. Finley drove away from the wreck to the gas station that we were headed to he said that he ran up to Mr. Finely to see if he was o.k. and Mr. finely told him that " You didn't see a f**king thing" and went to drive off from the scene. At that very moment a cop that was pulling in to check on the store was probably the only thing that kept him driving off and leaving the scene. He hit us on my side it knocked all three of us out .... By the time Heather came to the EMT where already there trying to figure out what they were going to do with us. Heather said that she at first thought that there were diamonds falling out of her hair when she first opened her eyes ....its wasn't diamonds .. it was glass she said that she looked over and both me and Taylor were covered in blood and knocked out. Heather said that she thought at first that she had done something and it had killed her mother and her brother. later someone told her that it was a drunk driver that had caused all this mess. Heather walked around in a daze with just one flip flop on watching them work on her brother and I. They finally got me together and life flighted me to Vanderbilt Medical Center in Nashville Tennessee. Its like a 25 minute drive from my house to this hospital but apparently I needed to get there a little faster. They took Taylor to a hospital in Murfreesboro about 7-8 miles from the wreck and after they examined him they were afraid he had brain damage so they life flighted him to Vanderbilt .. no brain damage ...but he ended up with 8 staples in his right arm lots of bruising Taylor stayed in the hospital for 5 days. Heather ended up with a sprained ankle and cuts and bruising so after day 5 Taylor went home with his sister. Heather took care of Taylor ...while Robert my husband and my father-in-law Dan stayed at the hospital with me. I wasn't as lucky as my two kids .... I thank the Lord that I didn't give Taylor shotgun because I don't think my sons 10 year old little body would have faired as well if he had sat in that front seat. I don't know how well I faired ... I was rushed into emergency surgery. I had internal bleeding, It had broke my collar bone and my pelvis bone and they had to remove my spleen. They placed me in a drug induced coma (If you wanna hear about the coma dream check look up Coma dream on my blog) They couldn't get me to come out of my coma and that was a concern for a while so they put a trac in my throat because that tube that goes down your throat that you see in the movies is supposed to be a very temporary thing when it goes on for more<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinfyJp8HnH8zHvRoNxh9DcO2EkKTB1XhOALfxfQZi7XdsHvBiQoCWtx4Kgrc_yJvxd6qO3Nqqim-RgndACvO-zgFJvmdt0GX4uKk2XpLmh45HAvPZ1hHj_l178CjGAPLVCPe1f2EdQ9-U/s1600/19153_323519087572_649002572_4492301_2870094_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691951786636046258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhinfyJp8HnH8zHvRoNxh9DcO2EkKTB1XhOALfxfQZi7XdsHvBiQoCWtx4Kgrc_yJvxd6qO3Nqqim-RgndACvO-zgFJvmdt0GX4uKk2XpLmh45HAvPZ1hHj_l178CjGAPLVCPe1f2EdQ9-U/s320/19153_323519087572_649002572_4492301_2870094_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a> than 3 days they swap to a trac yeah I was in really bad shape. . now for the 8 days the doctors were presented with a entirely new problem. My stomach incision wouldn't stay closed they tried 3 times to close me and it would just pop back due to all the swelling I had going on. Well finally day 11 I came out of the coma ..... I remember not having any idea what was going one but that whatever it was it hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. Robert informed me that first the kids were o.k. that they had gotten pretty good banged up but were both at home. He told me that it was a drunk driver that had hit us ... there were moments at the beginning that I thought that this was still part of the dream i was dreaming in the coma... but my body day by day insisted that it was anything but a dream. I couldnt talk because of the trac and it was taking a little while for my brian to remember basic writing skills. They then packed me up and sent me to a recovery hospital for a month .... Well now that I had joined the party it was time to do something about my open wound .....<span lang=""><br /></span><br />
<span lang="">Now let me introduce you to the awesome quicker fixer-upper its called the <strong>"Wound Vac"</strong> Best way that I can explain the wonderful piece of medical hardware is they for some reason you cant close a wound and its rather large then they take this industrial saran wrap and you place it over the wound all around the edges of this plastic is this super sticky stuff that seals it to your surrounding skin ...now there is a tube that going into it and the other end goes into this machine that I swear sometimes sounded like an iron lung ...but it keeps the wound clean and it would help speed up healing and gave the doctors time to figure their next move which ended up giving me the time for the swelling to go down. So they sent me home. I weighted in at 103 pounds wet. My walking was that of a crippled 90 year old. I slept in our recliner because laying down completely flat was a non happening thing. Heather was taught to clean and change my wound vac ... never thought that I would have to ask my daughter to do that for me. The home health nurse would come twice a week and make sure that Heather was doing her job properly. I had to head back to Vanderbuilt to do a skin graph to cover my still swollen tummy to finally lose that wound vac ... and the graph would be a temp fix while still waiting on the swelling to finally go all the way down ...I remember coming to in the recovery room and the nurse putting something in my I.V. as I laid there I was in the same room with a woman that had just had a kidney transplant I think... and all I could do was to thank the Lord that my problems weren't that bad and I remember praying for her. They put me into another room healing time again...this time Heather babysat her dear old mom .... Finally they sent me home. I had a fever that they could figure out what it was or what was causing it ..... but I didn't care they were sending me home at this point. I was so sick of doctors and the smell of a hospital was becoming almost as familiar as home. How horrible is that. So I figured I would just keep taking my super amped antibiotics and I would be fine. I remember thinking I finally had made it through it all that I was home with my family in my house sleeping in my recliner .....after about 5 days the fever just wasn't going away. I tried to just pretend that it didn't exist...I would paint my nails and play on the computer and pray that it would go away .... but one afternoon around 5:30 I felt a pain in my tummy and something wet running down my belly and I asked Robert to come look at it ...he didn't have to say a word but the word was that he was going to call an ambulance that my wound had busted open. I called Heather and gave her the news we were headed back to the hospital. Finally in the ER they told me that the fever was a sign of an infection in one of my staples and they were going to admit me into the hospital again til they got it under control. They might as well have told me that they were sending me to a firing squad ..... I felt defeated that I didn't have "Just one more time" in me .... so they were pumping me full of some 1000.00 a pop antibiotics and Heather would walk me down and around the halls for my exercise ....one day I went to walk out of my room for my daily stroll and there was a sign on my door that stated that anyone that entered my room had to have gown and gloves and a mask ....this was my intro to the fact that I had caught I staff infection!! WhoooHaaaa!! Help me Lord .... I remember that this was the time that they took my drainage tubes out. Finally I got over the infection and the staff infection and got to head home..... I was finally starting to get back on my feet....my daughter knew that there was no point in asking me to do normal exercise so she got me where I lived. she would take me shopping everyday...not that we would buy anything, but she counted on me getting distracted looking at stuff and I would walk for hours on hours and this is how I got back in shape... i know I would come home hurting soooo bad and I would talk a happy pill sleep all night and go do it all over again the next day. Well here it is almost 5 years later.... for the last year I have been babysitting my lil nephew Frederick for my sister-in-law. I tried to go back to work at Pillsbury but their policy was that they couldn't rehire me after something like that. I guess insurance cost and all. I pray for Mr. Fineley all the time ... I hope that whatever this is that he had learned something for it ..... I want companies to come up with some kind of guidelines for employees that come into work under the influence. That there is a standard to go by to deal with them . Either sitting them down til they sober up or a cab or even calling the police on them. My lawyer was wanting so badly to name Nissan in our law suit..they never even bothered to return calls from my lawyer. I knew that big businesses can keep you in court up to 10 year before it would ever even bother them...but a "I'm sorry we dropped the ball" would have been great. I don't know what I need to do but my hope is to get people interested in righting up guidelines to follow in case you have a visible intoxicated employee. I get aggravated at Mr. Finley because drinking and driving is a selfish act. I am more aggravated at the sober people that were around him that night and did nothing. To me that was worse. Please be involved when you see a drunk person about to get in a car ...either stop them ...if that isn't an option then call the law tell them that you just say a man (or woman) getting in a car________ headed_______and the licence plate number is ______. The reason that things like this happen to us is because Mr. Fineley's boss that night and probably several of his co-workers knew he was drunk and told themselves that it wasn't their business (he sat through a 10 minute _________ meeting before asking for the night off) They let that man walk out get into his truck and drive 4 minutes down the road and almost killed me and my kids ....... I had a boss back in the day and one of our guys came in drunk as could be he smelled of whiskey ...he wanted the night off ...my boss told him that he could leave after he finished some paperwork ...she handed he 3 hours worth of work just long enough for him to sober up before she let him leave (She took action) 6 years ago I had an accident. A girl came off the interstate ramp and ran right in front of me she had 2 kids both under the age of 2 in the back seat and she was high on prescription medication after our cars came to a stop I got out to check on her and she sped off didn't want to get busted when the cops came... I followed her for many miles her with a bust back tire running on a rim....yeah I could have stayed there til the police came but then they would have never caught her and got her help and maybe the next time the kids and her might not be as lucky ......I help the police find her and get her the help she needed ( I took action) Please the next time you see a drunk driver please step up , do the right thing and be the hero.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDkCiRWFXQJXHZ_HzJPC8Iv9e3pyqYo4J4CBRgLRXquZeu0mkXB5ljsgPMX95GU4YWH_IFMkMiJt-Ekn-vxtKpywgyrQJfNY2rt2LRLADS7k5gdL6GTAHS3azC2kyWf8VrnmYUsu0FRhP/s1600/19153_323535887572_649002572_4492392_591256_n.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691951892453479202" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoDkCiRWFXQJXHZ_HzJPC8Iv9e3pyqYo4J4CBRgLRXquZeu0mkXB5ljsgPMX95GU4YWH_IFMkMiJt-Ekn-vxtKpywgyrQJfNY2rt2LRLADS7k5gdL6GTAHS3azC2kyWf8VrnmYUsu0FRhP/s320/19153_323535887572_649002572_4492392_591256_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 240px;" /></a></span></div>
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Well my son went in and out of the house playing in the snow, He got bored to the point he asked me to go play with him, Well either old bones or something I just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">couldn't</span> take the cold like I used to and had to come in, I told him at that point that a couple of houses down was one of my sons friend and that he should go down there and get him to come play in the snow with at our house and that I would make hot <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">chocolate</span> my sons eyes lit up like I told him something wonderful that he had not even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">entertained</span> yet...so he pulled on his jacket and hat and off he trudged in the snow to get his friend for a fun filled day of snow ....This boys father told my son that he was sorry but his son (12 years old) was spending the day with his girlfriend, o.k. ....now I have know this little boy for 7 years and I know the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">little</span> girl that he claims for a girlfriend and I also know that both of her parent were at work that day....really people? Did your parents teach you nothing at all. This is were I am at a lost when these parent spout off that they had no idea how there daughters got pregnant .....Its blows my mind that I have seen 9 and 10 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">old</span> with claimed boyfriends or girlfriends....we have pushed so hard for them to be little mini adults so that we can go live our lives</p><p>and with what they see on T.V. they think that at 11 year old they are ready for sex .....PARENTS hear me even if you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> want to ...if you are not going to play the role as the parent, either <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> have them or give them to childless couples that are reaching into other countries for babies. The T,V. is not the parent ...the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> is not the parent ...YOU ARE THE PARENT! Kids are not emotional ready to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exposed</span> to all the garbage on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> and T.V. Yes this means that you ..the parent will have to actually watch and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">discipline</span> your child.....Maybe even spend some actual time with this little being you brought into the world but see most people <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> fathom the role you took as a parent, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> of you were so wrapped up the the cute part of this being that when they got to be where they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">weren't</span> as cute and actually needed you to step up as a parent....you failed them... you were poor or rich I have seen <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">both</span> sides just check out of the parenting role and hand it over to electronics or an older sibling that knows even less than the parents or if that child was lucky <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enough</span> to have a loving aunt or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grandmother</span> ,,,but the actual parents just leave...look there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">isn't</span> anything wrong with being afraid that you are going to fail this young person you are many many time but its the time you get it right that they will always remember ....but there is some wrong with being a selfish human that would much rather go get her nails done or go have beers with the boys rather than spend time with someone that needs you far worse and in the end the relationship will be a blessing to you both...The other day I was watching T.V. and they said that we were having an epic rise in teen pregnancy ....really? .....could it be because you are not keeping your young girls and boys close enough to you that you just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> know what they are doing? I think that most kids are being left at home at way too young of an age sometime just to save money on a babysitter....</p><p>Then there is the cell phone issue I see kids as young as 7 and 8 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> with cell phones and I have noticed that parents have took this device and assured themselves that if that child has a cell phone that they are safe no matter where they go....Really people? It would take a child molester two seconds to talk that kid out of that cell phone ...but its one of the safety blinders that parents put up on themselves so they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> have to parent....I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> think that cell phones are bad...I do think it wrong to let your 8 year old daughter run all over the neighborhood with one while you sit at a friends house blindly thinking that the money you forked out for that phone for little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Suzy</span> is going to keep her safe from harm while you hang out with friends...</p><p>.</p><p>Just because they are old enough to make grilled cheese does not make them old enough to be by themselves. I think that the world has demanded that people work way too many hours that they wont <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sacrifice</span> their gym membership or their weekly massage. They let their own kids pay the price and when the child end up doing something wrong or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pregnancy</span> at 14 these parents have had their head in the sand so long that they are like "What?" .... Really parents deep down I know you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aren't</span> that ignorant of this ...you are just selfish....and that can be changed ....but only by you that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error">childs</span> parent</p><p> </p><p>I think its time to back up and do damage control....</p><p>number one is ...you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">don't</span> have to be a parent...no matter what parents or friends with kids pressure you to do ...there is no rule that states you have to bear children.</p><p>number two ...if you are already a parent and you feel that fight or flight emotion there is shame with getting help from professionals or even the people who have walked that road before.</p><p>number three if you are just a selfish person ...then it really is time to see a professional ... because you are only damaging yourself and you child </p><p>number four admit that you are human just like everyone else</p><p>number five <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consider</span> that giving up some of your activities might be the way to go ...that child is only yours for MAYBE 20 years (If you are really lucky) ....chances are you are going to outlive the stay so have your fun after they move out ...its a small price to pay.</p></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-75448003881969064002010-11-12T20:37:00.000-08:002012-11-22T21:11:21.599-08:00Black Friday FlashBacksBlack Friday ..... for most people there is an air of tradition ..you know the getting up early or not going to bed at all ... all the sales papers sprayed out over then kitchen table. A paper with the hopefully mapped out morning of two or three different stores you want to hit and then breakfast. The standing in line talking to people you don't know about the deals and the dangers of cutting line.... <br />
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I am sure that mine in not in the majority of views on the marvelous blessed day....here goes my one and only Tale of "THE BLACK FRIDAY OF DEATH".<br />
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Now you need to realize this before all else. I am pissed that you woke me after only 4 and a half hours sleep ... now I am freezing and in line with people that I don't know. These people seem to be overly perky and all I can do at this point is glare at them. I spend the next two hours listening to my friend tell everybody 10 up the line and 10 behind us that I am not a morning person..... then there are cops ... yes real cops on horses clopping up and down the line making sure that a fight doesn't break out over cutting line...(OVER CUTTING LINE)<br />
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This real weird fever goes down the line when they see 3 or 4 target workers start walking around the front doors..... then after what seems like a forever time of teasing us they open the doors. They never make eye contact they just open and run..... that's when I noticed that they have the buggy's in two rows. They also have a row of orange cones in the middle like its some kind of line ... at first I start walking at a normal pace and I notice that the people in front of me start to 'fast pace walk. Then it slowly turns into a trot and before I know it they are running so start this slow run too because if I didn't I feared being trampled to death by those soccer moms hopped up on Ritalin with those too wide eyes and hands placed lightly on my back silently telling me that if I don't pick up the pace the herd was going to leave me behind ... so for survival sake I begin a slow run.... praying not to trip over any cone or piss anyone off. I get to the end of this track and see all these women running and snatching thing like their lives depended on what goods they came away with..... that's when I knew it ... <br />
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I hate it with my soul ..... it seemed like everything that was wrong with our society .... was wrapped up right here in a really big neat bow ..... that cost more than it should, but a price that these women were willing to pay just to be part of something ...because believe you me it isn't the "deals" as they called them ..... I think I bought a portable DVD player that morning and there it was for the same price a week later.... So when someone says BLACK FRIDAY to me with them crazy eyes... I tell them to ... <br />
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There isn't anything I could imagine that would make me want to rub elbows with the straight jacket needing group that shows up for these things.... now like I say its not for me and this is my view on this great tradition, so if you have hate .... send it to someone who will appreciate it .... I will not ...in fact I don't bother reading those posts ...its just bad ju-ju ..... Happy Holidays!!<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGcZZqSCosyCl1dNcSvj3tBRHt6pSzwnTGRaHu7oYWyClZdcics8uBPVx8Poq4n5C1MqmMrHH05tcLqmLS6wpGwYZQmTOHSDDbdRBH-TmX3Ja2HqzLeHgJ6gBq7mUNo2zrmtFfwjMBAZU/s1600/black-friday4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538904592284445090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGcZZqSCosyCl1dNcSvj3tBRHt6pSzwnTGRaHu7oYWyClZdcics8uBPVx8Poq4n5C1MqmMrHH05tcLqmLS6wpGwYZQmTOHSDDbdRBH-TmX3Ja2HqzLeHgJ6gBq7mUNo2zrmtFfwjMBAZU/s320/black-friday4.jpg" style="float: left; height: 295px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></a></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-39894852392060251912010-10-20T19:31:00.000-07:002010-10-20T19:42:30.240-07:00Halloween and what it means to me!!Getting ready for halloween ..... well its my crack ... I love the fall air and the leaves and the pumpkins and well I just could go on and on and on and on ...because I love Halloween better than any other holiday and I will tell you why ... its a time were everyone can let their hair down and be whatever they want to be without anyone having a stroke its time to get out and say hey to your neighbors why extorting treats at the same time .... it fun with a dash of mischeif how could you not love it. This year we are holding our 3rd annual pumpkin carving/ costume party. Its going to be a Zombie theme to it. I will be the Zombie lunch lady and so far we have a grave digger, necromancer, bride and groom a sheriff and about 5 zombie hunting men (who by the way just want to walk around in a long trench coat and carry guns.) I have the front yard decked out as a graveyard and my entire front of my house is incased in black spiderwebbing. There are spiders everywhere. So all you true ghouls and goblins thrown on your costumes and grab a kroger sack and you are more than welcome at my house on Halloween ...now beware of the zombies because they are EVERYWHERE!!!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-31815303804943296462010-10-09T20:22:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:19.304-07:00This was titled "Is Gay ...o.k.? Well I had to respond.I am an fan of a blog called "Scary Mommy" .... Her name is Jill which I thought was totally cool (The Jill Club) anyway she hosted a guest blogger "Who put me in charge of these people" and The blog was about the fact that how we raise our kids may be totally different from other peoples way of raising their kids but how that can be o.k. it went into a gay topic and ...well below you can read it and read my response .... my response was due to the fact that I have a gay daughter and how having walked that road changed my outlook, you can assume how you would react if it happened to you but do you really know for sure???<br />
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<i>Gretchen, a.k.a. Texan Mama, spends her days finding rogue singleton socks and tending to the dozen feet that wear those socks. She resides in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex with her husband, 5 children, and one dog (who doesn’t wear socks). In her spare time, she blogs at</i><br />
<a href="http://www.texanmama.com/"><u><span style="color: blue;">Who Put Me In Charge Of These People</span></u></a>.I’m a parent. I’m doing the best I can to raise my children with the belief system I have in place. I am using the tools I have to make the best judgments I know. <br />
Here’s the catch: my best judgments may not be in agreement with other people’s best judgments. And, that’s okay. I’m okay knowing that sometimes the way we raise our children doesn’t gel with other families. I can deal with that.<br />
For example, we don’t have cable TV. That’s just our feeling. We believe that cable TV is riddled with inappropriate programs as well as advertisements that promote materialism. Does that mean we don’t let our kids watch cable TV at other people’s houses? No. It’s just not the right fit for our family. They know what cable TV is and they know why we disapprove of it. I think it’s okay for them to have exposure to it occasionally, but I don’t want it to become a part of our everyday life.<br />
Another example would be our religious beliefs. We are conservative Christians. I’m not even going to put our religious beliefs on the same plane as cable TV, because our religion is much much more significant than TV. The two aren’t even close. I’m sure you feel the same way about your faith, whether it be religion or spirituality or even the conscious decision about having no religion at all. It is at your core. Or, it should be, whatever you practice. But the point is, our religious beliefs guide our family decisions and our world view. I don’t expect our world view to be the same as other families’, but I know that it’s a good fit for us.<br />
As I raise my children, I want to surround them with people who are like-minded with us. I want to provide my children with positive role models who practice and support our value system. I think that’s normal, right? On the one hand, some might call it sheltering my child from the real world. They might say that my children need to know what’s out there and need to experience it. True. But I, on the other hand, feel that there is a time and a place for kids to experience the world. I feel like it’s my job to determine when that time should be. I don’t want my kids to see PG-13 movies before they’re 13. I don’t want my kids getting cell phones until they are at least 16. These are decisions I’m comfortable with. And, just because someone else decides differently for their family, doesn’t mean I think they’re wrong. They, and me, and you, have to make decisions that fit for our own unique family dynamic. No one knows the ins and outs of our families better than the people directly involved.<br />
I started writing this post as an afterthought to one I posted a few weeks ago, then took down. The post was asking readers to discuss the fact that my son’s 4th grade teacher is an open lesbian. Immediately commenters responded with <i>what’s the problem?</i> and <i>why is it a big deal?</i> and one even said<i>, contrary to popular belief, they are not child molesters.</i> That comment really hurt, because I never said one negative thing to instigate such a comment. I replied that the reason I was concerned came from a fear that the issue of her sexuality, if discussed openly, would pull the focus of the class away from education and place it somewhere else. Where? I don’t know, but I am pretty sure that place would not be part of the 4th grade science curriculum. I was concerned that it would cause divisiveness with parents, and that it would cause discussions in school that aren’t appropriate for a 4th grade school setting. All of that? 100% true.<br />
But beyond that, I will be honest, because I can. I would prefer my son’s teacher be someone who shared my belief system. I would prefer she be a heterosexual. If I had my choice, I’d prefer she be a Christian heterosexual. NOT because I am afraid of gay people (I’m not). NOT because I hate gay people (I don’t). I just want my child to be surrounded by adults who support and practice our family’s value system. Is that so strange?<br />
On the flip side of that, if you were a parent who raised a child to believe that there is no God, and your child’s teacher were a devout Christian, would you automatically hate her just because your belief systems are different? No. Neither do I hate my son’s teacher. Would you be concerned that her belief system, one that guides her own daily thoughts and decisions, might consciously or subconsciously slant her teaching and her daily interactions with children, especially your child? I do. I worry about it. I worry about anytime my children have contact with people outside of our family. I don’t want to shield my children from everyone whose value systems are different than my own. I don’t want them to become adults who are sheltered and naive. Who would want that for their children? But I just wonder if only conservative Christians get accused of sheltering their children. I wonder if people who reject organized religion are also being told that their children will grow up to be sheltered and naive? I mean, aren’t they keeping their children from the world too?<br />
I fully understand that I don’t have the luxury of always choosing who my child is exposed to. I also get that when I choose to send my child to public school, I’m choosing for him to be exposed to people whose value system may clash with our own. This post is not about what I’m going to DO about who my child is exposed to; it’s about how I FEEL about the people my child is exposed to. It’s also my inner monologue, bubbling out onto the blog page.<br />
I feel that it’s reasonable to expect my child’s teacher to keep her personal life and professional life separate. The situation just gets a little sticky when Mrs. Jones, the history teacher, can say that she went to the museum of natural history with her husband, but Ms. Taylor has to use the term "friend" instead of referring to her partner as "wife" or "partner". Is this fair? Maybe not. And I’m not a legal expert so I can’t say where the line is, where a teacher’s personal rights supercede the appropriateness of classroom verbiage.<br />
I guess my point is this: there are a lot of people I don’t want to play as a role-model for my child, and I feel it’s my duty as a parent to find the best role-models for my child. It’s my job to help shape my child into the person I think he or she should be. That is the core of parenting: guiding our children to become productive members of society. I realize that my influence will only go so far and at some point in the very near future, my children will have opinions of their own and will probably reject everything I’ve ever taught them. That’s part of adolescence and to be expected. But I would be a failure as a parent if I didn’t try to give my child some moral and ethical values as a foundation on which to build their opinions.<br />
My moral and ethical values? They are mine. And yours are yours. They are beautiful and unique and perfect for your family. They fit you and mine fit me but ours aren’t the same and I can’t expect my values to fit your family, nor can I expect your values to fit mine.<br />
Jill and I have a long history of respectfully <a href="http://www.scarymommy.com/a-truly-scary-mommy/"><u><span style="color: blue;">agreeing to disagree</span></u></a>. I am pretty sure we disagree on this topic as well as others we’ve bumped heads against in the past. But we treat each other with kindness. We don’t make assumptions about the other person. We are polite. We don’t accuse. I can’t imagine a better setting for people from two different viewpoints to come together. Because learning takes place where love gives it a voice. You may not like what I have to say. You may think I’m wrong. But, I’ll say this again:<br />
I’m a parent. I’m doing the best I can to raise my child with the belief system I have in place. I am using the tools I have to make the best judgments I know.<br />
Are any of us really doing any differently?<br />
And well here is what poured out of me .......<br />
Hey guys … this post was THE most well thought out piece on this I have ever seen. I would love to say this will be short ….. but I will try not to write a book. I was a single mom raising two kids the best I knew how,around Heathers (My oldest) 15th birthday she had only claimed one boyfriend and started claiming girlfriends and well I comforted myself with "Its a phase" Heather officially came out at the age of 18 and please let me assure you that I didn't take it well at all. I packed her up and sent her to live with the biggest homophobic in the know world ‘her father’.Now keep in mind that right before all this I considered myself a very "with it" kinda gal. I had all the respect for people and their choices …. still I cried … I freaked, I blamed. I constantly searched what had I done wrong. Several times I figured that I was the bad role model being a giant tomboy myself. Another thought was that I worked to much I wasn't there when she needed me…the divorce, but when I didn't have another tear to shed I realized why I was so upset. It wasn't Heather .. it was the most selfish that I have ever been in my life. I wasn't going to get to help Heather with prom night help pick her dress and a nervous young man at the door. I wasn't going to be able to get teary eye’ed while she stood in front of me in a long white gown …. She was never going to need me to help her with her first pregnancy …. no gran children …no talks about what marriage was about ….. I think I was mad because it felt as though she has denied me my rights … the rights that most mothers take for granted … I would never experience. All the dreams that you as a mother just assumed where going to happen were gone. Now here we are 6 years down the road. I realized that my love for my child was bigger than anything else. Nope there wasn't a prom,(She didn't want to be the drama that tainted the other kids prom) No wedding,(She doesn't believe in the institution) no gran kids(doesn't want kids) …. but she is happy and in my life and being without her was much worse than anything else… I am southern baptist ( Insert rolled eyes here) and I have always had my faith. I always will …. but for the mothers that haven't had to walk my path …. don't assume that you will be the coolest parent in the world, because until you gear up and walk down that rocky road you just don't know…but I love my daughter with all my heart and I did the best I could raising her. I have come to this conclusion. You raise your kids with the best that you have been taught and the best that you have learned and you pray the rest of the way …its all you can do. Goodbye and Gods love Jill Hilliard<br />
<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 85%;"></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-63403122905440366542010-10-08T19:22:00.001-07:002014-05-11T16:42:01.732-07:00Catch me up blogget<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>Hey friends and foes ... I know I have to get back on the blogging horse ... but it has been a crazy world around here. We ended up going on vacation the last of September to the mountains it was way too amazing for words so ....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWkt8yyoeAqVKRuVpxXuA7e8EpXJRXl-bRBuohomIRtWWRws2BhGnBGiHu3eeissv8aJCEbhYBvIQNETGUtAnpiHxJ7mNgTt3rU58KIwFYayMrEvoSem5WulgaF4CkL_Fzm5Hr8Ir5o8ra/s1600/20100927_1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525869374410579954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWkt8yyoeAqVKRuVpxXuA7e8EpXJRXl-bRBuohomIRtWWRws2BhGnBGiHu3eeissv8aJCEbhYBvIQNETGUtAnpiHxJ7mNgTt3rU58KIwFYayMrEvoSem5WulgaF4CkL_Fzm5Hr8Ir5o8ra/s320/20100927_1.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br />My son Taylor</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TU42uH7ODBQVgmtnW1CpNKgHyj5jtkLYqd8yH2RFik698jHuT6cKmRp6ZM33WgiISmwxRTFYlbnVdJzLhF5U-3nokv5B8-VJ4sm_iyfqvE6oY47LDWTa6nRdnt_c9qyVt0vlrpDoJs2L/s1600/20100927_10.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525875383523766626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7TU42uH7ODBQVgmtnW1CpNKgHyj5jtkLYqd8yH2RFik698jHuT6cKmRp6ZM33WgiISmwxRTFYlbnVdJzLhF5U-3nokv5B8-VJ4sm_iyfqvE6oY47LDWTa6nRdnt_c9qyVt0vlrpDoJs2L/s320/20100927_10.JPG" /></a><br /><br />My daughter Heather</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwLCViuhg7TNgWQkd1Cnglrj1b3UDfoKLizzsK-Dyz-_G55qNM83HVi4PubqQt7WTDTH2iGc2wnc6VwTcNDOvDWXinWY08a-Jvjls-dSty91_5_qxxGRsxBA6wNtabZiLRn88Sk6bNtv3/s1600/20100927_13.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525875390396872434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHwLCViuhg7TNgWQkd1Cnglrj1b3UDfoKLizzsK-Dyz-_G55qNM83HVi4PubqQt7WTDTH2iGc2wnc6VwTcNDOvDWXinWY08a-Jvjls-dSty91_5_qxxGRsxBA6wNtabZiLRn88Sk6bNtv3/s320/20100927_13.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br />with my husband Robert,<br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-78571585067901300182010-08-30T19:35:00.000-07:002010-08-30T19:56:33.026-07:00Please forgive meI have gone far too many days and not written you guys, Life is a changing around the Hilliard household. I am going to explain this without a lot of detail .... I promise to write a full on blog about this extreme time of my life but this is just going to be a catch up thingy .... 3 years and some change ago I was having a party at my house for a girlfriend of mine that had just arrived from arkansas. We ran out of cigarettes (I dont have that nasty habit anymore) and I needed a 2-liter. I didnt want to go but my daughter Heather didnt want to drive alone ...ended up Heather driving. I in the passenger seat and my son Taylor in the back seat behind me. We went to cross the interection to the store and was struck by a drunk driver who tried to drive off. He had just left work where he ask to have the night off so he could sleep enough (He worked thirds) to attend his 1st DUI hearing the next morning. Well real quick Heather got banged up with a sprained ankle and Taylor had his arm tore up really good. I was in a coma for 11 days lost a spleen and spent the next year in and out of the hospital 3 operations and a staff infection later I begain the healing process. Well last week we finally signed the papers on our settlement. My kids are well took care of ...Heather is buying a house and Taylor's college is done .... Me and Robert got enough to pay off our bills and do some much needed repairs on this house and maybe a vacation ...I havent had one in 14 years ...the last 3 years I have had no cell phone and no car ...so these things are about to be fixed (thank you lord) So all this week has been about getting all our ducks in a row and paying people off while dancing in front of them ...I have given many an office worker a good laugh but this is a big deal for us .... many people go for the frame and fortune and all I have ever dreamed of is less bills and a working fridge .... oh I forgot to tell you the 18th of this month our fridge died quitely in the middle of the day. So now we are using the little dorm fridge that was in Roberts shop. But the blessing now is that the labor day sales are about to happen and we are going to blow electronic express off the map.....lol but well thats all its just been really busy and I have been dedicated to my working out. I think I might be building a muscle... either that or I strained something and its just swollen... but I would like to think either way that its possitive rather than negative.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-83015124011741447962010-08-19T19:13:00.000-07:002012-04-21T14:01:25.089-07:00I Hate Spiders ...Why? Why?I hate them so much .... I hate them because I will kill myself getting away from them. The hairy lil monsters can be on you for hours and you never know.....spiders are ninjas..... evil little ninjas that creep me out so bad.<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-81091223396241319882010-08-16T11:45:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:27.218-07:00Driving and Cell phones .... People let admit it you cant do it!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7J-X5yR6Wr96YUCUiKdHFYgUPVLOFua17J2TquRZF5AiBhW7j6yppQCCMriwB9RLIpI8Ow4et9_wxPTyctpmz87XqhCDioXGrnKDdllQsbvKWEEvt2fKSSGuFuRSxQEMeo-BxsRfiR2c/s1600/texting&driving7.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507307952144570306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju7J-X5yR6Wr96YUCUiKdHFYgUPVLOFua17J2TquRZF5AiBhW7j6yppQCCMriwB9RLIpI8Ow4et9_wxPTyctpmz87XqhCDioXGrnKDdllQsbvKWEEvt2fKSSGuFuRSxQEMeo-BxsRfiR2c/s320/texting&driving7.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I got up this morning did my usual routine. Kid on bus. (Check!) Husband at work.(Check!) Jill at the gym. (Check!) I had just three places to stop and run errands and then home. I got behind 3 women that were too busy talking on their phone that they couldn't be bothered to either drive the speed limit or pull all the way into the middle lane to turn and the last one went to turn and apparently she could finish her turn due to the riveting conversation she was having. I am not going to lie to you and tell you I suffered these idiots in silence.... oh no no ....there was screaming and waving of hands ( I did resisted the urge to flip some of them off. Yes hello my name is Jill and I suffer from road rage.) and blowing my horn at them. Then as I was headed to wally world ... our light changed from red to green and I like the guy to my right took off and this lady that was getting into the turning lane on the other side of the light just kept coming into my lane .... I look and there is a lady late 30's with a cell phone to her ear and she is trying her best to read something being held by the only thing navigating this huge SUV. Finally she sees me and the phone falls from her ear and both hands hit the wheel and she swears back but still left her in most of my lane so much that I had to let traffic clear so I could go around her vehicle. I am having that wordless conversation with her .... Me hands in the air yelling words that only I can hear and her no where to go with that sheepish look on her face til finally she just looked the other way til I sped off. People please let us except the fact that you guys cant drive and talk at the same time... I am sure there are a few exceptions to the rule but not enough of you to make any kind a difference because to they out number you. Now I have actually seen a cop in Murfreesboro Tennessee my hometown driving and talking on his cell phone and the only thing I had with me was my piece of junk camera and I asked my son to film him but my son wasn't still enough to catch him.... but this is a fact that if our men in blue don't abide by the this law themselves then they sure aren't going to arrest anyone doing it. Oh but my find fellow blabbermouths that cant wait 3 minutes to call their girlfriends and tell them that they have found a sale that cant be missed .... (I call out women because as many times as this has happened to me it has yet to be a man) .... anyway if you EVER make contact with my car while you are on that cellphone .... please let the police know that you don't need an ambulance that you need a special doctor to remove your phone from your backside!!!! I have spent two years healing from a drunk driver and I refuse to endure anoughter idiot without any thought for anyone other than themselves. So please understand my rage in this matter.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-32563933705624019412010-08-15T18:51:00.001-07:002014-05-11T16:42:11.687-07:00Craigslist: Friend or Foe?<div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidN3_sjX1nn2_5DkKhJTc0eM3C9dkicvuNpK2SmuN8T3ahC4E3XQkkPnFcZfqOclTy1fi7HWQNP0g5MYRJct26UkEHcy9mkul5R3oPTPoKIr-icKnXI79gDgZs5F2IM7jE3wjTEgrOfDPA/s1600/ab4e0d6b207fe3ab03451557cf8d4bad.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507304356029754930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidN3_sjX1nn2_5DkKhJTc0eM3C9dkicvuNpK2SmuN8T3ahC4E3XQkkPnFcZfqOclTy1fi7HWQNP0g5MYRJct26UkEHcy9mkul5R3oPTPoKIr-icKnXI79gDgZs5F2IM7jE3wjTEgrOfDPA/s320/ab4e0d6b207fe3ab03451557cf8d4bad.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>This weekend Jamie and I headed out to our weekend Yard sales ... We drove all over town and the yard sales either a) sucked B) sucked or c) Really sucked. Now this makes me start to wonder.... Is craigslist killing my favorite summer activity? Are people putting all my potential treasures on craigslsit for the fastest and highest bidder. Heavens I hope not. This would kill my very soul. We even took a break and ate breakfast and went back and nothing what is happening. Well I will not post pictures of my finds because all that I came out with was a few shirts that I purchased at the very first yard sale ..... and Jamie I think got a hoodie. These are the days that send us how empty handed and sad. But I still have 14.00 left in my purse unused yard sale money for next week. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Jamie and I are plotting at Yard sale adventure to Brentwood Tennessee where all our rich people resides. We figured we would relocated and seek adventures in far away lands. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lVIc6Zkmg6zKfChjdR8haIg-Os8P8_Zk3Q09Kvyi9dCbVq1IJDy-qH0R5yMMataqmtOPdStGPOlskAh6Cu2I_LEOdlP_KlC2vtu-jERMdXYKXUoNyLr-NrbRtturLeWe7-iGSeIWA9j8/s1600/sprint-blackberry-curve-8330-new-cell-phone-photos-.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507306558465996498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6lVIc6Zkmg6zKfChjdR8haIg-Os8P8_Zk3Q09Kvyi9dCbVq1IJDy-qH0R5yMMataqmtOPdStGPOlskAh6Cu2I_LEOdlP_KlC2vtu-jERMdXYKXUoNyLr-NrbRtturLeWe7-iGSeIWA9j8/s320/sprint-blackberry-curve-8330-new-cell-phone-photos-.jpg" /></a>I also realized one other fact is that I have to obtain is a camera phone because trying to take pictures at other peoples yard sales with a regular camera just makes you creepy McCreepy. I got a few with the excuse that I was wanting to show what ever it was to my husband when I got home but that only goes so far. I need a camera phone and then I wont even have to ask I can just shoot away. Well what can I say the name of my blog says it all I probably wont ever get my stuff all togeather ... but we are always trying and that is all that <u><span style="color:#0066cc;">matters</span></u></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-51871608040649417512010-08-12T09:02:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:09.314-07:00Hornet on HormonesWell it was fam off to the races .... then My daughter Heather came over for a haircut via momma. Lord was she in a funky mood. Then .... we went to the garage and there was the largest hornet I have ever seen in my entire 43 years<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlg3VB7rjRrrYSAxzEfQJvCVkew4Ajeh1CTc2GfYCDfijv2L9KPohIW9CMW9kmkvSq4Cl-_cgLZPsDW8ndV4kEFuwxgt95Y6nxskPoADtBaxfabfF6JIg1rwiQgvcgn_B0UuB1HzrPQIR/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504576502480175954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlg3VB7rjRrrYSAxzEfQJvCVkew4Ajeh1CTc2GfYCDfijv2L9KPohIW9CMW9kmkvSq4Cl-_cgLZPsDW8ndV4kEFuwxgt95Y6nxskPoADtBaxfabfF6JIg1rwiQgvcgn_B0UuB1HzrPQIR/s320/005.JPG" /></a><br /><br />HERE IT IS!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fjQq53-4zxIrBmmHiqWpSp-mXQcE6YZmdmlsorOYMqIF7kenfBoAhmcUSlcPxMVWfpu4Jg0lYbgr3olIvntrWmyqzRBsBKgMz5S4dA3pnVR7R-KDv1EXcK_p2noAdmXp6Cp7ibcCIm6H/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504586206226868642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5fjQq53-4zxIrBmmHiqWpSp-mXQcE6YZmdmlsorOYMqIF7kenfBoAhmcUSlcPxMVWfpu4Jg0lYbgr3olIvntrWmyqzRBsBKgMz5S4dA3pnVR7R-KDv1EXcK_p2noAdmXp6Cp7ibcCIm6H/s320/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My weapon of choice!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEU7U6oFeHde2xJoG-NKyrqBi4g6v0boyt_3tnYOfBaRS-K_s8GRGY_Y4Q_Lp5n8106fhEhrnKFvkxNdJs4wyrGTrlXw8bmp777G6-1uBp-XGbwsTi94aNWCZJ0AcZmENGKhrvXb2oRm3/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504576750052189138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzEU7U6oFeHde2xJoG-NKyrqBi4g6v0boyt_3tnYOfBaRS-K_s8GRGY_Y4Q_Lp5n8106fhEhrnKFvkxNdJs4wyrGTrlXw8bmp777G6-1uBp-XGbwsTi94aNWCZJ0AcZmENGKhrvXb2oRm3/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here it is kissing its butt goodbye. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Non-curled it was a little over a inch long.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />That is so gross!<br />I know that I will catch<br />grief for killing it but neighbors<br />it was this thing or me and I picked<br />ME<br /><br /><br />Nature 0<br />Procrasinista 1<br /><br /><br />CHEERS!<br /><br /><br />CHEERS!<br /><br /><br />No applause just throw money!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-75745093552480893612010-08-10T21:03:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:13.594-07:00I finished a project today and it almost killed me.<div><br /><br /><br /><div>Lord help me .... see this is why I dont finish any of my projects. They stress me to the utter most of my being. I swear to you that 90% of the day was running around in a panic. My mind kept floating away from me ...<br /></div><br /><div><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507285209844115842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwKnOtfWMnrWFxJ6Ep9l9bGv5zqQHUpQ394gl1zCwstIR_9a2CP_l6JE5moybl4wHNlkl8bsTgreNr0Yj_IfXYmNSYpsuLEko7fcXf0jwo3bLxr0ql4FTUtb_lJ72fa1o0v_yGcn6nQ1XA/s320/001.JPG" /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div>I swear to you once my inner voice even convinced me that I needed to go paint my </div><br /><div>toes and I got out the nail polish and everything before I realized what I was doing!<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>And here it is all done!!!!</div><br /><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFLdakwf3zLdhd-YLZDNQgysUFyOLN1sPkwudXYx7bC6jwuTVST1jcwNDV0tEfSQXGq2TJtnXirGeGKxsg01vENLkv6LB8ds1SwX7iMcyiR217UNyG6bWHAIS0w5asX1-LFq-_rADblNB/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507285921179331426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQFLdakwf3zLdhd-YLZDNQgysUFyOLN1sPkwudXYx7bC6jwuTVST1jcwNDV0tEfSQXGq2TJtnXirGeGKxsg01vENLkv6LB8ds1SwX7iMcyiR217UNyG6bWHAIS0w5asX1-LFq-_rADblNB/s320/002.JPG" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br />But I hung in there and I finished the Bible reading poster for my girls I teach on weds. night at our church. So instead of doing 3 projects a day I am going to lower my goal to one a day and if I finish more than one ...well you can bet that the world is coming to an end. I watched two hours of daytime T.V. today something I never ever do but it was because I was chained to coffee table where I set up shop to work on this poster.... No wonder women are so messed up ... Their shows are mindset toward those women who spend 3 hours in a tanning bed and have their nails done every other day, You know the ones that dont spank their kids and have their kids in 12 afterschool activities. They give women instructions on how to find and trap a man. How to bleed that said man to death after the catch. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tna9tC5nVfrFmbCQpFpU5c0NsiSr6EYohH3ig3hSYutdDNmWBIoPN6SiT4n4tFvJThQ56qthq4FWI54JZyjhWwHycdZZT4Pq7hzuyVCmAlsoXRMCHAHuFG0NTMuI7yL8cEbWRJQ804dC/s1600/Image1.jpg223.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507288318069974114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8tna9tC5nVfrFmbCQpFpU5c0NsiSr6EYohH3ig3hSYutdDNmWBIoPN6SiT4n4tFvJThQ56qthq4FWI54JZyjhWwHycdZZT4Pq7hzuyVCmAlsoXRMCHAHuFG0NTMuI7yL8cEbWRJQ804dC/s320/Image1.jpg223.jpg" /></a></div><div>My brain hurts afterwards. I really wasnt meaning to sit and watch it ...I just needed background sounds because if give me silence and I start hearing things and get paranoid. Note to self lets just turn the radio on when we work.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3685459346713178204.post-63236939427742101232010-08-10T07:26:00.000-07:002014-05-11T16:42:23.678-07:00"Back to School" means "Back to the Gym"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrI7Y6K9NfEF73ovL_OWMqey_n1YmbvCgCzw5JtZw-eE-Mrw2Z4ewIo738Vl9FPvHQGnQ54JQ10_V6Q_yy5Hgfovf2kl2Rfh7w4Tpzj5BhBxZkzv5TO-5VTnPGnqS097-qJU1VNNBbGDP/s1600/workout.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503850922394083170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrI7Y6K9NfEF73ovL_OWMqey_n1YmbvCgCzw5JtZw-eE-Mrw2Z4ewIo738Vl9FPvHQGnQ54JQ10_V6Q_yy5Hgfovf2kl2Rfh7w4Tpzj5BhBxZkzv5TO-5VTnPGnqS097-qJU1VNNBbGDP/s320/workout.gif" /></a><br /><br /><div>Remember in my post "I think my husband is fatting me up" Well when I said that me and Ashlee were headed to the gym ... Well that is where we were for about 2 hours and 20 minutes. I am not going to tell you that this day was horrible and that I almost died because like always when I go to the gym after a long sabbatical this first day is never the problem. Its always the day after the one where my loving husband has to roll my sore butt out of the bed because I dont have the nerve to. I got there like 30 minutes before Ashlee because I poke my husband out of bed early because he is always slow at getting ready. This one morning he was like 10 minutes and ready to head out the door...so it got me there too too early ... I hopped on the Elliptial for 25 minutes and 56 seconds before Ashlee got there so when she got there I starting talking to her and ended up on it for like 45 minute and when I went to get off my legs were like jelly. Then we did 12 arm machines and hit the treadmill for like 15 minutes. Then we rewarded our self with healthy choice of Subway! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5V8dDfRqcJGVXhh8o76aqbCDduY-5OcgG0X5SBN3NKZmm7jM3ZEgAtyD4t1goV0AicPnG4NXjsGwvrYShugHZROWFYcPwtcdm0AlBZc9DKuJlOBe2k7_vEr49XCxdkBcnoKyTIFDR7Ac/s1600/gifts.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503860446141828322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht5V8dDfRqcJGVXhh8o76aqbCDduY-5OcgG0X5SBN3NKZmm7jM3ZEgAtyD4t1goV0AicPnG4NXjsGwvrYShugHZROWFYcPwtcdm0AlBZc9DKuJlOBe2k7_vEr49XCxdkBcnoKyTIFDR7Ac/s320/gifts.jpg" /></a>Take that Robert no lunch for you my man!! Haha foiled again. But it was nice hanging with an adult again...grown-up conversations and everything. </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Ashlee's Goal Gift: ( the present that you buy yourself once your set goal weight is aquired) is a full steam punk outfit corrset and all. It got me to thinking what is going to be my GG??? Something to think about!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13988516597679297000noreply@blogger.com0