I truly believe we all have an inner dork. Some people also have an outter dork. The inner dork can't stand it and it must be released and it shows. We all know these people. The total dweebie. Mine is safely tucked inside. I am however, choseing to share it with all of you. And yes, you should feel special.
My inner dork is trivia. Anything trivia, useless and serves no other purpose than to allow me to start a sentence with the phrase, "Did you know..." trivia, I am all over it.Good useless information. Things that would make me a great contestant on Jeopardy, but really serves no other purpose.
Did you know that there are exactly 216 noodles in every can of Campbell's Chicken Noddle Soup. If there is one more or one less it is automatically kicked off the assembly line.
Also, the soup isn't cooked until it's sealed in the can....pass it on, amuse your friends and impress your dates. I suggest using it when they are drunk, getting drunk or at the very least have a beverage in their hand. Oh, yeah, it'll make you look smart. Your getting laid ratio just increased immensly. No need to thank me. You're entirely welcome :)
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Ben Johnson Iowa College Republicans Leader
Hahaha!!!
He's incrediably cute!!!
Who would seriously take this guy seriously?!
"I don't know why every student isn't as politicly active as I am"!!
He's incrediably cute!!!
Who would seriously take this guy seriously?!
"I don't know why every student isn't as politicly active as I am"!!
Top 10
Richest Models
Gisele Bundchen: $33 million
Kate Moss: $9 million
Heidi Klum: $8 million
Adriana Lima: $6 million
Allessandra Ambrosio: $6 million
Carolyn Murphy: $5 million
Natalia Vodianova: $4.5 million
Karolina Kurkova: $3.5 million
Daria Werbowy: $3.5 million
Gemma Ward: $3 million
Top 10 Fashion Cities of 2007
1 New York - Far and away No.1 by every index
2 Rome - Beats out Paris, London and Milan
3 Paris - Heartbeat of the fashion world
4 London - Pulsing with creative energy
5 Milan - Perennial contender for No. 1
6 Tokyo - Gaining global influence
7 Los Angeles - Will Posh spice impact Ranking?
8 - Hong Kong - No. 1 in South Asia
9 - Las Vegas Emerging as vibrant fashion center
10 - Singapore - Strong regional hub
Gisele Bundchen: $33 million
Kate Moss: $9 million
Heidi Klum: $8 million
Adriana Lima: $6 million
Allessandra Ambrosio: $6 million
Carolyn Murphy: $5 million
Natalia Vodianova: $4.5 million
Karolina Kurkova: $3.5 million
Daria Werbowy: $3.5 million
Gemma Ward: $3 million
Top 10 Fashion Cities of 2007
1 New York - Far and away No.1 by every index
2 Rome - Beats out Paris, London and Milan
3 Paris - Heartbeat of the fashion world
4 London - Pulsing with creative energy
5 Milan - Perennial contender for No. 1
6 Tokyo - Gaining global influence
7 Los Angeles - Will Posh spice impact Ranking?
8 - Hong Kong - No. 1 in South Asia
9 - Las Vegas Emerging as vibrant fashion center
10 - Singapore - Strong regional hub
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Friends Don't Let Friends
Wear stupid costumes alone!!!
As I said earlier, Haven bought my costume. She insisted since she has more options in Chantilly than I do here. Michelle agreed and said she would be Little Red Riding Hood because she wants to be eaten! Haven decided on her own that I would be a great Marie Aintonette!
M A R I E A I N T O N E T T E ?
Why?
Because she was a pretty and sexy and was a lesbian!
The costume is elaborate and gorgeous and the wig leaves something to be desired. The costume does hide my hideous brace on my knee.
Missy's going as Little Bo Peep. Funniest shit eva! We're going to Dave's Taverna for a party and a little debauchary for Halloween.
See ya there!
As I said earlier, Haven bought my costume. She insisted since she has more options in Chantilly than I do here. Michelle agreed and said she would be Little Red Riding Hood because she wants to be eaten! Haven decided on her own that I would be a great Marie Aintonette!
M A R I E A I N T O N E T T E ?
Why?
Because she was a pretty and sexy and was a lesbian!
The costume is elaborate and gorgeous and the wig leaves something to be desired. The costume does hide my hideous brace on my knee.
Missy's going as Little Bo Peep. Funniest shit eva! We're going to Dave's Taverna for a party and a little debauchary for Halloween.
See ya there!
Dear Haven
Okay, so I hit a rough patch.
It happens.
Nothing huge, but all of that small stuff that we're told not to sweat and normally I don't, but then, it kind of all got to me. So here is the quick of it (or the long of it.)
I had two huge tests coming up. I completely bombed one of them. The one that counted the most. I spent more time on the Wednesday night test when I should have spent all the time on the Thursday test because of Becca drama. I knew this, but everyone was more worried about the Wednesday, so I listened to them, not to me. We will get the test back tommorrow (only took two weeks, and conveniently past mid-term and last day to drop.) If I get 20 points out of 100 I will be surprised. I know I bombed it. This in combination with a few papers, yeah GPA not steller.
This will affect my over-all need to maintain a 4.0, GPA. But no pressure.
Again, it happens.
Saturday night my girlfriends and I went out...and when I say went out--we went OUT. We ended up in the ER--fun times for sure! My knee was swollen beyond reconigition and my boot cut Michelle's chin. She actually needed some organic stiches that just 'dissolve'. We bitched all night to try and get a plastic surgeon to do the work, but our tantrums got us nowhere. We went home to a dissappointing night!! Such a hot mess!
Had my MRI at 9 this a.m. and the radiologist told me that it looked pretty clean to him except for some scar tissue that will lead to more pain down the road. This is the knee that got phucked when I fell from a pyramid when I was a nasty Amy Winehouse'sh 101 lbs!!! I have to hear from the doc who actually has to officially tell me whats going on. I'm feeling slightly better overall yall, still painful but the Percocet makes everything better :)
Partay at Dave's Taverna on Court Square tommorrow night. Haven bought me a costume. I'm stoked about it, really :) All she can tell me is that it's baby blue with gold and it's sexay--Hey! Frightening thought!
It's also going to be a scary night here at Casa de Amaya too. Lots of little witches, goblins, pumpkins, and bitches! Yay!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
It happens.
Nothing huge, but all of that small stuff that we're told not to sweat and normally I don't, but then, it kind of all got to me. So here is the quick of it (or the long of it.)
I had two huge tests coming up. I completely bombed one of them. The one that counted the most. I spent more time on the Wednesday night test when I should have spent all the time on the Thursday test because of Becca drama. I knew this, but everyone was more worried about the Wednesday, so I listened to them, not to me. We will get the test back tommorrow (only took two weeks, and conveniently past mid-term and last day to drop.) If I get 20 points out of 100 I will be surprised. I know I bombed it. This in combination with a few papers, yeah GPA not steller.
This will affect my over-all need to maintain a 4.0, GPA. But no pressure.
Again, it happens.
Saturday night my girlfriends and I went out...and when I say went out--we went OUT. We ended up in the ER--fun times for sure! My knee was swollen beyond reconigition and my boot cut Michelle's chin. She actually needed some organic stiches that just 'dissolve'. We bitched all night to try and get a plastic surgeon to do the work, but our tantrums got us nowhere. We went home to a dissappointing night!! Such a hot mess!
Had my MRI at 9 this a.m. and the radiologist told me that it looked pretty clean to him except for some scar tissue that will lead to more pain down the road. This is the knee that got phucked when I fell from a pyramid when I was a nasty Amy Winehouse'sh 101 lbs!!! I have to hear from the doc who actually has to officially tell me whats going on. I'm feeling slightly better overall yall, still painful but the Percocet makes everything better :)
Partay at Dave's Taverna on Court Square tommorrow night. Haven bought me a costume. I'm stoked about it, really :) All she can tell me is that it's baby blue with gold and it's sexay--Hey! Frightening thought!
It's also going to be a scary night here at Casa de Amaya too. Lots of little witches, goblins, pumpkins, and bitches! Yay!
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!
Friday, October 19, 2007
And now a moment to reflect
or an update, which ever you prefer. Okay, I know I've been really bad about writing, posting, and reading. I know this. I apologize. Here is an update on what has been going on with me. Anyone besides Becca and I ever drink the Monster Java Energy drinks? We drink a lot! That will change now because they made my chest hurt so badly I thought I was having a heart attack...no joke. Seriously, not worth it for the energy!
Classes: They are going well. I have two huge tests this week (which I should be studying for, but no, I am blogging. Ah, good use of my time.) I am hoping when I get two papers back this week they will have a big gold star on them or a nice scratch and sniff sticker (really, why don't we get those as adults?) I will be able to breathe easier and hopefully not feel even more overwhelmed.
Honestly, I am already a bit tired of school and I am trying to fight it. where is the line? The line between sanity and the line between "I can see what this will mean and do for my future" become blurred and lost? That's where I am. I'm hoping that I can take the easy way out and my class schedule won't allow for a work schedule next semester. Chicken-shit, you say? Yep.
Paper count: 5/37 (My plan to hit some of these out was squashed due to my Wednesday and Thursday at study group; the chest pain and frustration thus not allowing for any type of mind to keyboard collaboration.)
Presentation count: 2/2
Test count: 1/7
So far I have all A's (I think.)
Classes: They are going well. I have two huge tests this week (which I should be studying for, but no, I am blogging. Ah, good use of my time.) I am hoping when I get two papers back this week they will have a big gold star on them or a nice scratch and sniff sticker (really, why don't we get those as adults?) I will be able to breathe easier and hopefully not feel even more overwhelmed.
Honestly, I am already a bit tired of school and I am trying to fight it. where is the line? The line between sanity and the line between "I can see what this will mean and do for my future" become blurred and lost? That's where I am. I'm hoping that I can take the easy way out and my class schedule won't allow for a work schedule next semester. Chicken-shit, you say? Yep.
Paper count: 5/37 (My plan to hit some of these out was squashed due to my Wednesday and Thursday at study group; the chest pain and frustration thus not allowing for any type of mind to keyboard collaboration.)
Presentation count: 2/2
Test count: 1/7
So far I have all A's (I think.)
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Octoberfest
Is this weekend. I was just invited but I had to decline :( Courtney is giving birth again. But I was invited by a guyI dated a million years ago. Had I not been completely smitten with Los, I still couldn't have accepted. Nice gesture though. And then I'm on to see my cousin's little guy Noah who is in a body cast. He's three years old and was hurt in a serious accident on Tuesday. Keep him in your prayers.
Friday, October 05, 2007
:::Mexican Bitches:::
As most of you know I have been dogsitting for Michelle's little "Mexican Bitches". One of which is pregnant. And it just wouldn't be right if the doggy didn't have it's puppies on my watch! So it did!!! She had two! It was pretty nasty. Incase you didn't know, puppies do come from the doggie gyna!
:::DRUM ROLL:::
Both bitches were dark too. So yes. I "lost" the bet :0)
:::DRUM ROLL:::
Both bitches were dark too. So yes. I "lost" the bet :0)
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
September
September came and went so quickly. I truly enjoy the month of September. The weather is ideal. The leaves are starting to turn a million shades of gold and red, children anxiously awaiting their bus ride to school, new clothes, new sharpened pencils, yes...I do love September.
September 29 was a year since daddy's last major surgery. He's doing well, however I do believe his medications have affected the way he dresses himself!!! White socks or not, I still adore him!!!
September 29 was a year since daddy's last major surgery. He's doing well, however I do believe his medications have affected the way he dresses himself!!! White socks or not, I still adore him!!!
Friday, September 07, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Sooooooooo
My Mother was furious when I told her that I wouldn't be going to San Juan. She even frightened Haven. So apparently I throw away money. Those of you who know me, know that I DO NOT throw away money. Infact sometimes, I squeek when I walk!!!
My parents booked the timeshare for 2 weeks, 1 week for them and 1 week for my friends. Depositing their week for me and my friends. Not good.
So. I must go to San Juan. Or else I will never be able to use the timeshare again. My baby isn't happy. I'm not thrilled. It is hurricane season. Time well wasted.
Michelle can't go. My bff can't go. Boring trip. No fun.
I'm really trying to be positive about this. I tried to play the "I can't afford the plane ticket card." Didn't work. She has only used their private jet timeshare once this summer. So I will have to use that. I'd rather fly commercial. Private = Scary. It sounds like it could really be a nice vaca. It won't be. Again.
Amaya No Good.
Be Home On Wedsneday.
I hate flying.
FU SAN JUAN.
My parents booked the timeshare for 2 weeks, 1 week for them and 1 week for my friends. Depositing their week for me and my friends. Not good.
So. I must go to San Juan. Or else I will never be able to use the timeshare again. My baby isn't happy. I'm not thrilled. It is hurricane season. Time well wasted.
Michelle can't go. My bff can't go. Boring trip. No fun.
I'm really trying to be positive about this. I tried to play the "I can't afford the plane ticket card." Didn't work. She has only used their private jet timeshare once this summer. So I will have to use that. I'd rather fly commercial. Private = Scary. It sounds like it could really be a nice vaca. It won't be. Again.
Amaya No Good.
Be Home On Wedsneday.
I hate flying.
FU SAN JUAN.
Deal Breakers
I got to thinking this morning about deal breakers and compromises. What would you be willing to give up if you met the man, woman, tranny of your dreams that was all that, then some, and a little bit more? Those things that make you happy, all those little things that eventually add up to the big things that you like in a person, in your life, in a relationship; what would you be willing to compromise on, give up, in order to keep that man, woman, he/she that is the dog's pajamas, the cat's tuxedo, and the milk bone of your world?
So, let's talk deal breakers.
Me? I can't stand cigarette smoke, mostly because it makes me sick and eventually it makes my nose bleed.
I like my alcohol and I can't imagine dating someone who didn't have an occasional drink. Yet, I am strangely amazed when I down a cocktail and my companion doesn't. I would never like it the way my grandfather liked it...As an alcoholic.
I need someone who is open and honest in all aspects of their life, so someone who said, "I don't want to talk about it," or was always shut down or extremely walled up when questions and conversations are happening, well, it's not going to go well between us.
Sex, please, be open and tell me what you like and want. I will do the same. Someone who isn't going to want to smack, play with, grab or occassionally fuck me, well, eventually that's going to get old. Great sex doesn't have to be of the physical kind either. A mindfuck. Those are the best!
Chewing with your mouth open.....
No.
I'm thinking too big.
Let's think smaller.
Unibrows. I will eventually become cross-eyed from looking at it and wonder why the hell your not aware of it. Same with nose hair. And comb-overs. I mean, really, have you not heard the comments and jokes about these things??? Please, tweeze, pluck, plow, shave and generally take care of these things.
Someone who isn't a good kisser. Kissing is very important to me. Essential, really. Yeah. There is something about two pairs of compatable lips coming together for the soft, hard, passionate, breathing in sync, tongues mingling, not too wet, yet not dry, warm taste of each other mixed together that is so.damn.perfect. As i'm typing and thinking my fingers unconsciously touch my mouth and my fingernails go across my lips....weird.
Someone who doesn't think birthdays are a big deal.
Someone who doesn't get excited about the small things. The really, really, really small things that make life, life. A beautiful full moon, sunset, the skyline.
The way something smells.
A great song on the radio.
A really good book
The way something feels, the softness of my hair...the warmth of body.
Someone who doesn't make me laugh. Christ. You know where I would be without the ability to laugh? In Happydale Insane Asylum waiting for my next electric shock therapy treatment.
Someone who can't or doesn't want to talk on the phone for hours at a time. Sure seeing each other is best, but sometimes, with life being life, that isn't possible.
Someone who doesn't have a nice voice. I realize a person can't really control this one, but if I have to spend the rest of my life listening to a person I want to be able to listen to the words coming out of their mouth without thinking, "shut up! shut up! shut up!"
Someone who doesn't say, "bless you" when I sneeze. Remember I sneeze on average three times in a row. I could go at anytime. I need to be blessed!
Someone who complains. All.the.damn.time. Here, here's the pot, piss already.
Someone who doesn't say, "...and you?" That's a biggie. A hugey, actually.
Yeah, it would never work.
My bff does it a lot actually. I'll ask a question via text and he'll respond back with , "You?" Meaningless to some--huge to me!
Honesty. The best aphrodisiac there is.
Communication. The best mindfuck. Poor communication skills: Nothing will last, misunderstanding will happen far to frequently, anger and resentment will soon follow.
Poor self-image: If someone doesn't feel good about themselves and has self-esteem issues it will carry over into all (ALL) aspects of their life.The hottest man (or woman) on the planet will fall to pieces in my eyes if they are constantly putting themself down or worring about what others think about them. (Or constantly pull or tug on their clothes.) We've all had our moments but the right person will get you over this quick! Size, shape, looks, sure they matter, but in the long run do they? No, not really. It's the package, the whole package that I am after.
I'm vain, I like to look good. However, as I've said before, I get up somewhere between 5:30 and 5:32 in the morning to be at work/class at 7:30. Obviously I have the routine down to a science. Obviously a person can look good and put together without spending hours doing so.
I love my heels, skirts, and cleveage baring tops. However, I like my flip-flops, t-shirts, holy jeans and pony-tails just as much. (sometimes more.)
Someone who doesn't say my name. men who don't say my name. AGH!!!! I hate it. And I don't mean during sex, I mean, ever! Drives me crazy. Plus, I often wonder what's behind it. Can't say, can't remember it, dating too many other people and don't want to call me the wrong one, spell it, what?
Good teeth. Obsession. Teeth. I am a teeth, lips, and eyebrow person. Hey, some people are into arms, legs, asses, I'm into nice lips, teeth, and eyebrows.
Another one. Terms of endearment that I can't stand. I know, I know. I should be happy they have a cute nickname of something affectionate to call me, but I don't like two that are immediately coming to mind.
Dear and hun
...skin crawls.
Bad association.
Ugh.Truly, pick any others and it's good.
Talks bad about his mother. Not a good sign. If he calls his mother a bitch, well chances are I will be called on sooner or later and probably for no reason at all.
A bad temper. not going to happen.
The whole intelligence thing. Love of learning and stupid trivia and a desire to keep up with the news is a given, but then again, so is basic spelling. My ex in Ohio was elstupido! I got 1 lurve letter (before he went to jail) and that was filled with words not spelled correctly.
Someone who shooshes me. Amaya don't get shooshed! An ex 'shooshed' me once. Key word in there. It was a completely unconscious moment. I was yammering on about something, he was watching TV and 'shooshed' me. Pause. Laughter. Became an inside joke. However, if it was said seriously it would have been a problem.
Lack of touch in general. No hand holding, no PDA's, no out-of-nowhere- arm, back, neck, arm, body touches. Just place your hand there, rub for a few seconds to recognize me, to tell me you care....it means so, so, SO much to a human being. Touch and to feel connected to another person.
Hmm, I seem to have gotten stuck on all the kinda big things, well, those are essential to me that would eventually ware on me and the dog's tuxedo who started out as the milk bone of my world would eventually turn out to be another crumb in the annals of my dating world.
So, what about you? What would your deal breakers be?
So, let's talk deal breakers.
Me? I can't stand cigarette smoke, mostly because it makes me sick and eventually it makes my nose bleed.
I like my alcohol and I can't imagine dating someone who didn't have an occasional drink. Yet, I am strangely amazed when I down a cocktail and my companion doesn't. I would never like it the way my grandfather liked it...As an alcoholic.
I need someone who is open and honest in all aspects of their life, so someone who said, "I don't want to talk about it," or was always shut down or extremely walled up when questions and conversations are happening, well, it's not going to go well between us.
Sex, please, be open and tell me what you like and want. I will do the same. Someone who isn't going to want to smack, play with, grab or occassionally fuck me, well, eventually that's going to get old. Great sex doesn't have to be of the physical kind either. A mindfuck. Those are the best!
Chewing with your mouth open.....
No.
I'm thinking too big.
Let's think smaller.
Unibrows. I will eventually become cross-eyed from looking at it and wonder why the hell your not aware of it. Same with nose hair. And comb-overs. I mean, really, have you not heard the comments and jokes about these things??? Please, tweeze, pluck, plow, shave and generally take care of these things.
Someone who isn't a good kisser. Kissing is very important to me. Essential, really. Yeah. There is something about two pairs of compatable lips coming together for the soft, hard, passionate, breathing in sync, tongues mingling, not too wet, yet not dry, warm taste of each other mixed together that is so.damn.perfect. As i'm typing and thinking my fingers unconsciously touch my mouth and my fingernails go across my lips....weird.
Someone who doesn't think birthdays are a big deal.
Someone who doesn't get excited about the small things. The really, really, really small things that make life, life. A beautiful full moon, sunset, the skyline.
The way something smells.
A great song on the radio.
A really good book
The way something feels, the softness of my hair...the warmth of body.
Someone who doesn't make me laugh. Christ. You know where I would be without the ability to laugh? In Happydale Insane Asylum waiting for my next electric shock therapy treatment.
Someone who can't or doesn't want to talk on the phone for hours at a time. Sure seeing each other is best, but sometimes, with life being life, that isn't possible.
Someone who doesn't have a nice voice. I realize a person can't really control this one, but if I have to spend the rest of my life listening to a person I want to be able to listen to the words coming out of their mouth without thinking, "shut up! shut up! shut up!"
Someone who doesn't say, "bless you" when I sneeze. Remember I sneeze on average three times in a row. I could go at anytime. I need to be blessed!
Someone who complains. All.the.damn.time. Here, here's the pot, piss already.
Someone who doesn't say, "...and you?" That's a biggie. A hugey, actually.
Yeah, it would never work.
My bff does it a lot actually. I'll ask a question via text and he'll respond back with , "You?" Meaningless to some--huge to me!
Honesty. The best aphrodisiac there is.
Communication. The best mindfuck. Poor communication skills: Nothing will last, misunderstanding will happen far to frequently, anger and resentment will soon follow.
Poor self-image: If someone doesn't feel good about themselves and has self-esteem issues it will carry over into all (ALL) aspects of their life.The hottest man (or woman) on the planet will fall to pieces in my eyes if they are constantly putting themself down or worring about what others think about them. (Or constantly pull or tug on their clothes.) We've all had our moments but the right person will get you over this quick! Size, shape, looks, sure they matter, but in the long run do they? No, not really. It's the package, the whole package that I am after.
I'm vain, I like to look good. However, as I've said before, I get up somewhere between 5:30 and 5:32 in the morning to be at work/class at 7:30. Obviously I have the routine down to a science. Obviously a person can look good and put together without spending hours doing so.
I love my heels, skirts, and cleveage baring tops. However, I like my flip-flops, t-shirts, holy jeans and pony-tails just as much. (sometimes more.)
Someone who doesn't say my name. men who don't say my name. AGH!!!! I hate it. And I don't mean during sex, I mean, ever! Drives me crazy. Plus, I often wonder what's behind it. Can't say, can't remember it, dating too many other people and don't want to call me the wrong one, spell it, what?
Good teeth. Obsession. Teeth. I am a teeth, lips, and eyebrow person. Hey, some people are into arms, legs, asses, I'm into nice lips, teeth, and eyebrows.
Another one. Terms of endearment that I can't stand. I know, I know. I should be happy they have a cute nickname of something affectionate to call me, but I don't like two that are immediately coming to mind.
Dear and hun
...skin crawls.
Bad association.
Ugh.Truly, pick any others and it's good.
Talks bad about his mother. Not a good sign. If he calls his mother a bitch, well chances are I will be called on sooner or later and probably for no reason at all.
A bad temper. not going to happen.
The whole intelligence thing. Love of learning and stupid trivia and a desire to keep up with the news is a given, but then again, so is basic spelling. My ex in Ohio was elstupido! I got 1 lurve letter (before he went to jail) and that was filled with words not spelled correctly.
Someone who shooshes me. Amaya don't get shooshed! An ex 'shooshed' me once. Key word in there. It was a completely unconscious moment. I was yammering on about something, he was watching TV and 'shooshed' me. Pause. Laughter. Became an inside joke. However, if it was said seriously it would have been a problem.
Lack of touch in general. No hand holding, no PDA's, no out-of-nowhere- arm, back, neck, arm, body touches. Just place your hand there, rub for a few seconds to recognize me, to tell me you care....it means so, so, SO much to a human being. Touch and to feel connected to another person.
Hmm, I seem to have gotten stuck on all the kinda big things, well, those are essential to me that would eventually ware on me and the dog's tuxedo who started out as the milk bone of my world would eventually turn out to be another crumb in the annals of my dating world.
So, what about you? What would your deal breakers be?
Question
If a woman with big boobs can get a job at Hooters, where can a woman with one leg get a job?
I-HOP!!
I-HOP!!
In Honor Of
Yesterday's true confessions and staying up all night and talking about boys inspired this post, has to deal with losing one's virginity.
"There's got to be more than this." -Victoria Principal
"The first time I slept with a girl, I didn't know where to put my peter."-Baseball manager, Billy Martin
"I couldn't pee without it hurting for a month." -Loretta Lynn
"Please God, forgive me and let this be over quick"-Amaya Georgia Warner
"There's got to be more than this." -Victoria Principal
"The first time I slept with a girl, I didn't know where to put my peter."-Baseball manager, Billy Martin
"I couldn't pee without it hurting for a month." -Loretta Lynn
"Please God, forgive me and let this be over quick"-Amaya Georgia Warner
Monday, August 27, 2007
My long day
Started with me waking up @ 2 a.m because Seth was smothering me with his 2lb arm. I tossed and turned all night just counting my blessings. Seth is the terror child from hell normally, this past weekend he wasn't so bad. Even this morning when I opted to take him to get McDonald's rather than him making me make pancakes, the kid refused fast food. He won. I made pancakes and they weren't that bad either. Isaiah & Chandler actually agreed that they were good.
We packed lunches for Seth's first day of school which was hard to do because he doesn't like Turkey sandwiches. He opted for Peanut butter & jelly. He dressed himself well in matching clothes but wasn't too fond on going to school. He knows that his daddy is in the hospital and Mommy couldn't deal with taking him to school because she's an emotional wreck right now.
We walked to class and he asked me if he could give me a hug as I was about to leave. I melted. As I was driving my Yukon home I felt the tears welling up. I came home to finish cleaning up my yard from the debris, but I couldn't help but think of Seth all day. He needed the hug as much as I did.
I look at the landscaping damage and I hear people talking about how much damage this tornado did, at the end of the day, nothing else matters as long as we all have breath in our body and we're thankful for the little things....like Seth's hug that made my day.
We packed lunches for Seth's first day of school which was hard to do because he doesn't like Turkey sandwiches. He opted for Peanut butter & jelly. He dressed himself well in matching clothes but wasn't too fond on going to school. He knows that his daddy is in the hospital and Mommy couldn't deal with taking him to school because she's an emotional wreck right now.
We walked to class and he asked me if he could give me a hug as I was about to leave. I melted. As I was driving my Yukon home I felt the tears welling up. I came home to finish cleaning up my yard from the debris, but I couldn't help but think of Seth all day. He needed the hug as much as I did.
I look at the landscaping damage and I hear people talking about how much damage this tornado did, at the end of the day, nothing else matters as long as we all have breath in our body and we're thankful for the little things....like Seth's hug that made my day.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
I'm Thankful!
I have to remind myself that it could have been a lot worse than it actually was!!! Friday evening I went to my first ever Demo derby. It's extremely dangerous and I wouldn't recommend it to anyone. My girlfriend Michelle, her husband, Michael was participating in it. His car caught on fire during his heat and was severly burned. We ended up at the local hospital and then he was transported out to another hospital. When I left on friday with their four year old in tow, I thought that it couldn't be that bad. Saturday morning I decided to go and say hello and make a cameo being the nice girl that I am.
When I got there, Michelle was distraught. Michael's family & Michelle have never really seen eye to eye. His family was treating her poorly and nasty. Michelle had to remind them that she was his wife and it was her decision on weather or not to send him to Washington burn center.
Michael's mother I met up with a few weeks ago at the grocery store--I myself spoke kindly to her while she inturned told Michelle how pale & frail I looked....yep, she's that kind of sweet! What I thought was going to be easy turned out to be hard. Michelle was still in her clothes from Friday night, unshowered and without a car because she flew with Michael. My entire family was there before Michelle's parents....My mother being the nurturer that she is went the mall and picked her up some things for Michelle to change into and brought back some comfort foods from Harris Teeter. Michael's parents never offered her anything.
I'm not good with these things...the only thing I could do was listen to her describe his head the size of a basketball and swollen because of the heat in his body, his legs they had to cut so the heat would escape, and his screams that was heard outside of the hospital. Whats truly devastating is the fact that through all of this...she realizes where he stands in her eyes. And thats a good thing!
After leaving the hospital in a nasty storm,@ 4:00 my gps went out which was odd. While trying to use my cell phone to rearrange my date time with my bff, I couldn't. I thought it was just my crappy phone. As I got closer and closer to home there were trees in the road, power lines almost down, I couldn't keep my car on the road. I was alone as I always am, I began to freak out. I had no idea what was going on. And when I say freak, I was sobbing outloud! I finally made it to my road that leads to my house and there were trees on cars! Trees on houses! I got to my house and @ 4:30 it was complete darkness in Stanley. My downed dogwood trees blocked my driveway so I thought it would be smart to drive in the wet grass--not a good idea because I got stuck! I decided to make a run for it in quarter size hail. I was actually running for my life as debris was flying and tree limbs were cutting my legs. I got to my front door which was locked and I left my keys in my car!!! So I remembered that I still had a garage door opener in my Yukon which saved me. The wind was trying to keep my garage door up as I was trying to close it because everything was flying in my garage. I practically peed my pants when I looked out my window and saw my neighbors new rv flip on it's side. Me. Alone. Big House. Tornado. No Power. Scared. Kitty!
Power came on today @ 1p.m. Soooooooo much damage is done. Trees are everywhere, my pool has a tree in it. My acura looks like a yard ornament. My legs, well they look like I had been in a sword fight.
Check out the news clip. http://www.whsv.com/ Storm damage/Page County/Stanley
It could always be worse!
When I got there, Michelle was distraught. Michael's family & Michelle have never really seen eye to eye. His family was treating her poorly and nasty. Michelle had to remind them that she was his wife and it was her decision on weather or not to send him to Washington burn center.
Michael's mother I met up with a few weeks ago at the grocery store--I myself spoke kindly to her while she inturned told Michelle how pale & frail I looked....yep, she's that kind of sweet! What I thought was going to be easy turned out to be hard. Michelle was still in her clothes from Friday night, unshowered and without a car because she flew with Michael. My entire family was there before Michelle's parents....My mother being the nurturer that she is went the mall and picked her up some things for Michelle to change into and brought back some comfort foods from Harris Teeter. Michael's parents never offered her anything.
I'm not good with these things...the only thing I could do was listen to her describe his head the size of a basketball and swollen because of the heat in his body, his legs they had to cut so the heat would escape, and his screams that was heard outside of the hospital. Whats truly devastating is the fact that through all of this...she realizes where he stands in her eyes. And thats a good thing!
After leaving the hospital in a nasty storm,@ 4:00 my gps went out which was odd. While trying to use my cell phone to rearrange my date time with my bff, I couldn't. I thought it was just my crappy phone. As I got closer and closer to home there were trees in the road, power lines almost down, I couldn't keep my car on the road. I was alone as I always am, I began to freak out. I had no idea what was going on. And when I say freak, I was sobbing outloud! I finally made it to my road that leads to my house and there were trees on cars! Trees on houses! I got to my house and @ 4:30 it was complete darkness in Stanley. My downed dogwood trees blocked my driveway so I thought it would be smart to drive in the wet grass--not a good idea because I got stuck! I decided to make a run for it in quarter size hail. I was actually running for my life as debris was flying and tree limbs were cutting my legs. I got to my front door which was locked and I left my keys in my car!!! So I remembered that I still had a garage door opener in my Yukon which saved me. The wind was trying to keep my garage door up as I was trying to close it because everything was flying in my garage. I practically peed my pants when I looked out my window and saw my neighbors new rv flip on it's side. Me. Alone. Big House. Tornado. No Power. Scared. Kitty!
Power came on today @ 1p.m. Soooooooo much damage is done. Trees are everywhere, my pool has a tree in it. My acura looks like a yard ornament. My legs, well they look like I had been in a sword fight.
Check out the news clip. http://www.whsv.com/ Storm damage/Page County/Stanley
It could always be worse!
Friday, August 24, 2007
Emma
My little princess is in Puerto Rico and I'm going to join her along with my family against my doctor's orders. Her 16 year old brother was beaten up by a 30 yr old man and was hospitalized.
I will see her soon!
I will see her soon!
Animal Cruelty & Michael Vick
It's sickening to think that a man worth over $130,000,000, who was a first round draft pick, is able to commit such horrible crimes. To have a rape cage and allow the male pit bulls to rape the female pit bulls, to drown them or execute the ones that performed poorly and lost. To starve the dogs for days so that they'll be hungry during their fight is so disturbing. Michael Vick allegedly funded BAD NEWZ KENNELS and reportedly banked on it!
Once the feds go after you, the feds who don't play around and always get a conviction, it was only a matter of time until Vick and his super cool posse folded. He's likely to get 1-2 years and a nasty chunk taken out of his bank account. I don't know which would hurt the worst!
IMHO, Michael Vick has always been a sick individual...from flying the bird to the Falcon fans to passing on std's under the alias of "Ronnie Mexico" to young, naive girls. The latest allegations just prove hat the guy is mad!
And so what he did was wrong, it is fucked up, and the majority of the population agrees. There are always going to be those individuals out there who find pleasure/entertainment in things that disgust most people. The thrill of doing something illegal also plays into it.....I guess you cant understand people who do this shit.
I just wished that people felt so strongly about the rights of a child who was raped, molested and murdered by a sexual predator. What about Amber's rights? Or Carly's? Most people have forgotten about these young girls but nobody will soon forget about what Michael Vick did to these dogs.
The Bible states that the people will put the creature before the person..... and they are.
Once the feds go after you, the feds who don't play around and always get a conviction, it was only a matter of time until Vick and his super cool posse folded. He's likely to get 1-2 years and a nasty chunk taken out of his bank account. I don't know which would hurt the worst!
IMHO, Michael Vick has always been a sick individual...from flying the bird to the Falcon fans to passing on std's under the alias of "Ronnie Mexico" to young, naive girls. The latest allegations just prove hat the guy is mad!
And so what he did was wrong, it is fucked up, and the majority of the population agrees. There are always going to be those individuals out there who find pleasure/entertainment in things that disgust most people. The thrill of doing something illegal also plays into it.....I guess you cant understand people who do this shit.
I just wished that people felt so strongly about the rights of a child who was raped, molested and murdered by a sexual predator. What about Amber's rights? Or Carly's? Most people have forgotten about these young girls but nobody will soon forget about what Michael Vick did to these dogs.
The Bible states that the people will put the creature before the person..... and they are.
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