tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42153360299604678712024-02-20T09:56:09.171-08:00Stuff I Love or am Thankful ForD-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-62278550402048918832010-08-07T04:07:00.001-07:002010-08-07T04:07:58.764-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">I'm thankful for my new bras! :D</span>Gringa-n-Mexicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248889552344481041noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-65892106965353292362010-08-06T00:30:00.000-07:002010-08-06T00:31:36.723-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">My new job as a teacher. No more crossing the border, no more paying rent. It's too much to even type out because there aren't enough words to describe how thanful I am!!</span>Gringa-n-Mexicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248889552344481041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-64100282211803382972010-07-25T07:22:00.001-07:002010-07-25T07:22:46.439-07:00I'm thankful that today I will be able to sleep for an entire EIGHT HOURS and not feel guilty about it! Yaaaaayyy sleep!Gringa-n-Mexicohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03248889552344481041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-39198129140797045612010-07-24T04:46:00.000-07:002010-07-24T04:48:21.337-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I'm thankful for baby pools and sinks. Daisy baby has out-grown her baby bath and we don't have a tub so her baby pool and the sink are perfect replacements! LOL and I always thought people washed babies in the sink because it was CUTE! :D</span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-81610854804698293382010-07-23T01:25:00.000-07:002010-07-23T01:27:14.016-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I'm thankful to be thankful again! It's time to get back on track with being a thankful positive person even when things have gone wrong and I'm gonna do it! This blog was a great help a couple of years ago and I shouldn't have stopped - but whatever - I'm back at it again! I'm thankful to be thankful!! :D</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-19681602389543166012008-02-28T12:50:00.000-08:002008-02-28T12:54:59.256-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>My Mom and Dad that raised me and my BF Jaybird have truly blown me away with their love and SUPPORT in my decision to move. They have stepped up to the emotional plate and hit home run after home run. I don't even know how to thank them for how much they've paid attention to my relationship with C. and <em>GET</em> it that I have to be with them. They're not making me feel guilty for leaving, but empowered instead - with their love. I'm really amazed and so very Thankful.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-85342516892612509692008-02-27T08:30:00.001-08:002008-02-28T12:32:58.888-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I love the new DRESS I just bought! I'm going to look so coooooollll!!! It's black with bright rainbow-lots-of-color 70's style flowers on it. It's empire waste which makes me look fab and it's SHORT!! (and it was on SALE, 70% off (and cheap to begin with,O.M.G.!!) But the short thing is cool because I got these PERFECTLY matching bright dark teal tights (at the thrift store for 50 cents!!!) that match one of the colors in the dress - again perfectly. AND I already have the coolest Dark Purpley-Marroon platform shoes that match the dress as well that will look so dang cool!!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I can't wait to take a picture to send to C. and to go out and be SEEN in this! :P</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-28298772489887961182008-02-27T08:26:00.000-08:002008-02-27T08:29:40.205-08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I love the feeling I get when I go and hang out with people from my church. It always seems to lift me up and I always learn a lot in our small groups but as of late with everything going crazy - the good feelings of acceptance and happiness seem to be magnified. They're such and understanding excepting group and are only there to listen and help, never judge. We laugh and learn and pray together and it's a true blessing at this time in my life.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-73851960565866170952008-01-10T10:34:00.001-08:002008-01-10T11:54:15.088-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I've had a lot of stuff to love in the last few months but not a lot of time to get to it. But here we go!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I LOVE LOVE LOVED baking cookies and making treats on the saturday before Christmas this (well 07) year with my Mom. We've never done anything like that together before but it turned out to be a great experience.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">My mom brought BOXES of stuff and an extra table over to my place and we set up shop around 11 a.m. We started baking and didn't stop for even a BREAK until 9 P.M.!! My back was sore and my arms hurt but we sure did have a lot of fun and make a lot of treats. Holy crap a lot of stuff! We made Spritz cookies for the first time and had a ball figuring out our presses, we made sugar cookies to decorate, mint surprises, oatmeal butterscotch, oreo cream cheese balls, pretzel rods dipped in chocolate and rolled in crushed heath bar, haystacks, pretzel-rollo-pecan-thingies, and fudge. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">We both gave away almost all of what we made (lord knows we couldn't eat it all) and it made a LOT of nice gifts for people that I don't know very well (C's friends.)</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>My mom and I had a great time being together more than we normaly get to and I look forward to doing it more. :)</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-10704876686920790642007-10-31T07:47:00.000-07:002008-02-28T12:11:25.427-08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>This</strong></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>computer honestly gets me through the day at work. Without it I'd be cut off and bored and most likely go stir crazy from not enough to do. Okay PLUS I'd have to do all my paperwork, accounting, billing, blah blah blah by hand and that would be a nightmare. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>This computer takes me to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Internet</span> where I can read and write and laugh and feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">slightly</span> more human than I do in my office. I don't have one at home so it makes it that much more special you know? </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I am thankful for this computer.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-12261403904406139122007-10-25T07:54:00.000-07:002007-10-25T08:04:58.734-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Ladies? I am SO thankful for Motrin, Tylenol and the like. Who came up with this stuff that makes my life bearable during my "visitor" time? Can I send them a Christmas card????<br /><br />Seriously though, sometimes at the beginning of my visitor I get such gosh awful pains that if I don't get on them QUICK I will be reduced to a writhing mass of horridness begging to be put down like a horse. No lie, one time it was so bad I WANTED to go to the hospital and beg them to knock me out but I physically couldn't get out of bed.<br /><br />Once I didn't have enough regular stuff in the house - only two Motrin and 1 Tylenol and ended up taking 12 aspirin in a couple of hours trying ANYTHING to make it stop. Eventually I passed out but when I woke up the next day I had buzzing in my ears and couldn't hear very well for a day or so. I imagine I came a tad too close to taking too many pills.<br /><br />These days I've got it DOWN though and I know that as SOON as my visitor arrives if I start taking the recommended dose of Tylenol -BEFORE any pain - that I'll do just fine. Last week I forgot and woke up in the middle of the night from a nightmare that an animal was eating me to discover OOPS I forgot the Tylenol, but luckily had my emergency stash, took 4, writhed around for a bit and managed to get back to normal in a half hour.<br /><br />Without simple pain killers like these I most likely wouldn't be the same person. I'd either go nuts or end up putting myself out of my misery.<br /><br />SO!! I am super-extra-for-real-like-crazy- THANK FULL for whomever it was that made my life livable.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-32563951851007104572007-10-17T10:15:00.001-07:002007-10-17T10:19:49.943-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">C. Text messaged me the other day for NO REASON. We hardly ev-ver do it. He texted</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Hey beautiful, I Love You." That was it, short and sweet, but I was in the store and a tad stressed out and it really just all-of-a-sudden made my day. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>To some his message might sound kind of blah overdone or lame but from HIM to ME it was great. I love him enough to know that he MEANS it and it's not just some cookie cutter crap he's pulling out of his ass. I love that I believe him.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-47082092744779631792007-10-12T05:44:00.000-07:002007-10-12T06:02:01.090-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">OH HOW I LOVE THE FALL!!! I went ornamental gourd shopping yesterday. Ya know those little miniature pumpkin looking things and all of their variations?? So cute! And at 4/$1 they make my cheap heart sing! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love going to the pumpkin patch and picking out WAY too many pumpkins.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love carving pumpkins - yep I STILL buy the set with the little saws and scoop and picture guides - and ALWAYS choose the hardest picture to carve. Every year I remember anew how gross the inside of a pumpkin smells and get orange sticky stuff ALL over my kitchen. I bitch at myself for not choosing an easier pattern to carve because I always take an hour longer than whoever I'm with, but at the end do a happy dance cuz it looks cool and I know I've got ALL the skillz. ;) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love that C. is willing to carve pumpkins with me.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love that my Mom still carves pumpkins too :) and know that she's the one I've learned that it's ok to be a kid and carve pumpkins no matter HOW old you are. Did I mention that Halloween is our favorite holiday? #1 !</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love to drive around and see the trees after they've changed colors and I love the look of a big ole tree with only a few leaves left but the ground beneath blanketed in color.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I enjoy going to haunted house attractions WAY more than I should, and my Mom and Dad are my FAVORITE people to go with. My mom cuz she screams and runs away like a little girl and my Dad because he doesn't flinch even ONCE and usually just walks through all casual and chuckles to himself (freak.) This year will be C's first year going to a haunted house and I am SUPER geeked. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love Cider and the fact that the weather isn't (supposed) to be 90 degrees anymore!</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-65009871804709836542007-10-12T05:41:00.000-07:002007-10-12T05:43:47.410-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I love the very simple pleasures that I think come with getting older. Like the other night when I couldn't sleep - I got up instead of laying in bed all pissy and wretched and got out a darn good book I've been reading, sat down on the comfy soft couch and read my book, while munching on some good pumpkin seeds and sipping my homemade green tea. MMMmmmmm :)</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-9382500420382612842007-09-07T10:28:00.001-07:002008-01-10T10:26:21.817-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I'm thankful that C. takes my sometimes too honest (whoops! I should have lied!) foot in mouth conversations quite well. In stride I guess some say. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I.E. Yesterday we were talking about him making cookies at the bakery and he was showing me the callouses on his hands from kneading the dough. I guess making cookies is like for real hard work - who friggen knew??</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Anyways I mentioned that his muscles must be getting bigger and I asked him to do his little trick where he can move his pecks with out uh. moving er, well ya know like in the 80's how all the muscle guys would make their pecks dance by themselves? Gahh I hope you get it. Anyways he moved his little man pecks for me -I always ask him to do it because it kind of cracks me up, he gets to looking all concentrated and manly and it makes me laugh - PLUS it always ceases to amaze me that a guy with a good body would want to be with me and I'm proud of his little goofy peck dance. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ok whatever, so he did his thing and I noticed that they really HAD gotten bigger after weeks of manual cookie making. One more reason to love cookies. The conversation ended up being something like this.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"Make your chi chi's move for chaquita" </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"moves chi chi's"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"Eeeeee!! They got bigger and they move more!!"</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"Does dthat make ju horny?" ( i think he was being serious?)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">. . . </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"No. I just think it's COOL!" </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Whoops. Ah well he laughed at me and took it all in stride as usual and after like 30 seconds I came around and thought -oops. and proceeded to say "Wait, I mean YEEEEESSS of COURRSSE so horny. Oh papi so sexy." Of course I only made it to horny before I started busting up. But oh well I tried and he laughed. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I do the foot in mouth thing just about on the hour and I think he's came to the conclusion that I'm just an honest person. Thank goodness.</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-57235942647835984832007-09-06T10:22:00.001-07:002007-09-06T10:30:47.890-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ok well I take it back. My last post? I've decided that I LOVE it when they are gone for an afternoon. All week? Not so much. All week means I can't say "I'm sorry she's out of the office but will be back in the morning." All week means I get to flip my little gourd every time the phone rings. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ah well. They <em>surprised </em>me by coming back earlier than planned and showed up today. I was SO FREAKING HAPPY!!! And then they announced that it looks like I've got a really good handle on things and that they don't even really need to be here. One of them was nice enough to say that she could retire now. I DO love praise, even over exaggerated praise from my bosses. I'll admit it made me happy. But dang it they weren't kidding, they stayed for a half hour and then all went home to take naps. Ah crap. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ah well, I'm ok I just realized that they HAHAHA WIIILLL be back in the morning and I COULD revert to my "I'm sorry...back tommorow" speech. HA! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">"OH Hap-py DAYS!" "Oh hap-py dayyyys!"</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-5779937824811937452007-08-30T10:18:00.000-07:002007-08-30T10:23:39.153-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Oh how I LOVE it that my bosses and all the sales guys I work with are gone for the rest of the day! And next week they'll all be gone till friday! Yippee!!! That leaves me in charge and with SOOO much less stress! How goofy is that I'm not sure. A lot more work but it feels easier not worrying about anyone standing over my shoulder. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Plus this is the beginning of our slower time of year and we sometimes have quite a lull mid-day. I'll be able to pull out a book, turn up my radio and actually take breaks!! Love LOVE it when my boss or bosses are gone. :) :)</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-32046466441489668062007-08-24T05:49:00.000-07:002008-01-10T10:27:27.280-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love C. so very much (duh) but sometimes he goes the extra mile, or 10 and it just flips me out all over again.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">A couple of weeks ago he called me at work to tell me that he went to a moving sale at some for real rich persons house and that he got a couch and recliner for $150. He knows I've been looking around for something cheap but I didn't know he had been looking too. AND it was the exact kind that I wanted (the kind where the sections of the couch recline like a lazy-boy) plus they are super nice and way more than we could normally afford but the folks moving were in a hurry and just didn't give a crap about their worth. YES! Ohhhh man it's so nice to have a couch AND a chair (before we just had a couch) that aren't ghetto and hard and un-comfy. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Ok so that was great, and a couple of days ago I came home to find him mowing the lawn (yay i hate it) and he stopped to tell me that he did the oil in all the cars. Yay again. I went into the house and the dishes were done -super yay- and he came in after me. I was happy but not as happy as I'd like because I knew it was laundry night. Ack the wonderful trip where we drag all of our clothes to the ghetto wash. He went into the bedroom as I started putting dishes away and I asked him about his day. He mentioned that he only had a half day of work and I asked him what else he had been doing besides everything. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I was creeping back to our bedroom to see if I could catch im nekkid before he jumped in the shower and he was telling me that he had just sat around being lazy for a while. I POUNCED into our room to get him and smack his booty but stopped short because my brain registered something amiss. The laundry baskets were empty. Empty? Huh? Ohhhhhhhhhh I Geeeetttt ittttt. HE DID ALL THE LAUNDRY!!! YAAAAAYYYY!!! Instead of enjoying having a few hours off -for once- he took it upon himself to make MY few hours off work actually enjoyable instead of more dreaded work. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">AND THEN! He mentioned that he went to a store near us that was having a sale on mattresses. I've been wanting a new mattress for MONTHS, but they are so expensive that I've been holding off. We've been looking everywhere for cheap stuff but they're always icky or lame or busted. Honestly HE doesn't care about the mattress, he says that he can't tell the difference between that and the floor and that he just doesn't mind or care. Ours is so crappy that it has a ghetto LEAN to it and if you sleep for more than 8 hours you get sore from the springs and lack of padding. No kidding. Talk about a bachelor pad - ack, boys. (actually he grew up really super poor and I don't think he ever HAD a mattress so that sort of explains that.) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So anyways we went to the store to check it out and was the pillow top kind that I've so SOOO wanted but didn't think we could get. AND it came with a bed frame!! ANNNNDDDD it was CHEAP, the lady had to get some stuff gone and was happy for us just to take it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So now instead of a ghetto lean mattress on the floor we have a for real bed on a FRAME and it's so comfy I could just about die. He says that he can't tell the difference and he really didn't care but that he just wanted to make me happy. That's all, he just wants me to be happy. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I wonder if he has any idea how happy he makes me? I try my best to show it and tell him but I wonder if he REALLY knows?</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-57813270820621847012007-08-15T07:23:00.001-07:002007-08-15T07:41:46.615-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love the folks that comment on my blog posts. Ok not in a crazy stalker way, but I love that I'm blessed with quite a few insightful, funny, thoughtful and sometimes just plain off the wall folk that stop in to give their two cents. Not only because it means that people read my crap but HONESTLY because it feels like a little Christmas present every time I see a new one.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sometimes it's a heartfelt me too or similar story to make me feel better and other times folks come out of the left field with something funny to add on. I LOVE it when people share their own experiences with the things I ramble on about! It makes for a wonderful sense of community when they share their own stories and often times shell out experienced advice. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">And don't let me go without mentioning the KRAZY comments out of NO WHERE that just plain make me laugh.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Patti left me a joke on a post that I didn't notice was there for a couple of days and just happened to see this morning. It was hilarious and made me laugh and was just what I needed. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love getting to know a little bit more every week about complete strangers that are becoming like friends to me. (oh god I know I'm such a super dork but I just can't help it)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">So yeah, that's that, them commentin folks make my day, every day.</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-3720389368913831232007-08-06T09:24:00.000-07:002007-08-06T09:29:02.543-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love our local Mission Thrift store. This weekend I got two pair of almost new jeans for $4 a piece. One pair was old Navy and the other I've never heard of but they fit me in all the right spots and they are so pretty! (My goodness aren't we girlie today??) </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"> The goodwill is O.K. but they are way more picked over. Why? No friggen clue but they ARE on the better side of town so maybe that's something. I'm sorry but not even the Ghetto is gonna keep me away from a deal.</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-23257632455730861432007-07-26T09:22:00.001-07:002007-07-26T09:24:13.518-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I honestly love chocolate. What more needs said? </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> maybe I'm thankful for some crazy ass thinking "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hmmmmm</span> what will happen if I mix THIS weird bean with other shit???" However many hundreds of years late, I'd like to send that person a belated Thank You.</span></strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-50525537119544940672007-07-18T11:39:00.000-07:002007-07-18T11:48:25.718-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love clicking through pictures of the "Running Man" project thing on the internet. The creativity astounds me. Ok ok and I like to laugh at the silly hippie people and the wack jobs and the goof balls and there's a lot of nekidness. But honest to goodness it makes me glad to see so many adults, and older adults out there doing and creating crazy shit. It reminds me of the stuff I used to make and see in highschool and I love to see that us oh-so-serious humans don't HAVE to grow out of that kind of inspiration.</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-2808178011560156732007-07-09T06:09:00.000-07:002007-07-09T06:29:17.478-07:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love -I can't believe it's not butter, SPRAY-. Perhaps a normal person wouldn't thing to devote and entire post to this but I happen to think it can only be a miracle created by God himself. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Growing up in a household where every molecule of food on and off my plate was SMOTHERED in Country Crock it was a bit of a shock to my system when I first started getting into calorie counting. SONOFABITCH that shit is evil. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">But then came along the wonderful invention of the Zero Calorie, Zero fat, Zero Salt??? wtf?? In fact if you read the label is it 0 in every <span style="color:#33cc00;">row</span>. I don't understand how it tastes like a yummy melted sweet and salty butter concoction but it does and it keeps me from going insane. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Say HELLOO to my leeetle friaaands mr. spray. Steamed veggies, diet bread and anything else that my little heart desires. Thank the heavens above.</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-85526467555812999642007-07-09T05:42:00.001-07:002007-08-29T12:49:19.784-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I LLOOOOVVVEEE Mexican food. Good lord it can't get any better than that. </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Well, my Moms Thanksgiving meal of course is #1 but as far as TYPES of food. MMMMMMMMmmmmmm. I feel like I'm so lucky!! I've always had a love affair with mexican food but I sure as heck never imagined DATING a mexican man!</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>But the coolest thing EVER is that now I get to have my favorite food like anytime I want. And I've learned to cook it too! When we sit down for dinner I feel like I'm in a restaurant and it freaks me out and I get all happy and tell him over and over how lucky I am to have stumbled across him not only for the mushy love stuff but because I get good food now.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Now that I'm back on my psycho diet I've even figured out ways to make it actually bearable.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I make my brown rice into mexican rice by adding onion and jalapeno and this special mexican spice that turns it red and yummy. And for my recommended beans to be eaten I buy the store bought mexican kind with a bunch of spices in it that make it taste yummy without fat and stuff.</strong></span>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215336029960467871.post-4268651595523850462007-07-07T08:08:00.000-07:002008-01-10T10:28:37.603-08:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">I love this Mexican lady that comes to my work every Saturday and sells fresh HOT tamales.<br /><br />C. loves tamales (duh) but they take an entire day to make so. . . yeah nope. So once in a while I buy a bunch from the lady and bring them home and he feels like I love and care about him and mushy shit like that. AND they're really good. AND I never feel guilty that he doesn't go without. (because eventually I would break down and make them for him becuase yeah all that mushy love shit but it would take a whole day!!! and fuuuhhhhhhkkk that)</span></strong>D-HORhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17129358345881440358noreply@blogger.com7